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Let this be a page for requests!

I will not write:

-Minors

-Piss/Scat

-Non-con (dub-con sure, but it will be clearly not non-con as that's triggering for me personally.)

-Any Natlan characters [I stopped playing Genshin and can recall most others off the top of my head pretty fine. But Natlan? That's when I quit playing]

I might add more 'no's' as they come to me, but for now, feel free to leave requests here. I'll try and get to them all, honestly! I need an excuse to write way more. And I'm down bad for several characters, so this works for all of us ;)

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How the night had led to this was far beyond your imagination.   

It started with a quick stop to Angel’s Share. After a day full of commissions, almost getting struck by lightning, and overall being full of stress and tension. You had come in looking like a hot mess, and of course, that meant everyone you knew would be here.  

Diluc had his shift tonight, Kaeya and Venti were blabbing on about something you couldn’t quite make out from the doorway, and you were positive you spotted Eula and Amber in the corner.  

Just your luck.  

You’d sat at Kaeya’s left, surprised he hadn’t noticed you before realizing you had sat on the same side his eyepatch was on. You did your best not to snort at that. But Venti and Diluc alike had seen you, Diluc offering a small wave as he tended to another customer first and Venti all but cheering for your arrival.  

“Traveler!” He’d exclaimed, lifting a glass of wine as he did so, “Oh, how I missed you!”  

Kaeya had turned to you now, a playful look in place almost instantly, “And you weren’t going to even say hi?”  

You laughed then, unaware of the path his words would take you down.  

“Of course, I was going to. Venti beat me to it is all,” you gave him a sincere smile before matching his playfulness, “Are you hurt because you missed me too?”  

He smirked, “Did I say I missed you?” His voice lowered as he taunted you, “Maybe I did, and maybe I didn’t.”  

You feigned hurt and ignored him, looking over at Venti to properly respond now, “I missed you too, Venti! How’ve you been?”  

You and Venti talked around Kaeya for some time, his gaze rarely leaving you. Something about it was almost intimidating, but this is how things were between the two of you. You always had a back and forth; it was just so easy to slip into.  

As you and Venti talked to one another, Kaeya oh-so-slightly moved his glass near you, making it so you just about bumped into it when you leaned closer to hear something Venti said. You went to apologize and say you’d be more careful when you caught a mischievous glint in his eyes. It was enough to make you stop and wait for what he had to say before giving him your two cents.  

“My, my, not only are you ignoring me,” He was quick to sound hurt, before whispering in your ear, “But now you’re getting in my way...how miserable.”  

His tone did things to you almost immediately, but you would never admit it.  

“Don’t act like you didn’t place it there purposely. You wanted me to spill it, I’m sure.”  

“Oh? I wanted you to waste my well-earned mora, possibly get it all over myself, and for what? A conversation?”  

Yes, that was in fact exactly what he wanted. He acts like saying the truth in a suspicious tone will let him go free, but that simply wasn’t the case. It would never be, for as long as your pride remained intact.  

“Isn’t that exactly what you wanted?” You practically purr back to him, “You must have a mind full of me to be that low.”  

Venti looked between the two of you, and slowly raised a glass to his lips. He acted as if he was watching some sort of show now. He was invested in the ‘lore’ now.  

“Low?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “Are you saying that I laid my heart out for you to simply grab at? That’s low- assuming I’m so easy.”  

“Easy?” You parroted, “who said anything about you being easy? You’re a pain in my side. Consistently. There’s nothing easy about putting up with you.”  

He chuckled, “Your words wound me, dearest traveler.”  

You shrugged, “Cry about it. I won’t be licking your wounds.”  

It’s as if saying those words had doomed you, then and there. He cupped your face and leaned into your ear, “Care to lick something else?”  

You had exploded then and there, face burning red. You couldn’t muster out a single sentence, and looking away was hardly an option when your face was in his hands like this. He scanned you as he held you, humming contently as his eyes dragged over your figure.  

“Will you two move away from this spot if you’re going to keep this up?” Diluc interrupted, irritated if the look on his face was anything to follow.  

“I-I’m sorry,” you had managed out.  

Kaeya stood up and bowed dramatically and took your wrist to lift you up. Instead of leaving, like you would’ve assumed he’d do, he took you upstairs. No one was up here and that made you nervous. He pushed you gently into a seat far from the stairs, right above the bar.  

He crossed his arms and looked at you as he stood. His expression kept that mischievous glint to it, licking his lips as he stared down at you.  

“I’m such a pain in your side, huh?” He leaned down, placing his hands on the table in front of you. “Well, don’t I feel special...”  

You huffed, looking off to the side, trying to keep playing your eternal game of back-and-forth. “Oh, you should. No one else pisses me off like you do.”  

“I’m honored, and glad to hear it.” He leaned back down to your ear, licking it gently as he whispered, “Can’t have anyone else plaguing your mind like I do.”  

You shivered and did your best to swallow a noise that threatened to escape your throat, “You say that like it’s a good thing...you get on my nerves; you rile me up like some kind of sadist.”  

“Right on the money.” He said it so casually, as if you had asked him something normal, something about the weather.  

Once more, your face burned as you struggled to keep it together. “Do you take me for a masochist then?”  

He loved that about you; no matter how far he pushed you, you always tried to meet him in the middle. Your pride carried the conversations between the two of you, never willing to give into him. He ate it up, much like how he wished to devour you.  

“Aren’t you?” He slid a hand down to your neck, rubbing his thumb in circles on it. “You like it when I mock you, when I tease you...that’s textbook definition of being a masochist.”  

Your breath hitched as he touched your neck so intimately. And you knew he wasn’t wrong; you enjoyed his words, you enjoyed him. To be read so clearly was irritating though, and you weren’t quite ready to give up yet.  

“So what?” You started, watching him eye you curiously, interested in every little thing you had to say. “I like the back and forth, sure. But not like how you do.” You grinned, confidence setting in for a moment as you tried to take back control of the situation (not that you ever really had it.) “I’m willing to bet you love it, and by extension, me.”  

His eyes widened, and he faltered for just a moment. He covered it up by wrapping his fingers properly around your throat and choking you. He couldn’t be the first to confess between the two of you, he wouldn’t be. He wasn’t an idiot, to bicker with someone like this day in and day out would naturally make feelings begin to fester. At the start, he had been desperate to squish them out. He couldn’t afford to fall in love, much less with you.  

But oh, when he had realized you enjoyed him just as much as you enjoyed him? It had been a game to him for months now to see who would crack first. And one could argue it was him for even starting this tonight, but he wouldn’t be the one to say it. He would make sure you felt like the loser here.  

When you felt him begin to choke you, you had gasped and brought a hand up to his, only for him to squeeze you tighter. Your breath quickened, doing your best not to crumble at such a critical point in the journey.  

“You think I love you?” His voice sounded convincingly cold. “If anyone here’s fallen, it’s you. Isn’t it?”  

Despite being turned on, despite wanting to see how the night ended, his cold tone and refusal to admit he loved you hurt. Your expression shifted, and in an instant you ripped his hand off your throat.  

He blinked rapidly at the sudden change before catching on to his mistake. Before you could say a single word, he was quick to put a verbal Band-Aid on the situation, “But of course, who said I didn’t love you?”  

You only glared at him, “What a poor way to save this conversation.”  

He sighed and pulled back, rubbing the back of his neck, “I went too far. Sorry.” Though his words were blunt, they were honest- he was sorry. You eyed him suspiciously for a moment before he took one of your hands in his and kissed the palm. “Forgive me? The ever annoying thorn in your side is truly sorry.”  

You had chuckled, face warming at his small gesture before you eased back into the rhythm of things, “Oh, he better be. He hardly deserves another chance.”  

“How about you let him show you just how sorry he is?” His gaze turned seductive, truly jumping back into the swing of things. He caressed your cheek, thumb resting on your mouth.  

You eyed his thumb silently, red in the face and only feeling it worsen as he slowly slipped it in your mouth. You glanced back at him, making the mistake of making eye contact. He watched you with lustful interest as he moved his thumb in and out of your mouth. His eyebrow raised as you began to suck on it, and he pulled it out, a cocky grin in place as if you’d fallen for some sort of trap.  

“Here’s how this is going to work,” he begun, lifting you out the seat and taking the seat from you. You were going to ask what he was doing when he pulled you down on his lap. “I’m going to give you what you want – but here and now. And you’ve got to be quiet. There’s still guests downstairs, after all.”  

“And what is it that I want?” You countered.  

Archons, he loved you. Never backing down, but still always being close to breaking. He’d be sure to break you tonight. He slipped a hand between your thighs and watched your eyes widen as he did. You look around frantically, suddenly unable to look him in the eye again.  

“You want to feel good don’t you? Need my touch, darling?” He palmed you through your pants, watching you immediately squirm for him.  

“You...You...” Words struggled to form out of your mouth the way you so greatly needed them to, your voice failing due to nerves.  

“I?” He egged you on.  

“You’re such a little bitch,” you hissed, bucking into his hand.  

That switched something in him.  

“You want to see a little bitch?” He sounded predatory, and you melted on his lap as he quickly changed the dynamic between you two again. He all but tore the buttons open on your pants, slapping your thigh and growling, “Up.”  

You bit your lip to swallow a moan at the small slap and stood, wobbling as he harshly jerked both your pants and boxers down in one swift motion.  

“Kaeya-”  

“Keep your voice down.”  

He picked you up and set you on the table, dragging you to the edge of it as he got down on his knees.  

“Wait, wait, wait a minute-” You stuttered out, all of it out the window as he took you in his mouth. You slapped a hand over your mouth and leaned your head back, grasping at the table with white knuckles. You bucked into his mouth instinctively, shivering as he groaned around your length.  

You glanced down and saw that he was staring right as you as he sucked the life out of you. He moved his head rapidly up and down, squeezing your thighs as he did so. You kept your hand over your mouth, not wanting to risk the tavern patrons hearing you.  

But that wasn’t going to fly for Kaeya. He pulled off and licked his lips.  

“Uncover your mouth, or I’ll make sure everyone can see and hear us. You want that?” He threatened.  

You hope he didn’t catch the shiver the thought of it gave you as you shook your head.  

“N-no...”  

You watched as he pinned both hands to the table and held onto them as he took you in his mouth again. You immediately felt sorry for your bottom lip, knowing it would be bloody by the time you were done with him tonight.  

He went even faster, gagging every now and again as you occasionally fucked his mouth, biting down on your lower lip aggressively to keep your sounds in. But every once in a while, Kaeya would suck harsher, and you wouldn’t be able to stop the weak moan that slipped out.  

You arched your back as you felt yourself getting closer. You almost panicked, knowing you’d not be able to stay silent at the slightest. You were now completely fucking his mouth, the sound of your balls slapping against him surely heard by some by now. But your moans were getting louder and louder too. He gave another harsh suck, and gagged as you thrusted deep into his mouth, cum filling his mouth. You were successful in biting down on your lip and swallowing most of the sound, only a grunt leaving your mouth now.  

He swallowed your seed and stood up, knees wobbling slightly from how long he’d been on them. He grabbed you by the neck and made out with you, pushing you down on the table with legs on either side of his waist as he kissed you passionately. He shoved his tongue into your mouth and you moaned into him, hands frantically pulling him deeper into you, tugging at his hair. He let out moans into your mouth in return, as a treat almost.  

He pulled back with a noise akin to a gasp, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. He rubbed your hips and pulled you off the table, moving to bend you over the rail. You shook as he did, glancing back at him.  

“Are you crazy?” You whispered, arousal and panic fighting for control over your feelings.  

“Be quiet and there won’t be a problem,” he purred.  

He said it like it was such a simple and obvious fact. But the fact that you were right above Venti and Diluc, the fact that it wouldn’t take much for them to notice you. Even if you were completely silent, borderline mute, there was a chance they’d see the movement in the corner of their eyes. You were above them, and completely exposed. Hell, forget about the literal strangers who could see you, your friends might.  

“Kaeya...Kaeya there’s no way they don’t see us...” You whined out, writhing in his hold.  

“Oh, honey,” you could hear his pants and belt alike drop to the ground, “That’s the best part.”  

Something in your stomach flipped and you whined more, moving against him.  

“If you’re so nervous, here,” he slid two fingers into your mouth, and moved his other hand to your ass. “Keep them in your mouth, they’ll muffle you plenty.”  

You knew that was horse shit but couldn’t be bothered to complain too much more when you felt him spit on you. Your thighs pressed together as you moaned on his fingers. He rubbed the spit into your tight hole, using one finger to slide into you. You lowered your head in pleasure, eyes getting glossy again. He moved it slowly in and out of you, pistoning his finger.  

“Just imagine if they did see you,” he suddenly spoke up, “Saw you looking like a little whore for me.”  

His degradation caused a shiver to tear through your body, whimpering for him.  

“Oh? Don’t tell me despite your protests, that you like the idea after all?” He leaned down into your ear and blew on it before biting it gently. “Maybe I should call for them? Let them watch me fuck you like a bitch in heat.” His words ended in a growl as he added a second finger into you.  

You mewled around his fingers, bucking your hips back against him. You squirmed a little as he added a third almost instantly, spitting on you more. You threw your head back as you felt his spit again.  

“You like it when I spit on you?” He chuckled, “Dirty little thing...” You moaned even more around his fingers, but it changed to a whine as he pulled his fingers out of you. “I think it’s about time we get this started.”  

You wiggled your hips for him, drooling around his fingers as he slowly began to enter you. You moaned almost the entire time he slid inside you. And that’s when you found an issue you weren’t sure how to convey.  

Your drool. It would eventually dribble off and down. And then what?  

You moaned more around his fingers, sucking them off in an attempt to minimize any drool from slipping out your mouth and down onto your friends. He slammed his hips into you, and your eyes rolled back momentarily. You lowered your head, gaze fixated on both Diluc and Venti.  

You almost wanted to pray to Barbatos that they don’t look up, but that would be counterintuitive.  

He leaned down to grunt in your ear, biting and chewing on it before moving down to your neck. He sucked harshly as he rocked into you, and you were positive it wouldn’t take long for you to see stars.  

Then it happened, he brushed against a sweet spot inside of you and you practically bit down on his fingers to stay silent. Though it worked to muffle you, it did nothing for the drool that would drip down your chin and plop below. You squeezed your eyes shut to avoid knowing if anyone saw.  

Kaeya chuckled almost maliciously, and that alone was a good enough answer for you. He gripped your hair harshly, and tugged your head up to forcibly open your eyes. Almost instantly, you locked eyes with Venti. You tightened around Kaeya as Venti stared into your soul. His eyes pierced you, no expression visible on the normally hyper bard. And to make matters worse? Diluc noticed his staring. When he noticed the two of you, his face burned and he whipped his head back to the glass in his hands.  

Ever the gentleman.  

“Look at that,” Kaeya purred, “They saw you, might as well take my fingers back then, hm?”  

You whined at the loss, biting down as hard as you could on your bottom lip. He moved his hands to your hips and thrusted rapidly in and out of you. His new aggressive pace did things to you, causing your legs to tremble.  

You couldn’t stop shaking either, as Venti had yet to stop looking. And then you realized another huge problem. If you came now, it would surely drip down just like your drool. You pushed against Kaeya, trying to stay quiet as you spoke.  

“K-Kaeya, wait,” you groaned as he rolled his hips almost purposely deeper into you, “C-can’t cum...”  

“Oh? Why not?” He sounded genuinely curious before piecing it together himself, “Oh...I see.” He didn’t sound like he was going to make it any better on you, as as matter of fact, he wrapped a hand around your shaft and jerked furiously. You suddenly remembered you had hands yourself, but before you could move them to cover your mouth, he let go of both your dick and hip to pin them to your back. After moving one hand to hold them both in place, he resumed jerking you off as he fucked into you.  

It was too much, far too much, and you trembled as you reached your climax. There was no hiding the sound this time, and soon more eyes fell on you. You had never felt like such a massive whore, but something about it made you cum even more. Kaeya’s hand had aimed to shoot your cum right near Venti and it has worked.  

Venti stood up slowly, and Diluc was quick to grab his hand. His face was on fire, and he announced that the bar was closing and urged everyone to get out. Everyone but the four of you had left.  

Diluc and Venti had their eyes on you, Venti staring like some hungry animal and Diluc as if he was embarrassed on your behalf.  

“Look at them,” Kaeya didn’t let up his thrusting, still chasing his high, “They want to use you too. Bet you’d like that, huh little slut?”  

You groaned, and nodded, to which he pulled you up by your hair again and slammed into you, “Then beg for them. Call our their fucking names, whore.”  

You shivered at his tone, and the way you tightened around him as he ordered you had made him cum too, slamming his hips against yours and stilling them there. At the sudden full feelings, you mewled out for the men below, crying out Venti’s name first.  

A sudden breeze being felt inside the building sent shivers up your spine. You were in for a long night for being passed around and used like some common whore. And something about that made you whine even louder. You had never gazed at a man so needily and eagerly as you did Venti.  

Venti tugged Diluc down by his coat and whispered something in his ear, causing the man to shake. He seemed so nervous and new to a situation like this, but he began to follow Venti up the stairs.  

“Glad to see you join us,” Kaeya quipped.  

The pair stayed silent, not too out of character for one, but borderline intimidating for the other. Kaeya forced you to look at them again, holding your chin, and you bit your lip.  

“Beg them to touch your disgustingly whorish body,” he whispered to you.  

You rubbed your thighs together and nodded, “Venti...Diluc...please...please, come use me too...”  

Diluc had never seemed so flustered, and Venti never so predatory. Amused, Kaeya pulled out of you and dragged you over to them by your arm.  

“I’ll be taking my leave now...don’t break them too badly,” he waved goodbye, giving you a playful smirk and wink as he clicked his belt back into place. You hadn’t even noticed him put his pants back on.  

Venti was the first to move, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you close, “Traveler...can you take us both?”  

He got right to it, and you groaned as you nodded.  

His eyes glowed a bright green as he growled, “Good.”  

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He had always had his suspicions there was something just a little off about you. But what was he going to do about it? You did your job, and you did it well, you listened to his every command and never once seemed to even think about disobeying him. On paper, you were perfect.  

But he could never shake the feeling there was something off.  

It hit him anytime you walked too close behind him, anytime you agreed too eagerly to an order, and heaven forbid he even said the word punishment around you.  

The Balladeer squinted at you as he read over some reports. You were minding your business, idling staring at your lap in the chair next to him. He’d offhandedly told you once to never read anything on his desk without permission, mostly just a frustrated side comment. But you took it like any other order and never bothered him as he worked.  

Occasionally, in the corner of his eyes, he would catch you briefly smile wide before swallowing and resuming a neutral state.  

Just what was your deal?  

He wasn’t stupid, he’d been here for hundreds of years, he wasn’t stupid. So, why then could he not click together the puzzle pieces? He could just directly ask, but it wasn’t as though he had some concrete evidence. He could ask why you were smiling though.  

“You,” he started, “What’s so funny?”  

“Pardon?” You looked confused, an almost innocent look across your face as you asked for more elaboration.  

“I see you just... smiling every now and again. Nothing is happening, so what’s going on?”  

Your face had instantly burned a bright red and you whipped your head to look away from him. The reaction confused him for a moment, but he gave you a second to compose yourself and give him your answer.  

“Well...I’m just...thinking?” Your voice had never sounded more unsure. He stared at you blankly, not impressed with your answer. “Surely the...the details don’t matter?” You had shrugged, this was your worst performance yet.  

“Are you refusing an order?” He didn’t really care, but your answer was admittedly interesting. You had something you were hiding from him.  

“No!” You blurted without thinking and quickly covered your mouth. You closed your eyes as your face only burned brighter. He could tell you weren’t able to just spit it out. He set the reports down and stood up, walking to stand in front of you. His arms were crossed, as they always seemed to be, and he peered down at you. He watched you almost shrink under his gaze, curling in on yourself. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Sir...” You whined out, embarrassment becoming plain as day.  

“If you aren’t refusing an order, then,” he leaned down to be at eye level with you, a smug look now in place, “you better cough it up, huh?” You squirmed as he spoke, and he chuckled dryly at the display. That alone put it together for him, how obvious it had been. He tilted your head up, forcing you to look at him. Your mouth opened and closed over and over. “You can’t even speak? How worthless.”  

It was over for you- you'd moaned at his words. His grip tightened on you and he roughly tugged you up. You stumbled out of your chair and bit your lip, looking up at him nervously.  

“Sir?” You stuttered out.  

He said nothing, only put you on your knees. His look grew cockier once he saw you squirm again. He knelt down and kept eye contact with you.  

“I’ve already figured out what’s wrong with you. So why not just say it?” He grinned. When he saw you hesitating again, he backed away, “I could leave you like this. I’m being gracious as your lord, offering you anything at all. So, say it.”  

“ My lord...” You whined, and when he took a step back you practically launched forward and wrapped yourself around one of his legs. “I...was thinking about you. I always am. I always do.”  

“Good start,” he hummed, “What about me?”  

You lowered your head and removed your hold on him as you responded, “I...Sir, please-”  

“ What about me ?” He scowled, but it was a façade. He was enjoying your embarrassment immensely. It was like you were incapable of admitting to it. “If you don’t want this, maybe you shouldn’t have been smiling like some creep next to me.”  

Something about that seemed to do it for you. You glanced away from him but you were able to admit, finally, “I was thinking about getting closer...getting intimate...”  

“’Getting intimate’,” he mocked you, “So formal with your lord. I almost want to praise you, but you took too long. Since you’re so hesitant to speak...” He sat back down in his chair and motioned for you to come closer. Since he’d put you on your knees and you were already close, you crawled between his legs. He took off his pants and kicked them below his desk. “Get underneath the desk and make your worthless mouth useful. You can manage that, right?”  

You nodded and moved more under the desk, looking up as your hands moved to the top of his boxers.  

“Go on,” his voice sounded almost soft.  

The switch up made you lick your lips as you tugged them off him. You set them beside you and pulled him closer by the back of his legs. You looked up at him and was able to catch the brief look of surprise he had as you tugged him in.  

“May I, my lord?” You no longer had such a nervous display for him, though he could still see it slowly fading. No, now you sounded hungry for him, desperate and needy.  

“Obviously,” he said nonchalantly. “Get to work.”  

He picked up reports again to focus on, not thinking much of you. He should have suspected that if you were going to be such a quiet little creep all this time, you would have thought something like this out by now.  

You licked his tip and slowly jerked him off with one hand. It was immediate, you teased his tip like you only knew how to do that. Like your tongue was made to wrap itself around him. Slowly, you began moving your mouth further onto him in tandem with your hand. Once you reached the point where your hand was in the way, you set it down and took his whole length into your mouth. You heard him quietly hiss above you and hummed, content.  

You sucked him slowly, bringing one hand between your legs to rub yourself as you took him in. This was something out of your fantasies, and you wanted nothing more than to make him cum.  

He did his best to ignore the feeling and to get his work done. He’d not considered how the inside of your mouth would feel. How warm it was and how every time you moaned or hummed or made any little sound he could feel it and it sent shivers down his spine.  

He scoffed as he heard a knock at the door and he brought a hand onto your head and shoved you completely down on him. You’d mewled around him and he had to fight off the urge to roll his eyes back.  

“Who is it?” His tone was harsh again, and the sound of it made you rub yourself a little faster. You wished you took your pants off before the door opened.  

“Scaramouche!” Childe’s annoying voice swarmed the room, “How are those reports coming? Some of those were due tonight, and I was sent to remind you!”  

“I’m visibly working on them,” he scowled.  

You sucked harshly around him once and relished in how his grip on your hair tightened. You stared up at him from under the desk and saw how he swallowed. The thought of being caught, and by another harbinger no less, started to excite you. You sucked harshly again around him and he sent a quick, glare down your way.  

“Having some issues?” Childe asked before sitting down in a chair across from his desk. “You seem so pissed about them.”  

“Not my fault everyone is an idiot,” he huffed. Silence spanned the room for a moment before he spoke again. “Is that it?”  

“Yep!” Childe responded but made no moves to leave.  

“So...?”  

You carefully and quietly moved to strip under the desk. It was a little hard with his hand staying on your head, but you managed to unbutton your shirt and take off your pants. You felt him stiffen up once your shirt had come off, he likely saw in his peripheral what you were doing.  

“Your little assistant,” Scaramouche met Childe’s eyes with an unreadable look the moment he began speaking, “Aren’t they always glued to your side? Where’d you send them off to now?”  

“Is that any of your concern? Do you have business with my assistant?” He replied.  

Childe leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms, “Would it trouble you if I did?”  

“You don’t have business with them.”  

“Says who?”  

“Don’t forget I’m your superior too,” Scaramouche scolded again.  

The rough tone made you bring a hand up to your chest. If you weren’t going to give him harsh little sucks, you could give him a show he’d start to rush Childe out for. You circled a nipple with one hand and moved your other hand to your hole, pushing a finger in. Unfortunately, you’d let out a moan at the sensation.  

Childe’s eyes widened for a moment, blinking rapidly as he slowly stood up.  

“I, uh...I see , comrade. Well...just, get the uh...reports. To me. Later. Whenever.”  

He slowly made way for the exit before Scaramouche spoke.  

“Lock it behind you.”  

“...Heard.”  

As soon as the lock clicked, he roughly scooted back and dragged you up off the floor and bent you over his desk. Those reports would be done much later, he decided. He didn’t say a word before he brought a hand roughly down on your ass, causing you to yelp.  

“Little,” another spank, “fucking,” and another, “ slut.” You shivered and moaned when he called you that, pressing your hips towards him. “What? You like that? Who am I kidding, of course you do. You’re filthy.”  

You whined more and squirmed below him, “Sorry, my lord, I’ll be good, I promise.”  

“Like hell you do,” he struck you harder and you gripped the desk, moaning out again. “You’re fucking pathetic.”  

“Sorry, sir,” you muttered into the desk. He gripped your hair again and yanked it back, ordering you to repeat yourself. “I’m sorry, sir!”  

“You will be,” he huffed, he lined himself with your hole and took an arm of yours to pin it to your back. “I’m going to fucking break you.”  

“Sir- ah!” You screamed as he pushed himself in. The pain made you tremble, but you couldn’t complain. He let go of your hair to hold onto your hip and your head practically slammed onto the desk. Not even that registered, you could only groan into the desk.  

“Acting like a whore around another fucking harbinger,” he slammed his hips roughly into you and you whimpered into the desk. “What, did you want him to see you? Does he have business with you?”  

“No- mmph...fuck, no, no sir,” you mewled out, gasping when he got rougher, “Mm, fuck, fuck you hurt so good...” You’d begun to drool from it all, you could feel your high coming in already.  

“Better fucking not,” he huffed, nails digging into you. He pulled out slightly and spat on the spot where you were connected, laughing at you as you squealed at the feeling. “Little bitch.”  

“Yes, yes,” you groaned out, “God, yes, I’m your bitch.”  

“That’s right, take your lord’s fucking dick,” he let go of your arm to spank you again, grinning almost wildly when you sobbed at the feeling. “So fucking good for me now, huh? Couldn’t manage being good a moment ago, could you? Stupid fucking brat.”  

You could only moan out in response, bucking your hips back to meet his thrusts. He hit a spot deep within you that immediately had you seeing white, calling out his name as you came below him. He groaned at the feeling of you cumming around him and pounded into you harder to chase his own release.  

“Feel so good, don’t you? I make you feel this good,” he growled possessively. He was already fucking you stupid, your obsession with him transparent as you begged him to use you and fill you up. He snapped his hips against you harshly, abusing that sweet spot again and again. “Don’t you worry, little whore, I’ll breed your worthless hole.”  

You whimpered again and slammed your hips back far more harshly with his movements, making him make an almost feral sound as he suddenly came deep inside you. He collapsed on top of you, panting near your ear. He slipped out slowly after a few minutes, watching the cum drip out of you. He licked his lips and chuckled lowly.  

“Round two?”  

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You quickly found yourself between both Venti and Diluc, the two men showing their needs in completely different ways.   

Venti seemed like he was starving, he had torn off your shirt in an instant, muttering something about how he can’t believe Kaeya didn’t rip it off you himself in your earlier escapade. Since he was in front of you, he had one hand on your chin as he kissed you almost aggressively. His other hand toyed with your nipples, twisting them idly.  

Diluc kept his hands on your hips, you could feel his anxious breath against your neck. He rubbed his thumbs in circles on your soft skin, groaning as if just that was enough for him. He wasn’t in a rush like your other partner seemed to be, planting gentle kisses along your neck. When you shivered from that small contact, he groaned more and bit down on you gently.  

You bucked your hips back against Diluc, feeling his arousal through his tightening pants. Venti tutted at this and slid his tongue into your mouth as he trailed his other hand down to your dick. You gasped against his mouth and shivered, instinctively bucking into his hand now.  

“Don’t get greedy,” Diluc muttered, glaring at Venti as he then bit harder in your neck. Something about seeing the other man gain more control over you started to flip a switch in him.  

“Be greedier ,” Venti countered in a voice so unlike his usual self.  

Diluc huffed and pressed his hips against yours, grinding now. He wanted to take it slow, love you as you should be loved, but the rather feral man across from him didn’t seem to have the same idea. And with this in mind, he pulled back for a moment to begin to strip.  

Venti’s eyes moved to look at Diluc as he stripped and hummed as he spun you around to watch him too. The red-haired man's face burned as you two watched him. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, not intending to tease but accomplishing it nonetheless. The coat fell off with the shirt, and you inhaled sharply as your eyes roamed his toned figure.  

“So fucking pretty,” you muttered. He heard you and cleared his throat, shutting his eyes as his hands moved to take his belt off.  

"Wait,” Venti said, pushing you gently forward the redhead. He slowly pushed you down on your knees in front of him, and you were quick to catch on. You looked up at Diluc, a mischievous glint in your eyes now.  

The man tensed for only a moment, realizing he may have been screwed between the two of you. Venti was trouble enough for him, and that was speaking strictly as a bartender dealing with a rowdy customer. Imagining having to put with him , as well as this new side of yours...he had to switch things up.  

He ran a hand through your hair and roughly tugged on it, bringing you face-to-face with his crotch. He undid his belt with one hand and handed it to Venti rather than dropping it on the floor. He ignored the bard’s excited giggle as he took it and brought your head closer to his zipper.  

“Go on,” he whispered.  

You squirmed excitedly and slowly brought your teeth to it. It was a little difficult to grasp but he didn’t seem to mind, especially not when you dragged it down slowly. His breath hitched slightly once it was all the way down. You slowly lifted your hands to drag his pants down around his ankles, letting him step out of them before suddenly gasping.  

Venti had brought Diluc’s belt around your neck, first just to scare you. He giggled at your reaction and gave you a kiss by your ear before making a leash out of the belt. It was a little sloppy, a little bit rough, but you didn’t mind.  

How could you mind when you saw a switch flip once more in Diluc’s eyes?  

“Venti, let’s trade,” Diluc spoke softly but didn’t leave any room for a debate.   

Venti was able to pick up on that and went to move to your front when he suddenly found himself in the redhead’s hold. His hands felt so big on him, gripping his waist as tightly as he could. He squirmed in the bigger man’s hold and you squirmed just watching them.  

Harshly, Venti’s bottoms and boxers were jerked down and he was lifted out of them. Diluc kicked the clothing away and gently placed the bard in front of you as he walked to be around you.  

Venti’s stockings were still on, and the sight was doing something to you. Pre-cum dripped onto the floor beneath you. Without having to be asked, you pulled him in close, gripping the back of his thighs, and wrapped your mouth around his tip. He let out a small whine, and suddenly all the feralness he had displayed dissipated. As if your mouth had some cure to a venom.  

As for Diluc, he moved you as you sucked the bard off, getting you onto your hands and knees. Your mouth briefly slipped off as he moved you and you looked over your shoulder with butterflies in your stomach before Venti gently moved your head to face him again.  

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, desperation clearly clinging to his words.  

You hummed in amusement and took him in your mouth again, groaning as you felt a finger slip inside of you. Diluc huffed in what seemed to be annoyance before pulling his finger out and rubbing his tip against your hole.  

You practically screamed as Diluc slid inside, one hand firm on your hip, the other on the makeshift leash. Venti threw his head back and bucked into your mouth at the vibrations your sounds made. He clung to your hair and started fucking your mouth. You gagged slightly but didn’t have him stop, something about the sensation only aroused you further.  

Diluc set a brutal pace off the bat and spanked you occasionally. You moaned his name around Venti’s length, the feeling causing him to sputter. He twitched a little before gripping your hair tighter and forcing you all the way down on his length. You were surprised for a moment before he came deep in your throat. You groaned at the feeling, and he pulled out of your mouth. That alone had felt like so much; the choking from the belt, taking him in so well, and tasting his cum as it dribbles down.

He whined when he saw his cum dripping out of your mouth. It didn’t help his case that you were panting, already looking so fucked out.  

The fiery red head behind you did not let up, in fact at the sight of the other man’s dripping cock he only seemed to pound you harder. And then, much to everyone’s surprise, he grabbed Venti by the neck (letting go of the belt) and slammed his lips against his. The shorter man yelped and then moaned into the kiss. You couldn’t help but shiver at the lewd noises they made as they molded their lips together.  

“Ever the romantic,” Venti teased as they parted ways.  

“Shut it.”  

He gave you another spank and brushed against your sweet spot, causing you to lurch forward, arms bracing themselves. You whimpered as he continued to abuse it and whined even louder as Venti coyly snuck his hand beneath you to jerk you off. You could only scream into the floor at the pleasure, mumbling both of their names over and over before you came all over the floor beneath you.  

“So soon?” Venti mocked you but didn’t let up, “You can go again, right?”  

“Venti,” Diluc groaned out, his pace weakening, “Don’t stop touching them, wanna...ngh...wanna cum at the same time.”  

“Oh?” He seemed amused by this but agreed, first asking that he flipped you over. Without hesitation, Diluc pulled out, flipped you on your back, and slammed back in all at once. You screamed his name, sure your throat would never recover from tonight, and mewled as Venti’s hand started to jerk you off again. However, he was also jerking himself off now.  

The bartender groaned at the sight and grew weaker at the thought of all three of them coming together. A mess of cum and sweat across the tavern floor...he briefly felt bad for cleaning staff in the morning.  

“Don’t get too worked up,” Venti tutted. “I wanna cum with you guys too.”  

You wish you could say anything at all in response to the mocking and teasing going on above you, but you were so full and so overstimulated you were surprised you were able to comprehend their words at all. Time was going by so slowly , and Diluc was moving sloppier and sloppier. The feeling of him going in and out began to swarm your mind, and you arched your back off the floor.  

“Please...hhn...please,” you hiccuped as tears slowly beginning to form, “Wanna cum, gotta cum!”  

You covered your eyes as you arched into both Venti’s hand and Diluc’s waist, both groaning and picking up speed. Venti was mewling every time his mouth opened, his face a deep red as he jerked himself off the fastest he ever had. It was so overwhelming, so much, but god, he didn’t have it in him to stop. He knew you two were close, and he had to add to the pretty cum party Diluc had gotten started.  

You came first, shuddering in their holds and spilling all over Venti’s hand. The sight was gorgeous, and he couldn’t help but take your sensitive head into his mouth as he fucked his hand. Your cries and pleads for mercy turned him on more as he got closer to his release.  

Diluc was next, grunting and almost tearing you apart as he rammed deep inside of you to fill you up. He stayed hunched over on you for a moment, sweat rolling down his body. The bard felt small under his chest with how he had positioned himself, and the feeling of being so tiny compared to him made him finish far quicker than he would ever care to admit.  

The room was full of silent panting and occasional whimpers before you broke the silence.  

“I don’t think...I’ve ever felt myself cum like that before.”  

“Not even with Kaeya?” Venti teased.  

Diluc scoffed at the mention of his brother and pulled out, rubbing your hole curiously as cum began to drip out.  

“I don’t know...” You teased. “I mean, he led up to this, so...”  

“We were better, you can say it,” Diluc’s voice was dripping with playful jealousy.  

You tugged him down into a long kiss and hummed, “You were better.”  

“Don’t leave me out! Wait!”  

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In all fairness, you might have had it coming.

He warned you early in the day not to bring too much attention to yourself. And you purposely disobeyed him, giggling as you thought about the punishment he’d give you once home. But he hadn’t mentioned to you that he had a meeting. Thinking about it now, maybe that was on purpose. Maybe he knew you wouldn’t be able to behave, and that he would need to reel into you.

This is why you sat here now, next to him as you both sat across some people who move information around for him. Normally, you were always flattered that he let you sit in on these. It showed how much he trusted you. But with his hand on your thigh, squeezing it tight, you realize that you’re in a world full of trouble right now. 

Diluc was always capable of keeping himself together. He never lost his composure, so even if you retaliate, he won’t even budge. Not until he came, and you weren’t sure he’d let you try and get back at him.

You glance at him as he talks with the rest of the people in the room. You weren’t paying any attention to their words, which was fine anyway. The informants never addressed you directly, you were like an accessory to the larger man next to you. The thought made you press your thighs together, forgetting that he had his hand on your thigh.

You heard him make a quiet chuckle and he squeezed harder, moving his hand further up your thigh. You swallowed lightly and looked at him, nervous. He met your gaze for a split second; his eyes were full of mischief. You could feel something akin to dread begin to creep up on you as you shuddered. His hand then slipped between your thighs as he averted his gaze, sliding your underwear to the side. Curse you for thinking the skirt was a good idea.

You placed your head in your hand, playing it off as you felt his middle finger begin to slowly rub up and down. 

You could handle this, you could handle this.

You tried to focus more on the conversation at hand, not that it interested you, but maybe you could zone out on their words rather than his hand.

“...which is why we had to close that route off. We need someone to clear out the hilichurl camp, so we subtly put in a request to the Adventurer’s Guild.”

“Kathryne will likely find a solid candidate. At least the guild is someone we can count on, unlike the Knights.” Diluc’s voice suddenly came in. It made sense, as this was his meeting, yet it took you off guard.

Noticing you jump a little, he slipped a finger inside of you. With a smug expression, he asked, “What’s your take on it?”

Fuck. You hadn’t really been listening. And even if you had been, the look he gives you tells you he’d make it hard to speak. He curled his finger in you to prompt you to speak, arching his eyebrow.

“I…Well, I do agree that the guild is reliable…” You managed out, suspicious that he’d not done anything more. That is until he leans down a little, nearing your ear.

“And what else?”

“What else…?”

The others in the room only raise an eyebrow in curiosity, not knowing the full extent of what was happening.

“Were you not listening?” Diluc tutted, quietly adding a second finger.

You moved a hand to slyly cover your mouth as you shook your head, “I’m sorry, but no, I wasn’t. You um…you rarely ask me anything, so I just…ha…zone out most times.”

He leaned back, cocky smile in place. “Very well. Now back to the matter at hand…”

Their voices become one again as you try and stay composed. He moves his fingers slowly, bringing them just slightly out before pushing back in. You glare at him as he uses his thumb to circle your clit, biting down on your lip. 

As if to challenge you, he curls his fingers deep in you and begins to scissor them. Your mouth falls open for a moment and you lay your head down.

“Getting tired?” Diluc feigns care. Not to say he doesn’t care about you, but he was enjoying this far too much. That was for sure.

“Mhm,” you huffed out.

He only chuckled lowly, suddenly pushing his fingers in as deep as he could from this position. You groaned into your arms, biting down on your flesh to keep silent. After all, you two weren’t alone. That was the whole point of him doing this.

You silently begged them to wrap it up, and almost started begging out loud once his hand slyly picked up speed. How no one had noticed what he was doing yet was beyond you, but you were eternally grateful.

You could feel a climax beginning to build up, tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. You bit harder and harder into your arm to muffle your little noises. How humiliating, you were going to cum right here in front of other people. Regardless of if they knew or not, other people were watching.

And yet, somehow that thought sent you over the edge.

You bit down hard on your arm, tears slowly slipping out as you clenched around his finger. You missed the amused glance he sent your way. You could feel the cum moving a little as he slipped his fingers out. You wished you had the energy to smack him when you felt him rub your juices on your thighs.

Almost as if being blessed by every archon, the meeting came to an end then. The moment the door closed, you stood up and slammed yourself onto his lap, roughly taking his jacket off. He hardly had time to ask any questions.

You smashed your lips onto his and nearly tore his shirt trying to get it off of him. He pushed you back a little, panting already, as he stared at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Impatient, huh?” He panted.

“Shut it and strip,” you pouted, standing up so he could do as you told.

He raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, shaking his head, “They’re likely waiting outside for me. We can’t do this.”

You placed hands on your hips and stared at him, “So when you do it, it’s okay, but when I do it, it’s a problem?”

“Well, no-”

“Strip.”

He bit his lip a little and sighed, unbuttoning his shirt. He moved on to his pants next, figuring he’d be given time to throw his shirt off in a second. However, the moment he was just in his boxers, you jumped him. You flung them down and hovered over him a little angrily.

“Wait-”

“You’ll fuck me good, won’t you?” You leaned down to his ear and nibbled on it. “After all, you owe me.”

He groaned as you sat down on him, taking him completely in. He’d technically prepped you after all. You moaned a little with him and set a brutal pace off the bat. His hands flung to your hips, helping you ride him. 

“Quiet now,” you licked the shell of his ear. “Don’t need others hearing, right? You would hate to get caught , wouldn’t you?”

He whimpered at your words but nodded. Laughing at the control you’d been so quick to take, you kept bouncing on and on. Even when he came inside you, biting down on your collarbone to keep quiet, you didn’t relent. You kept going until you neared your second orgasm, leaning back and screaming his name.

“You…” He seemed flustered, “They definitely heard that…”

You came down from your high with a grin, looking down at him, “Good.”

He seemed flushed as you lifted slowly off of him, locking your lips together. He panted and moaned against your lips and whined when he felt your hand wrap around him.

“I want you leaving this room wobbling for what you did,” you purred.

He gulped, realizing he was in for it.

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Didn't mean to leave you all hanging for about a month! This month's class has kept me busy, so I don't have too much time to write. But!! I do have 4 stories lined up, 2 of which are for this book so no worries. College is just a bit messy. I did see the one Dottore request I got, so you can expect me to drop that sometime soon! The other two is a cynari oneshot and a scara/reader that's been in my head some of this month hehe,,,i cant help but write him man my fault

But content will be coming soon, i've not forgotten- promise!!!

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You hadn’t meant to be so perverse. You simply missed your dear friend Venti, and he agreed to go to Angel’s Share with you. You two sat side by side in a booth in the corner--a change from the usual spot up front. 

After a few drinks, you had found it difficult to control yourself. Your eyes stayed fixated on his lips as they moved, talking about a new song he had written. The way his tongue occasionally darted out to wet his lips again before he continued in his talk drove you wild.

You scooted closer to him; you needed to be close enough to melt into him. He wasn’t a fool, but it was easy to blame it on the alcohol rather than assume this was a natural need of yours. But the moment your hands began inching closer to him, he offered to take you home.

Landing you here, in bed under him.

He kissed your cheeks before moving down to your neck. Your breath hitched as he sucked gently on you, finding a sweet spot within moments. 

“Venti,” you whispered and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He chuckled and nuzzled your neck. He looked up at you with an arched brow. “Yes, dear?”

“Hurry up,” you whined. You were impatient and needy--something he wouldn’t stand for.

He clicked his tongue in disappointment and sat up. When you moved to meet him, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down to the sides of your head. He shook his head and gently bit your lip to keep you quiet. You moaned at the feeling and your eyes fluttered at the pain.

“Is that how you ask?” he taunted.

You shook your head. “No, sorry.”

“I thought so,” he purred. He resumed his slow kisses down your body. It made you unbearably impatient as you squirmed below him. You needed him everywhere and he wasn’t anywhere near where you craved him.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?”

You groaned as he bit down on your collarbone before you could answer. Your hands dug into the air, desperate to claw at him again but unable to since he had you pinned. He just snickered and kept moving himself lower.

“I need you,” you whispered and arched for him. He pressed his lips against your stomach and hummed. He let go of your wrists and grunted as your hands found themselves tangled in his dark locks within seconds. The gentle tugging drove him wild and he couldn’t help but grind down on you at the light pain.

“Now, now,” he whispered against your skin, “let’s practice some patience.”

“God, please,” you whimpered. You weren’t sure if you were just that impatient or if the alcohol was making you needier than you had ever been before, but your body craved him. You could feel your entire body tingling with need and desire. “At least strip a little, let me touch you.”

“Oh? Have you earned that yet?” he taunted, his sing-song voice toyed with you.

You threw your head back in another groan and whispered out a weak and frustrated, “No.”

He hummed and slid further down. He circled his finger over your crotch before pressing his hand against you. Venti giggled at the way your breath hitched at the touch. He leaned down to kiss you through your pants, even sucking on the fabric to toy you further.

“Fuck, Venti, come on, please? I’ll be good, I will, I will,” you pleaded, pressing your clothed crotch against his face. He let you and sighed against your sex--he knew how desperate you were. It was apparent in how quickly you melted for him.

“You’ll be good?” he asked back. He dipped his fingers in the hem of your bottoms to toy with you further. He wanted to see how much you would beg for him.

“I’ll worship you.”

His breath hitched at that, his braids lightly glowing. He leaned down to make eye contact and whispered, “Say that again.”

You melted at how needy he looked. Now it was like the both of you were in the same boat. If you weren’t just as desperate, you might have taunted him and beat around the bush. But not tonight.

“Barbatos, please,” you whispered, “Don’t you bless your devoted followers?”

His fingers gripped the top of your bottoms tight. You could feel his knuckles dig into your lower stomach. He barely swallowed a whine as he glowed even more.

“ Again… ”

“Barbatos…” you whispered, pushing his face down until it was back to being level with your crotch, “Won’t you bless me? I have room for no other gods. You’re all I need.”

He hurried to disrobe you, and you kept up with your worshipping begs and pleads.

“You could keep me on my knees forever…”

He threw your bottoms to the side.

“Let me cling to your legs like the lowly mortal I am.”

He all but tore your undergarments.

“You’re my god.”

He wasted no time in granting you oral pleasure. His mouth and tongue worked at you like it was all he knew how to do. And though you were the one receiving, you were not in control. The tight grip he had on your hips was all the proof you needed. He growled as he lifted your hips to bury himself in you further.

Loud slurps and panting filled the room as he devoured you. His grip would surely bruise but the idea only made you moan louder for him. One hand covered your mouth as the other flew to shove his face against you--desperate to get him as close as he could physically manage.

“Barbatos, Barbatos,” you breathed out, voice hot and heavy. “Oh fuck, I… that’s too good, I--”

“Cum,” he demanded, his words muffled by your sex. The way his eyes opened to look up at you, half-lidded and glowing, sent you over the edge. He looked so eager to taste you, to have you, to claim you.

You moaned loudly as you came on him. Your body shook beneath him and you arched wildly. He let you catch your breath before he climbed over you and kissed you. He kissed you again, and again, and his hands came up to hold your face so he could pepper you in more kisses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against your lips. “I… I love you.”

You smiled and hummed as he kissed you.

“I love you too, Venti.”

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You never took Venti for the possessive type. After a few so-called “friend dates,” he’d begun to stick around a little too close, a little too often like he needed you to breathe. Which, for an Archon, was a bit intense. But as Venti, not as Barbatos, you didn’t mind it. He was your friend, and he was probably just excited you were back in Mondstat for the time being.

Another night at Angel’s Share had you questioning things, though. You two laughed the night away and leaned on one another. You had shared drink after drink and were beyond drunk. After some time, a few knights who you could no longer recognize joined you two at the table and you were all sharing intimate secrets.

“I heard a rumor that Lisa bends Jean over the desk in her office and fingers her,” one of the knights said through drunken giggles.          

“Old news,” you laughed. “Everyone knows they’re together.”

Next to you, Venti nodded. In sync, you both giggled and sighed. The synced-up sounds had you burst into heavier laughs. You clutched his shoulder as your body shook with laughter. Moments like this made you feel that much closer to him, made you melt into him as you felt nothing but joy, and reminded you of why you didn’t mind how he clung extra close to you.

“I agree,” another knight said. “Which is why I want to cut to the hotter news. When are you and Venti going to get together?”

You choked on your laugh and gasped. You covered your mouth with one hand. You could feel the heat rush to your face as you looked over at Venti. He leaned his head on his hand and looked at the knight.

“Why do you care?” he asked.

“If you aren’t going for them,” the knight said with a grin, “I will.”

The knight’s eyes roamed over your form. His eyes carved into your body like a knife. It made you deeply uncomfortable at how fast the mood had shifted. However, just as surprising, was how tight Venti pulled you in, one arm around your waist.

“Sir, you’re an honorable knight with a bright future ahead of you, aren’t you?” Venti asked through gritted teeth. “I’d hate to hear any new ballads about how sickening the knights are. Maybe Diluc is right after all.”

The knight tsked and leaned over the table. “You threatening me, bard?”

Before Venti could rebuttal, Diluc had already approached the table, hearing his name from across the tavern. He glared down at the noisy guards and gripped their shoulders.

“I don’t need to know what you two have done to know you need to go,” Diluc said. His deadly gaze pinned the guards in place before they got up and scrambled out. “Are you two alright?” Diluc asked in a far softer tone, his shoulders dropped.

“We are now,” Venti answered for you both. He grabbed your hand and lifted you out of the booth. “We’ll be leaving too, thank you for the rescue, Diluc.”    

Diluc only nodded and waved you both goodbye as he returned to the bar and you two made your exit.

You raised your eyebrow at Venti. He seemed intent to lead you somewhere as he dragged you by the hand through the city with a slight wobble. However, he hadn’t said a word to you.

“Venti?” you asked.

He remained silent. You knew something was off. You’d like to think you knew Venti pretty well. He didn’t hide much from you. Whatever he didn’t reveal to you usually had ties to his role as an Archon, and you respected that. Sometimes, those things simply weren’t your business.

But one thing he usually couldn’t help to do was talk.

So why wasn’t he talking?

“Venti?” you asked again.

He stopped once you two had approached Mondstat’s gates. He turned to face you, uncharacteristically stoic, and asked, “You trust me, right?”

You nodded without hesitation. “Of course, I do.”

“Then come along,” he said. 

Venti resumed the walk and kept a firm grip on your wrist. You looked at him with pursed lips but figured he’d explain soon enough. Eventually, you knew you would end up wherever he intended to take you.

In the meantime, you allowed yourself to space out. No matter what he was going to do or say whenever he took you… wherever he was taking you… you knew it was still just not like him to behave this way. As much as it would make sense in terms of his behavior for this to be about his godhood, it didn’t in means of context.

So, what was it?

You furrowed your brows as you recounted the night. It had to be something that happened at the Angel’s Share, right? Venti had been clingy as of late gradually, but tonight he had been exceptionally touchy-feely. Even more so when those knights came along.

Those knights… they seemed to make him just as uncomfortable as you. But they couldn’t truly be why he had dragged you out to Windrise, right?

He said your name and grabbed your attention again. “You’d never give those knights a shot, right?”

…So, they were why he’d dragged you out to Windrise.        

“No, I don’t even know them. I get that it was uncomfortable, but did it bother you that badly?” you asked.

He frowned and looked at you with a furrowed brow. The disappointed look on his face made you nervous. To see the usually cheerful and smiling Venti look a lot more like the Archon Barbatos isn’t something you’re used to.

“Don’t play dumb. Are you serious?” he asked.

You felt sweat creep up on the back of your neck. “What do you mean?”

He leaned himself into you and pushed you against the tree. He curled his fists into your shirts and slid the both of you down into the grass. Venti’s eyes glowed as he fluttered them.

“I can’t let anyone take what’s mine,” he whispered. Venti leaned in and stole a deep kiss from you. You gasped in surprise against his lips and he took the chance to wrap his tongue around yours. The sensation was pleasantly overwhelming. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked harshly on your tongue. You could feel the heat that rose to your face; you burned for him.

Venti pulled back and broke the kiss. A trail of saliva connected the two of you while you panted. You put a hand on his chest when he went to lean in again. He waited patiently for you to catch your breath and explain why you stopped him from going further.

“Venti,” you said in a breathy voice. “Where is this coming from? What- where- I mean--”

He whispered your name and took your hand off his chest. He placed a kiss on your palm and nuzzled into your hand. Venti looked at you with half-lidded eyes and sucked on your fingers. The sight made you whimper. 

You hadn’t realized how much you wanted him until this very moment. Until you saw his lips wrapped around your dainty fingers. Until you saw the drool pooled around your fingertips. Until you heard him moan around your hand.

“Venti…”

“Shh,” he said as he pulled his lips off. “If this is working you up, I can only imagine what this’ll do.”

You barely had time to register what he meant before he pulled your shirt up over your head. You watched him with a raised brow as he slowly pressed his palm against your stomach. The skin began to heat up and burn in a pleasantly arousing way. At the same time, his braids and eyes began to glow.

“F-Fuck, Ven-- wait, oh my god,” you said with a stutter. Your head hit the bark behind you as you tossed and turned at the burning sensation. The soft skin of your stomach began to glow next and you whined as you looked down at it. 

You hadn’t noticed when, but his usual bard outfit was replaced with much lighter clothes. Your eyes racked his body as you saw him in a tight white top with the tiniest shorts you’d ever seen. His hair laid atop a new white hood that either had wings attached to it or… were those his wings?

“What are you-- mmf… wearing, Venti?” you asked. 

His hand pressed harder on your stomach and made you squirm and moan.

“Tsk, tsk. You haven’t done your research?” he asked. His taunting voice made you squirm even more as he dug his nails into your stomach. “Dressed like this… don’t you think you should be calling me by another name?”

You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment before it hit you. However, right as you went to open your mouth and make your guess, you felt your stomach tighten. You gasped and grabbed his shoulders as your body shook. Legs thrown around his waist, you sucked him in close and squealed, “Barbatos!” 

Your legs shook with pleasure as you felt your first orgasm. Not understanding how he was able to make you cum without you being naked, you glanced down at your glowing stomach. He had left an imprint of the Anemo sigil on your stomach.

“There we go,” he purred. He leaned down and grabbed your sides. Barbatos traced the sigil with his tongue. You put a hand in his hair as he chuckled against your skin. He made a gentle bite on your side and licked his lips. “Now, everyone will know who you belong to.”

He grabbed your thighs and spread them wide. His fingers hooked under your bottoms and slid them off. He placed them to the side with little care and fixed his eyes to your sex. Barbatos growled in the back of his throat as he leaned down and kissed you through your underwear.

You gasped and bucked against his mouth. He pushed you back down with one hand and pulled your underwear to the side so he could see you. Barbatos blew on your dripping sex and sighed dreamily.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he said. He leaned down and blessed you with his lips. You whined and bucked up into his mouth again. His nails dug into you as he lifted your legs and held them as far apart as he could bend you. This caused you to slide down until your back was against the grass fully now, the tree just out of reach.

You covered your mouth as he ravaged your body. The squeals and moans that wanted to spill from your lips were downright pathetic. It wasn’t long before obscene squelches began to fill the field around you both.

“B-Barbatos,” you whined. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease --”

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he said. His tongue began to work its magic on your privates. As you howled in pleasure, he chuckled against you. He buried his face in between your legs and didn’t let up once.

“Fuck!” you squealed as you dug your nails into his scalp. Your body spasmed against his mouth as your second orgasm overwhelmed you. He devoured your cum, pressing his mouth further against you and making you whine as you began to get overstimulated. “B-Barbatos, wait, no… oh fuck…”

He hummed against your sex as he licked up every drop he could get. One look at his pleased face let you know he wouldn’t let up just because you were overstimulated. He seemed to get off on it more if the tent in his shorts was anything to go off of.

You screamed as he slurped you up. Your hands flew to those little wings he’d gotten in his Archon form. To see if you could get on an even playing field with him, you tugged hard on the feathers. He moaned against you and rolled his eyes back.  

He growled and pulled his lips away from your abused sex. He finally tore off your underwear fully and tossed them to the side.

“Didn’t I say I had you? You’re so disobedient,” he said with a scoff. He pulled down his shorts and crawled out of them. “Can’t you be a good little follower?” He dragged his hand over the Anemo mark he’d left on your stomach. “You’d be so perfect for me if you just laid there and took it.”

Your eyes squeezed shut at that. You had never imagined being in this position. Usually, when you were masturbating in the privacy of your room and he just so happened to cross your mind, you felt you’d be the one in control. After all, you would be thinking of Venti , not Barbatos .

A gasp fled from your mouth as he roughly flipped you around to your hands and knees. You looked over your shoulder as he pushed your face into the grass and held your ass up high. He leaned down and kissed each cheek. His hands squeezed your ass and you sighed. You shuddered when he dragged his nails down your cheeks before he delivered a harsh spank to your left one.

“The safe word is red, okay?” he asked as he plunged his fingers into your hole. Your hands dug into the dirt beneath you. Your teeth gritted together as you hissed. The sensation burned for just a moment before it eased away. His fingers picked up speed the moment it was easier to toy with your body.

You whimpered against the dirt as he finger-fucked you. Your drool mixed into the earth beneath you as he slammed his palm against you. Moans filled the air as you panted pathetically beneath him.

“Mmm, Venti, fuck,” you moaned. You hissed in pain as he spanked you again. You looked over your shoulder at him with a pout.

“What’s my name?” he asked as his free hand came around to press down on the Anemo sigil.

Your eyes widened at the sensation and your hands shook as you held yourself up. Maybe after everything you would ask how that sigil made you so sensitive, but right now all you cared about was the pleasure he brought you.

At your silence, he scoffed and pulled his fingers out of you. He shifted behind you until he was on his knees. Barbatos slapped his tip against your hole and rubbed it up and down.

“I asked you a question.”

You whined and pushed your ass back against his dick. Though you knew you might come to regret it, you kept quiet. With one hand pressing his tip against you and the other pushing on the sigil, you were nothing short of a slut.

“What a lousy follower,” he said with a growl as he plunged into you. He moved both hands to your hips and pounded into you. “Can’t even answer your god when he talks to you?”

“Mmf! Sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry- ah!” you squealed as he drilled harder into you. Your hands collapsed beneath you. You rested your forehead against your hands as they shook on the dirt under your face. “Barbatos, Barbatos, please, fuck me, yes!”

“That’s it,” he said with a purr. He yanked you up by the hair and reveled in the whine that escaped your lips at the pain it brought. “Louder. Who’s your god?”

“Barbatos!” you screamed. “You’re my god, you, you.”

His hips slapped against you more and more as you repeated his name like a mantra. Barbatos panted by your ear and held you against his chest. “That’s right, me, me, mine, you’re all mine.”

Your vision blurred as a heavy orgasm, the last for the night, washed over your shaky body. If not for Barbatos holding you up, you would have collapsed on the ground. Despite your body being unable to meet his demands, he kept himself stuffed inside you. He didn’t let up at all.

“Mmmf… mercy,” you whined.

At that, his hips slammed into you harder and his voice cracked. “Mercy? You want your god’s mercy, yeah?” To see you disheveled on his dick made him insufferably aroused. His eyes squinted as he came hard, deep inside of you. 

You groaned as you felt his semen spill inside. The Anemo mark on your stomach glowed bright one last time as he finished. 

You heard and felt a gust of wind push past you as he sighed. As you looked over your shoulder, you saw him back in his original and usual bard outfit. You turned in his hold and wrapped your arms around him as you two fell against the grass, a well-earned and much-needed nap there to embrace the both of you.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

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Just like, straight up, my bad. I have been SWAMPED with college but I'm finally in my last month. Not even, I graduate in like... 12 days I think it is. I've been really wanting to get back to fanfic writing, but my schedule and mental health haven't had the space for it. I don't want to get toooo personal, but I do want to reassure you all that I should have more time to work on the requests that have been stacking up. If you're wondering if I have your request, here's the requests I wrote down:

• sage_nightwing: "I’d really like to see a chapter with alhaitham please. Zhongli is a good alternate or second choice. How about thoma as well? Any is fine by me. Please."

• kitchoosesviolence: "Ok so what if a fic where you’re Scaramouche’s childhood friend, and he playfully pins you against the wall and then both of you realize how suggestive it is and them stuff happens" w/ fem reader

• stinkyrottenapple: "can you do a dottore x f!reader where he asks you to help him with his "experiment", and you consent.. but the experiment that he was actually talking about is just an excuse for him to touch you and see how many times you can orgasm and a childe x f!reader where they got in a fight, then went to bed and talked about it, and SEX:D also i hope its possible for them to be in a marriage out convenience(virgin/inexperienced reader for both pleaseee!"

• creepstafine: "Are you still taking requests?? And doing it with pairings as well?? Hetero ones?I’m just- recently got obsessed with rarepair Gaming x Charlotte (who would’ve think of them except me lol, but have you see the Lantern event??) and Gaming in general (my sweet sweet lion boy..) so uhhh, can I ask for something with them?? I have a hc that Gaming has food kink (idk its name but basically he eats food from partner’s naked body or smth like that)(also I know he’s already obsessed with food, like all of his dialogs are about dim sams).Oh and Charlotte might take photos of these since she’s a photographer/journalist who always takes photos.Upd: I hc their ages somewhere in early/mid twenty’s!! Gaming is just a short king"

• lavendar_mori: "If you're still taking requests, could you please write a fic where the reader (soft-dom, I feel too bad being mean to my precious boy) is edging Thoma with a vibrator?👉👈 I love ur work!!"

I promise I want to get to all of you and I will. I mean, the last time I posted I thing was April and I'm still here in August, so I hope that shows how much I want to write for y'all. I might also do a couple side pieces when I finish with requests bc I really want to write some Gravity Falls stuff now that I've been reminded how big a fan I am of it. I won't prioritize it over the requests but I'm shaking with excitement to write for you guys at all. I also intend to get back to the Kinktober book that got left behind, so no worries. I know I have the list of days published there and I will get to them as according to my original plan.

Hopefully, there won't be any major roadblocks in my way. I mean, I am trying to get a job which will take up time once I have it, but bills have to be paid. I also have a couple of IRL things I need to take care of. I swear, the ao3 author curse is real guys. One of those iRL things I need to do is get a ring camera from my friend because an ex was leaving letters at my door. [Insert sigh as if that isn't one of the more NORMAL things to happen to me as of late]

Regardless! Please enjoy the Dottore request I finished in the meantime and know that I plan to get back to y'all with a quickness. I love y'all! You can still leave requests on the first chapter but do know that I'm trying to get through these in order.

Take care now!

-Kunisno1 

(i wanted to sign off to sound cool but my username is literally kunisno1...)

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Alhaitham

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“Put it down already,” Alhaitham had warned you. Of course, you didn’t take his advice nor heed any of his warnings. You and Kaveh could bond over one thing: you were both over-extenders who overworked yourselves. It wasn’t uncommon for the stoic man to find you both sat in the tavern, sobbing over drinks.

You’d spent a month so far trying to reword and re-edit your paper. This was your passion project, your baby! There was no way you would allow it to be less than perfect. But, of course, there was always someone nearby to remind you that--

“Nothing you’ll do will ever be perfect,” Alhaitham said.

“Excuse me?” you asked. He was known for being blunt to a point of being cold, but wasn’t that a bit too far?

“Relax. Perfection is a man-made concept meant to drive people like you insane. You’ll never believe your work is perfect. All you’re doing is pouring into something that could have been done two weeks ago,” he said. His voice was a little gentler as he spoke to you this time. It was like a weird tactic of his: he’d say something harsh and follow it up with a more gentle truth.

And, of course, you knew he was right. Alhaitham had experience in this kind of thing. After all, Kaveh was… the way he was… which gave the both of them plenty of expertise in this field. Kaveh was more supportive of you giving it your all--not that he intended to drain you! He was just lit up by your own fiery passion for this project. But Alhaitham?

He sat next to you and wrapped an arm around your waist. With a gentle squeeze, he shut the book in front of you close. His other hand came up to cup your chin. As his thumb traced your lips, he said, “How about I give you a new project to lose yourself in?”

And who could say no to that?

Zhongli

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Your chest heaved as you came down from another high. How many had it been now? Three? Four? All you knew was that the god between your legs had to know your body better than you did at this rate. His fingers pulled out of you with a wet and slick sound that made you shudder.

“Are you ready for another?” Zhongli asked, his voice huskier than usual.

You could only give him a nod and whimper. The man grinned between your legs and spread them a little wider. His fingers spread your pretty hole open as he leaned in close. His tongue circled your entrance and made you shake. Your body was already so weak due to his previous work on you. All Zhongli knew how to do was bring you pleasure. And from the leaking tip between his legs, this was serving him just as well.

His tongue pushed in and almost seemed to stretch inside of you. A quick glance at him had your breath caught in your throat.

“So unfair,” you said in a whine. 

Zhongli’s head was crowned with two glowing brown and gold horns. His eyes were more slit than usual. You recognized this as his humanoid dragon form. There were very few reasons he would use this over his human form, but one of his favorite reasons to use it was his longer tongue and fangs. The pleasure they brought you had him humping against the bedsheets. 

Zhongli’s eyes flicked up to lock with your own. His gaze was intense and had you whine again at just the sight of him. His tongue swirled around inside of you as he devoured you. His claws came up to caress your hips as he held you in place and pushed the muscle as deep as he could. The slight scratch of his nails against your soft skin had you buck against his face.

He pulled back and licked his lips clean. You tried to pull him back into you, not having yet faced another orgasm. He tutted at you, let go of your hips, and pinned your hands down. 

“So impatient… I know what will tame that sweet appetite of yours,” Zhongli said in a heady whisper. His tone had you dizzy already, but when he hooked your legs around his waist, you were done for.

Thoma

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“You trust me, don’t you?” Thoma asked as his breath tickled your ear. You were sat nude in front of him with your arms wrapped around your body. Anxious but willing, you gave the blond a little nod. “Good, good… I promise, I won’t do this too tight.”

One hand held a long, red rope destined to adorn your body. Thoma’s other hand caressed your body. He slid it up your sides with a dreamy sigh. The blond leaned down to trail kisses from your collarbone down to your pelvis. As you spread yourself open, he chuckled.

“Ah, ah--not yet. Not until you’re bound up. You’ll be patient, won’t you?” he asked with a smile that left you with no other answer but a nod.

Thoma taunted you with his tongue. He trailed it back up the path he just took down. His tongue circled your nipples and made you whimper. Your nails dug into your palm as you tried to stay still and good for him. You knew you’d be rewarded with his love soon, you just had to be patient.

Thoma brought the rope around as he kissed you. He wrapped it around your waist, over both your shoulders to form an ‘X’, and hummed in content at the look of you so far. His hands smoothed over where the ropes already were before he motioned for you to stretch your arms out.

“Let’s see those pretty wrists,” Thoma said.

In your fluster, you did as he asked. You held your wrists out and watched as he tightened the ropes around your wrists. As he pulled back, you tried to pull the rope apart to see how tight he’d set you. You blinked as the rope didn’t even budge.

“Were you expecting them to be loose?” he asked as he began to disrobe. Your eyes trailed over his form as he leaned down to whisper against your lips, “You can’t get away that easily.”

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You all but threw your body down in your bed. After a long day of commissions and handling idiotic quests, you were in dire need of a nap. Here in the Serenitea Pot, you had access to nothing but that. It was freeing, to get to rest like your body had begged you to do. 

You hadn’t acknowledged anyone who’d been in to visit or relax. You could always apologize later, they would understand. After all, many of the ones who came in to visit often told you to do what you’re doing now. How many times has Wanderer scolded you for handling “idiot’s work?” How many times did Gorou all but usher you into your room?

You sighed and rolled over onto your back. A small shriek escaped your mouth as your door swung open. You sat up and caught your breath as you stared at the bard in the doorway.

“Geez, you sure are on edge. I guess that’s why you’re in here?” Venti asked as he closed the door behind him.

You let out a rough exhale and nodded. “Yeah, I need some rest,” you said.

Venti hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. In a sing-song voice, he said, “You walked right past all your beloved friends and didn’t even say a word. You must be really out of it to not even say hi to Razor.”

You pouted and played with your sleeves. “He’s a sweet boy, he’ll understand,” you said.

Venti tutted. With a wiggle of his finger, he leaned in. His finger booped your nose and he leaned over you. In a sweet voice, he said, “I don’t say it to guilt you. It just shows me how serious this rest of yours is. When’s the last time you had a real break?”

Your head tilted and you closed your eyes. How long had it been? Things had been hectic for a while, that was for sure. After your ventures around Sumeru, you’d been hopping from place to place; quest to quest. You liked staying busy, it gave you something to do.

“Your silence speaks volumes,” Venti said with a dramatic sigh. He stood up and placed his hands on his hips. “This won’t do!”

The bard turned and headed for the door. With furrowed brows and a head tilt, you looked after him. “Where’re you going?” you asked.

Venti gave you a playful wink over his shoulder. With a finger in front of his lips, he shook his head. You weren’t sure what that could mean, but you just sighed and laid back in the bed. Whatever it meant, you didn’t have the brain capacity to try and solve it. You were no detective, just a tired soul.

As your eyes began to feel heavy, you let them close. There was no point in fighting against sleep. Even as you heard shuffles and doors echo in the hall, you couldn’t be bothered to linger on them. They were just things happening, nothing of real importance.

It wasn’t until your head was gently lifted that you opened your eyes again. Above you, Venti had set your head atop his lap. At your confused and sleepy expression, the bard giggled.

“Easy there soldier, I’m just making sure your nap is as enjoyable as possible. Would you like me to play you a little song?” Venti asked.

You weren’t sure if it was the exhaust or just something you only now noticed, but his voice sounded so much silkier than normal. Regardless, you gave him a little nod. You rolled over onto your stomach and nuzzled your face into his thighs. He didn’t complain, so you allowed yourself to stay right there.

He summoned his lyre and strummed a melody you’d yet to hear. As his voice flooded your ears, you melted into his skin. You let your eyes flutter shut and curled up as close as you could get. Venti smiled as he sang to you. As soon as he saw your chest slow, he set the lyre to the side until it faded into a puff of green smoke. Venti’s hand combed through your hair as you rested on his lap.

“Sweet, sweet soldier… rest up for me,” he said. Venti laid back in the bed and pulled you up to lay on his chest. He stifled a chuckle as you stretched out across him. It was cute how close you seemed to get to him in your rest.

Venti pushed some hair back to kiss your forehead. He smiled against your skin but blinked in surprise as he met your sleepy eyes. “You’re still up?” he asked.

You shook your head and reached a hand up to cup his cheek. “No… I felt you move and wanted to get closer. The, um, kiss took me off guard,” you said in a whisper.

Venti slid his hands around your waist to keep you close to his chest. “Did it make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I just didn’t expect it,” you said. “I’m not complaining.”

Venti smirked in response and gripped you tighter. One hand rubbed your back in short circles. He peppered a few more kisses atop your head. You couldn’t stop the smile from stretching across your face at the affection. You and Venti had always had a very affectionate friendship, and for a while you just assumed that’s how he was.

But, of course, when you look at him as Barbatos, you know that isn’t true. Venti acts one way, but Barbatos is another. The way he treated you made you feel special. Due to past circumstances, you weren’t sure you were willing to believe that you could truly mean so much to him. But that was just fear speaking. If you were to speak on how you felt now…

“Can I ask for a kiss?” you asked as your heart pounded in your chest.

“That’s what I’m doing, isn’t it?” Venti asked with a shit-eating grin. He knew what you really meant.

“Venti… not a forehead kiss,” you said.

The bard hummed as if he was deliberating on the choice. He moved both hands to your head: one on your chin and the other tangled in your hair. Venti tilted your chin up and brought your lips within a breath of his own.

“Like this? Will this help you rest?” he asked.

You were quick to nod and try to close the gap between you two.

“Ah, ah. What do you say?”

“Um… please?”

With your sweet plea, Venti brought your lips together. He smiled against your mouth as he kissed you. It started slow and sweet, his hands cradling you as if you were the world’s most fragile being. When you pulled back, you could only stare up with stars in your eyes. You wanted more of his love and attention and you wanted it now.

“How long have you been holding that wish in?” Venti asked with a soft smile.

You weren’t even sure. Mondstat was the first place you’d gone to and the one that left the biggest mark on your journey. Any time you were exhausted on your travels, you just wanted to crawl back to Mondstat, to the tavern, to Venti.

“A while,” you said in a whisper. “Can… um…”

Venti cut your hesitant request off with another kiss. This time, he rolled you over onto your back and held your hands. He had you pinned to the bed and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t give you butterflies. Your hands held onto his tight as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Venti pulled back to toss his beret off to the side.

You chuckled at the need that the motion revealed. “How long have you been holding that in?” you asked back.

“You think you’re funny, huh windblume?” Venti asked. He straddled your lap again and slid his hands over your chest. His long fingers slid under the fabric like it was nothing. Your breath hitched as he palmed at your breasts. He licked his lips and leaned down. After he scrunched your blouse up around your collarbones, he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. “No bra?” he asked, muffled by your breast.

“I was too tired to keep it on,” you said in a low mumble. Your back arched up into his mouth as he bit down on your areola. His hands went back to holding yours as his mouth swapped over to the other side. You squeezed his hands as he toyed with you. “Venti, I need more…”

“Loud and clear,” he said in a raspy whisper. Venti pulled back and off your breasts. His fingers trailed down your arms, slid down your sides, and went straight for your bottoms. It was effortless how he slid them off. You almost thought he tore them clean off of you. He hiked your thighs up over his shoulders as he leaned down.

Venti’s nose pressed against your underwear as he took a deep breath. He groaned and pressed kisses up your clothed slit. You squirmed in his hold and whimpered at the light teases he granted you. He allowed you to roll your hips against his lips for now and pressed his tongue flat against the fabric.

As your hands flew to his braids to yank him in, he chuckled against your underwear. Venti rubbed his nose against you a few more times and took another deep breath. 

“You are intoxicating,” Venti said in a sultry whisper. A quick glance down between your legs showed that his braids glowed in your hands. Knowing he was just as riled up as you filled you with a sense of pride.

Venti’s fingers slid your underwear to the side and he finally dug into you. He ate you out like a man starved. His lips sucked around your clit and he let one hand settle near the underside of your thigh. His middle and ring fingers stroked your entrance. Venti played with your hole like it meant nothing to him, like he hadn’t always dreamed of this exact moment.

His other hand tensed around your other thigh and pulled it as close to him as he could get you. He needed you and needed you bad. Tired of being gentle on you, ready to put you to the rest you so desperately needed, he pushed his two fingers in. As you gasped at the pressure inside your slick hole, Venti curled his fingers in. He scissored them inside of you and smirked against your clit as his tongue flicked it again and again.

As your thigh shook against him, he pulled back with a cheshire grin. “So soon?” he asked. He wiped his fingers off on your thigh before he pouted. “Actually, I don’t want that to go to waste,” he said. Venti leaned down and licked where he had just wiped his fingers off. As you gripped his hair tighter, he growled against your skin.

He pulled away one last time to strip. He threw his clothes off to the side and you took it as a sign to do the same with the last of your barriers to this moment. You tossed your underwear to the side to be forgotten for the night. As soon as he leaned over you again, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss.

Your tongues tangled together as he pushed inside. You brought your legs up to link behind his back. Moans filled his mouth as he entered you. Your eyes shut tight as you focused in on the sensation.

“Fuck,” Venti said under his breath, “you feel so nice.”

He pulled out until just his tip was in and then pushed in harder. Your breath hitched at the rough thrust. Venti gave you a lopsided smirk and grabbed your legs off of his waist. Before you could complain, he pinned your thighs against your chest to fold you in half. Your moans grew in volume and you slapped a hand over your mouth.

He yanked your hand away from your mouth. “I asked everyone to leave earlier, scream,” Venti said in breathy pants. His thrusts quickened as your moans grew in volume. “Ah, you sound so pretty.”

If he wasn’t balls deep in you, you’d feel embarrassed at how genuine his compliments were. This love and affection was something you needed. The way he riled you up and made your insides feel queasy was just a cherry on top. The rest you’d have after this was well-deserved and well-earned.

Venti groaned out your name and gripped your thighs tighter. It burned so good. This was a workout and a half and you’d never been so happy to have your muscles tense up.

“Venti, Venti,” you said in a breathy tone, “‘m so close, mm close baby.”

He leaned down and bit your shoulder as he slammed into you as fast as he could. The sudden roughness of it all made you throw your head back. Your eyes fluttered shut as he bit into you. His hips began to shake at the same time you began to clench around him. You were weak, weaker still, and then limp.

You came with a shaky whine and clawed at his back. Your nails dug into Venti’s soft skin as he came inside you. You whined at the full feeling but wouldn’t complain. It felt too nice and warm to register as a possible problem later down the road.

As he collapsed on top of you, he kept his dick buried inside. You whimpered and rolled your hips to feel him as you came back down from your high. The room was full of shaky breaths and whispers of one another’s names.

“I love you, you know,” Venti said in between pants.

You nodded and clung to him harder. “I love you too.”

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You swung your feet off the edge of your bed as you waited for a knock at your door. As was routine, you were waiting for your dear friend Scaramouche to come over. Ever since you joked about failing your math class in front of his mothers, they’d hounded him to come over more often and ensure you did better. It was his job as your longest standing friend, so they said. And you couldn’t complain about it either. After all, despite his rough exterior, he was the smartest person you knew.

As long as you’ve known him, he’s always been at the top of the class leaderboards. It almost spiraled you into a silent rivalry back in high school. You didn’t care about being valedictorian or anything crazy (even though that would give you life long bragging rights), you just wanted to beat him at something. He noticed fast back then and squished that line of that into the dirt.

“Why would you want to be in competition with me? We aren’t gunning for the same things in life, focus on yourself,” Scaramouche had said.

He’d snapped you right out of it, of course. He always did. Scaramouche was a very grounding person to be around. He was the type to get straight to the point and wake you up. 

Speaking of waking up, you felt your phone vibrating again and again. A quick peek at the messages let you know he was at your door. Your little daydream had him standing at the door in impatient wait. You giggled to yourself and flew across your apartment to the door.

Before you could even greet him, as you swung open the door, Scaramouche scoffed. “Took you long enough. What were you doing?” he said as he stepped inside.

“Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts again,” you said with a light laugh. You shut the door behind him. “Did you bring everything we’ll need?”

“Who do you take me for?” he asked as he dangled his backpack in front of you. Scaramouche rolled his eyes. “Where are we doing this studying, hm?”

You grabbed his elbow and pulled him towards your room. With a light laugh, you said, “I refuse to study anywhere else. My bed is comfy as hell, if I’m going to be studying lame ass math, I better be cozy too.”

Scaramouche huffed but said nothing in response. You knew by now that his huffs and scoffs were harmless. If anything, it was just a minor complaint that wouldn’t stop him from doing what he set out to do.

As you both settled on the bed, you grabbed one of your fluffier blankets and wrapped it around yourself. You hummed in content and tilted your head at him as you watched him pull out textbooks. A sense of dread filled you as you realized he really intended to make you study. 

“You know, I could just cheat on the tests. I don’t need to know math for my degree program,” you said.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow and leaned forward. “And what will I tell my mother when I get home?” he asked. “That I let you slack off and we just hung out instead?”

“Oh, like it’s so bad,” you said with a pout. You leaned forward and gently bumped your forehead against his. “You can’t just lie?”

He stared at you with a deadpan expression. “You can’t be serious,” he said.

“But I am,” you said with a whine. You stood up and spun around as you clung the blanket tighter around you. “Scara… I don’t even need to know math! I have a calculator on me for any real world math issues I’ll come across. I know how to make an equation of anything that might stump me! Please, can we just slack off?” you asked with a pout and your best pleading face.

Scaramouche stood up for the sole purpose of poking your nose. “And let my friend be an idiot? On their terms?”

“Scara!”

“So, what, you want to be stupid? Fine, suit yourself.”

With a frown, you balled up your blanket and threw it at him. It was mostly a lighthearted thing, but you didn’t like that he was trying to tempt you into studying. You knew his games--he’d call you dumb, you’d fold and study, and waste what could be a good hangout time talking about numbers . 

The blanket slid down his back and hit the floor with a soft ruffle. He glanced down at the blanket and then up at you. The glint in his eyes told you there was about to be an all out war between the two of you. Fearful, you backed up and gave a playful shriek.

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Scaramouche said as he grabbed a small pillow off your bed.

“ Yet ,” you repeated back to him. 

You dodged the pillow but were instantly pinned against the wall. His hands tickled your sides as you squirmed against the wall with nowhere to go. You yelped and laughed at his onslaught. Scaramouche chuckled and swatted at your hands as you tried to fight back.

“Evil! This is evil,” you said through a fit of laughter.

“You started it,” Scaramouche said with a restrained chuckle. “I’m just finishing it.”

He pinned both your wrists over your head and used his free hand to squeeze your sides. The position had your breath hitch as you noticed the provocative implications here long before he did. Scaramouche only slowed his playful torment when he noticed you weren’t laughing as much. It didn’t take him long as he stared at you to realize why you’d stopped.

You two just stared at each other for a while. Scaramouche let your wrists go but kept his arms on either side of your head. He took a deep breath and leaned in. You glanced at his lips then back up at his eyes. The question went unasked, but you both gave your enthusiastic consent. Scaramouche closed the distance between you two first and pressed himself close against you. His hand let go of your wrists as you two kissed.

Your hands came up to wrap around his neck. You had no idea how long you’d been waiting for this. Your desperation took both of you off guard. As your tongue poked through his lips, Scaramouche groaned and grabbed your hips as rough as he could. With a quick roll of his hips, you could feel the hard-on growing between his legs. At least you weren’t alone in your desperation.

He pulled back with a pant and you two held eye contact for a moment as you caught your breath. Scaramouche was the first to recover and he used that to his advantage. He dove for your neck and bit down hard on your soft skin. A little yelp escaped your throat as his teeth sunk into you. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged.

“Too much?” Scaramouche asked in a gruff tone.

You shook your head. “It’s just sensitive,” you said.

He grinned against your skin. “Good.”

Scaramouche’s teeth sunk in further; more aggressive. You whined at each touch granted to you. His hands squeezed your hips over and over as his mouth ravaged your neck. You moaned at how rough he was being on your body. You weren’t sure who’d been waiting for this more--you or him?

You wrapped a leg up and around his waist to pull him in close. You ground your hips against his as best you could. He still had you pinned against the wall, but you needed more. Scaramouche was quick to pick up on this and grabbed your legs to pull you up off the ground. He let both of your legs get secure before he ground into you. Scaramouche dragged his tongue down to your collarbone as his hips rolled against you continuously.

“Scara,” you said in a shaky voice. “I… I need more.”

“Needy,” he said as if it were a complaint. But if the bulge pressed into your core right now was any sign, he was trying to pretend he wasn’t as needy as he made you out to be. “You need it all, don’t you? It’s pathetic.”

You whined at his voice and bucked against him as best you could for someone pinned to the wall. You had so little control in this situation, but god did you want him, need him. And you knew he needed you too. Your hands slid to his collar and you pulled him in for another kiss. He chuckled against your lips, but before he could give you another sassy remark, you beat him to it.

“Stop denying yourself pleasure,” you said.

Scaramouche all but growled and picked you up in his arms. You yelped and held onto him tight. He turned around and threw you down on the bed. Scaramouche pushed the old plans, the study books, off the bed and went straight for your bottoms. He tugged them off like it offended his bloodline. You chuckled a bit at his quick motions and decided to help out by removing your top. 

Scara threw himself into your chest and latched his lips around your nipple. His other hand slid down your front to toy with your underwear. He grinned against your chest.

“Excited, slut?” he asked. You moaned in response and he chuckled. “Of course you are. I bet I filled your mind with endless wet dreams, didn’t I? This is just a fantasy come to life for you, isn’t it?”

“Scara, stop messing around,” you said with a moan. You pressed yourself against his hand to try and get more contact. You rubbed up and down against his palm and whined at the contact. “Please, just--”

“Impatient whore. I’ll give you what you need, stop rushing me,” he said as his teeth grazed your nipple. You winced and pouted up at him. Scaramouche hated how your little pout made his cock throb in his pants. He huffed and pulled back from your bruised breast. Blush coated his cheeks and ears as he stared down at you. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He gave you another quick kiss before he slid down between your legs. Scaramouche rubbed your thighs in sweet circles and kissed you through your panties. His tongue pressed against the wet fabric and he groaned.

“You’re so wet, I can taste you through this damn thing,” Scaramouche said. You flushed at his words and spread your legs a little wider. He snorted and pulled your underwear down. “If you insist.”

Scaramouche bit his lip as he stared at your dripping sex. He gently pushed two fingers inside you to prepare you for his cock. His free hand shimmied his pants down, easier said than done since your cunt had most of his attention. Eventually, he was able to toss his pants to the side.

You closed your eyes and moaned as he scissored his fingers inside of you. It felt so nice to be stretched open by him like this. He wasn’t wrong when he said earlier that you’d thought, even dreamt, about this a few times. Scaramouche was hot, who could blame you? But more than that, he was your friend of many years. All you wanted was to be at his side forever. And this was a damn good way to make sure your dream came true.

“Scara, baby, I need you already,” you said. You rolled your hips against his fingers. “I can take it, I promise.”

Scaramouche pulled his fingers back and sucked them clean. He wiped his saliva off on your thigh. With a chuckle, he tossed his boxers behind him and lifted your thighs up.

“If I didn’t know any better, I really would start to think you’re rushing me here,” Scaramouche said.

You gave him a playful smile. “I’m not rushing you, I just… it’s like you said. I’m needy .”

“Tell me about it,” he said with a huff. Scaramouche wrapped your legs around himself before he muttered, “No,” under his breath. Before you could process it, he flipped you onto your stomach and pushed your head into the sheets. “There we go, princess. Keep quiet for me, won’t you?” he asked. You could hear the grin on his face without needing to see it.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as he pushed himself in. The doggy position made it feel so much better, deeper, just… fuck, he was good. Scaramouche kept one hand on your neck to keep your head down and the other on your hip. His pace was brutal, skin slapping skin like there was no tomorrow. And hell, you’d trade every tomorrow to keep this moment going on for all of eternity.

You pulled a pillow closer to muffle your moans. Every moan is another potential noise complaint from your neighbors. You couldn’t even help yourself. Even as you tried to keep it quiet for him as he asked, it was impossible. Scaramouche was so deep inside you, it made your brain stop working.

“You sound pathetic,” he said through his own pants. Scaramouche wasn’t holding up much better than you; his breathing was uneven and his thrusts harder to compensate for the fact that he wasn’t going to last long. “Gonna cum for me so soon?” he projected.

You wished you could rebuttal, but you were so close. Everything about this was perfect: the pressure on your head, the grip on your waist, and the rough thrusts were going to send you overboard. You bit the pillow and gave a muffled “mhm” in response to him. Scaramouche chuckled and gripped your neck rougher as he leaned over you. Your moans soared in volume and your eyes rolled back. You were so out of it at the new roughness that you barely registered your orgasm coarse through you. It was as if he fucked you out of your own body.

You only came to when you realized Scaramouche had collapsed onto your back. His breath tickled the back of your neck. He planted a small kiss on the base of your neck. Scaramouche nuzzled into your skin and peppered your cheek in kisses.

“Hey, idiot, you still with me?” he asked.

“Mhm,” was all he got from you.

He snorted and kissed your neck again. “Good, good… we can study in the morning, or something. I’m staying here with you tonight.”

You smiled at that and nodded before you fell asleep.

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To service a harbinger like Dottore is no easy task. You’ve seen countless others before you disappear like it meant nothing. And truth be told, you knew it did mean nothing. It didn’t matter what Dottore wanted to do, if someone was a waste of his time, they’d be gone before you could ever know what they did wrong. It filled you with a sort of dread that you weren’t sure any other harbinger could match. Sure, Scaramouche had his scary stories and Childe could flip between sweet and cruel like it was nothing. But they had ways to avoid that behavior.

Dottore? It felt like a guessing game.

There were times you were certain you had overstepped and were destined for a coffin. You saw no point in writing a will with no one in the outside world to mourn your death. Work was your life, but good god did you think you’d pay for that one day. However, all those perceived oversteps had only ever earned you a chuckle. You didn’t know where you stood with Dottore, ever.

Beyond your own comprehension and belief, Dottore had asked you to come to his lab alone for an experiment. It was no surprise to be working with him on anything, as that was your role as one of his assistants. But to work on something with him alone spoke of great trust. Perhaps scarier, it meant the task must have been of great importance.

When you approached the lab, you were hesitant to enter. It was so silent. During most hours, there would be a few people moving things from area to area. At the very least, you expected to maybe hear some carts drag along the halls as you approached. But no, there was just silence.

As your shoes clacked against the tile floor, you looked around the lab. The set up had changed. There was a corner with a curtain covering most of what hid behind. From what you could see, there was a table propped up. It reminded you of those old torture tables that would strap their victims down.

…That wasn’t meant for you, was it?

“There you are,” Dottore said. His voice startled you and had you spin on your heel to face him.

You gave a polite nod. “Hello, sir. Yes, I’ve arrived as you asked.”

“You needn’t tell me that, my eyes work fine,” he said as he brushed past you. Dottore walked towards the corner you had just observed. A pit filled in your stomach as you followed behind him. So, that strange table was meant for you. Oh, Archons above, have mercy on your soul.

“May I ask what the experiment we’re doing today entails, sir?” you asked. You clasped your hands together in front of you. Your fingers fidgeted with one another. The fidgeting may betray your relaxed exterior, but you knew someone like Dottore likely saw right through it anyway. At this point, you were only doing it for yourself.

“We’ll get to it in just a moment. In preparation for today’s experiment,” Dottore paused and tapped the tilted table, “I’ll need you to get comfortable. It’s best if you strip down to whatever you are most comfortable exposing.”

Your breath caught in your throat. That wasn’t a measure you were expecting to take. Sensing your unease, Dottore sighed and adjusted his mask.

“While I cannot force you to listen to my instruction, this experiment needs more skin than your current uniform offers me,” he said. Despite not seeing his eyes, you felt as though his gaze pierced your very soul.

You nodded and slipped your lab coat off. That was an easy first step. You’d hoped it would make the rest of this easier. If it was skin he needed, you’d likely have to go down to your undergarments. You unbutton your blouse and swallowed hard.

“Sir, if I may ask… just what does this experiment entail that you need me so, um, bare?” you asked as you reached the last button. Your nerves were on fire and your hands shook as you slid the top off your shoulders.

Dottore only hummed and took your shirt from your hands. He folded it and set it aside on another table. He turned to you and stepped closer. You bit the inside of your cheek to ground yourself in the moment as he invaded your personal bubble. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him get so close to anyone, let alone someone who was topless .

“This experiment deals with more biological urges and questions. If you’re uncomfortable with such vulnerability, you can say so now,” Dottore said.

You felt pinned to the table behind you. Even with his hands behind his back, you felt as if he surrounded you. And his phrasing? You were no idiot. He was asking for your consent, not just for part in an experiment, but to have his hands on you. This was no delusion--Dottore wanted to see you as bare as you’d let him. Beyond that? You weren’t sure just yet.

You said nothing in response to his question. Keeping your gaze locked onto where you’re pretty sure his eyes are under his mask, you unhooked your bra and held it out to him. Dottore grinned and set the garment by your discarded shirt. It wasn’t long before you let your pants and underwear join them.

Dottore placed a hand on the small of your back and led you to lean back against the tilted table. He strapped your wrists down at your sides and stepped back. With a pleased hum at the sight before him, Dottore adjusted the table to have you a little more flat on your back. Your breath hitched as he grabbed your ankles and spread you open. You saw his glance towards straps that would likely hold your feet down. With a muttered curse, he seemed to be against the notion.

He slid a glove on and dragged a finger up your slit. Long, gloved fingers played with your pussy. Up and down, his fingers repeated the same motions over and over. You held your breath for the most part. It wasn’t as though the touches he granted were anything to have you moaning over--yet anyway--but the situation was so precarious. Was it selfish to let him do as he wanted? Or was it simply obedient?

Dottore pulled back and leaned forward. Your eyes focused on his back as he arched down to drag his tongue up your cunt. You let out a small gasp at the contact. His tongue flicked against your clit. Gloved hands came up to grasp at your thighs. He held you close to his face as his tongue ravaged your clit. The continuous attention was almost abuse, overstimulation and yet not enough all at once.

Had he been your lover, you might’ve felt comfortable begging him for more.

Dottore’s tongue had you completely distracted. As his fingers pushed themselves inside of you, you gasped and arched against the table. Your fists clenched and your wrists strained against the straps. Being held down and unable to squirm like your body wanted felt cruel.

You whined as he scissored his fingers inside of you, the motion making you buck against his hands the best you could. Dottore only chuckled against your skin and curled his fingers. He moved them in and out as slow as he could manage. You bit your lip to muffle another pathetic whimper.

“Dottore, sir,” you said through stutters, “I forgot to ask… what’s the goal of this experiment?” 

Dottore laughed yet again and put a knee up on the table. He thrusted his fingers rougher, and brought his other hand to grope your chest. You choked on your breath and closed your eyes tight as you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. The new angle his position granted him let his fingers hit even deeper than before. Your wrists squirmed in their restraints as you came hard on his hand. His fingers pulled out of you, the sound lewd and wet.

“For that, right there,” Dottore said with a tone that was somehow more smug than normal. “I want to know… how far can I push this fragile body of yours? How much do you think you can take and how much can you really?”

You shuddered at his words. There was no way, did he truly mean that? You’ve never known your Lord to lie to you, there’s never been a need for it. You cannot lie your way to scientific results after all. Science has a very honest way of existing.

Your only response to him was another whimper as he got right back to it. His lips sucked around your clit and his fingers dug into your thighs. Every now and then, his hand would come down in sharp smack against your soft skin. Each slap would have you arch up into him with a small howl. It hurt, but it hurt so good. There was nothing you’d rather be doing. 

Dottore’s grip on you was like nothing else you’ve experienced in the world.

His fingers roughly spread your thighs as far as they could go. “Keep them there,” he said in a gravelly voice. You nodded and watched with half-lidded eyes as he reached behind him. You’d not done a very good job of taking in your surroundings when you first got behind here with him. Though you’d questioned the curtain and table from the entrance, you’d not bothered to notice the display of toys laid out on the table behind him.

In his hand now was a vibrator. Your thighs tensed as he rubbed it up and down your folds. You swallowed as he turned it on its lightest setting. It wasn’t unbearable, despite his manhandling and slaps, your pussy itself had recovered from its first orgasm. The vibrations made it easier for it to slip inside you. Dottore granted you some hint of mercy as he rubbed your inner thighs and pushed the toy in nice and slow.

However, as soon as it was nestled deep into your cunt, he upped the vibrators and rubbed his thumb over your clit. Dottore leaned over you and sucked on your nipple. You couldn’t stop the loud moans that spilled from your lips. Your back arched up into his mouth and your wrists burned from how many times they’d fought against the metal straps.

The quick stimulation sent you over again. And this time, there was no rest period to let you adjust. His mouth simply swapped over to the next breast and he set the vibrator to a pulse setting. Dottore’s teeth grazed over your nipple and you could feel him smirk against your skin as you whimpered out his name. 

“Yes?” he asked against your skin.

“It’s so much,” you said in a whiny tone.

“So soon? Oh, I doubt that,” Dottore said. He pulled back and took his mask off. Your breath stuttered as you finally locked eyes with him. His red eyes made you quiver beneath him. “You have another in you, maybe even two more. Do you not?”

You bit your lip. It was hard to think with the vibrator still going off in you. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. The reactions you gave Dottore made him hum in contentment.

“Maybe one,” you said in a hesitant stutter.

“Give yourself more confidence than that,” he said. Without you noticing, he’d lowered his pants and boxers enough to have his length slap against your thigh as he adjusted the table. You felt so out of it as you eyed up his length. One of his hands came up to let one of your wrists free. You sighed in relief but made a confused whine as he pulled the vibrator out and placed it in your hand. “You’ll hold it against your clit if you know what’s good for you.”

His voice had you whine and nod. Everything about this made you feel mindless. Perhaps this was more obedience than selfishness after all.

Dottore rubbed himself up and down your folds before he let himself penetrate you. He was slow to start, for which you were grateful. Between your sore nipples, the vibrator against your clit, and his dick inside of you, you weren’t sure how long you’d last. Even his starting shallow thrusts made you dizzy.

You threw your head back as his thrusts gained speed. Your moans and whines filled the lab as he took you so well. Dottore’s hands kept your thighs spread wide open as he fucked into you. You gasped as he hit your g-spot over and over. For a moment, you wondered if he was just lucky or if he’d calculated that somehow.

You were given little time to contemplate it as one of his hands joined yours to up the vibrations. The simple motion alone had you cum a final time. You coated his length in your juices. Your final orgasm had Dottore sped up like a machine.

His grunts filled the empty space and made your head spin. To think that Dottore truly just wanted to chase his pleasure, to think he just wanted you and you alone--god, was it possible to pump out another from you? You choked on your breath as his cum filled you up. It was so warm, so thick, you felt disconnected from your body for a moment. 

And oh, what you would give to see this from another person’s perspective: the great harbinger Dottore balls deep in one of his assistants.

Dottore pulled out with a heavy exhale. He rubbed your thighs and let your other hand loose. His gloved hands smoothed over the one holding the vibrator as he took it and set it on the table behind him.

“Wonderfully done. A beautiful experiment to the very end,” Dottore said. He grinned as he followed it with, “But you know… every good experiment should be done at least three times.”

You felt even dizzier thinking about the week ahead of you.

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Things had settled down shortly after the Lantern Rite festival ended. Booths took their time in packing up and people walked home with slow, tired feet. A few children could be heard complaining about how tired they were to their parents. Coworkers sighed about what a nice day this had been and how dreary work will feel tomorrow. And in the Wangshu Inn, a couple giggled as they got themselves an open room.

Charlotte dragged Gaming up the stairs as he clutched his bag of food in his free hand. Their fingers squeezed one another as they looked at one another. Tonight, they would finally try something the both of them had been looking forward to for a while. Gaming had wanted to eat food off of Charlotte. And Charlotte had wanted to record it. With her latest paycheck, she’d gotten the best camera technology can currently offer.

So tonight was the night.

As soon as the pair had gotten into their room, Gaming set the food down on the edge of the bed and pulled Charlotte in. The two just stared at each other for a moment. Soft, sweet smiles decorated their faces as they relished in this quiet moment with no work and no expectations.

“Did you bring me in here just to stare?” Charlotte asked with a giggle. Every now and again, she liked to tease him. When his cheeks were all rosy, she thought he was the most precious being out there.

Gaming laughed and kissed her nose. “I just can’t help it. You look so pretty,” he said. He squeezed her hips and brought her in for a gentle kiss. Gaming melted into it. A soft sigh escaped his lips and entered Charlotte’s own as he tasted something sweet off her tongue. “Did you sneak a dessert without me?” he asked as he pulled back to breathe.

Charlotte bit her lip as she nodded. “I thought I was sneakier than that… but you’re such a big pervert that you could taste it, huh?” she asked with a laugh.

“Hey,” Gaming said with a faux frown. He tickled her sides and swung her around to be pinned onto the bed. “I’m not a pervert! I just know when you taste extra sweet.”

Charlotte wrapped her arms around Gaming’s neck and kissed his nose. “You say that, but tonight’s going to be our most perverted yet. Isn’t it?” she asked as she trailed her kisses down his neck.

Gaming sighed in bliss and tilted his head to the side for her to have more access to his neck. Her kisses turned into eager bites before she knew it. She dug her nails into the back of his neck and bit a little extra hard. At Gaming’s shuddery release of breath, she smiled against his skin and pulled back.

“Hold on, get up really quick. I want to set up the camera before I forget,” Charlotte said with a gentle caress of his shoulders.

Gaming nodded and slid off of her. He reached for the bag of food and hummed. First up was a small tray of potstickers. They’d get cold if he waited too long to get to them, and he wanted to enjoy both the food and Charlotte’s skin. He watched with hearts in his eyes as Charlotte set up the camera at the side of the bed. He’d been with her long enough to know her mind was zeroing in on the camera, the set-up, worrying about the best angles… With her brows furrowed and her cheeks still pink, Gaming thought she couldn’t look prettier.

Once Charlotte had settled on where the camera should be, Gaming stood and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her neck and grabbed her hands. For a moment, he considered stripping her where she was, but he wanted to watch back as much as he could. Gaming pulled Charlotte into frame and kissed her. His hands behind her back to untie the knot that kept her sleeves together. He then slid her sleeves off, grateful they were detached from her main dress.

Charlotte tossed her hat out of frame and leaned into his sweet kiss. She slid a few of her accessories off for him: the belt, her gloves, her extra camera. Charlotte kicked her boots off and pulled back from the kiss. She gently moved the accessories to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. In an instant, Gaming knelt before her and snapped her white garter off with his teeth. He took extra care to set her vision attached to it to the side.

Charlotte helped him remove the base of her clothing. Gaming’s hands slid along her skin in gentle reverence. He sighed and leaned down to trail kisses up and down her sides. With her finally nude, he could plant sweet kisses wherever he liked. This was one of his top 5 favorite things to do with her, pepper her in kisses. It wasn't about to stop just because they were here to have sex. It was never about fucking, it was about making love.

Charlotte ran her hands through Gaming’s hair and gave him a gentle tug. “You’re still dressed,” she said with a soft pout.

“It won’t be long, I promise,” he said in a soft whisper against her skin. Gaming kissed her inner thighs and reached over for the potstickers he’d pulled out. He handed one up to her to eat and took another for himself. Gaming dragged his tongue around the little dumpling before he traced it up and down her slit. 

Charlotte gasped at the feeling. It was a little strange, but not unpleasant. Plus, when coupled with the flavor on her tongue, it was nothing to complain about. She whimpered as Gaming toyed the potsticker against her clit. Charlotte made a small noise of confusion as Gaming pulled it away with a quickness. He held the dirty potsticker up to her lips for her to eat. His lips were chewed up as he watched her lips part around it.

“That’s it,” he whispered as he traced her lips with the snack before pushing it past her lips. “Archons, you look so good like that.”

Charlotte blushed a bright red as he fed her the dirtied potsticker. It didn’t taste bad, to her surprise. It confused her that the food he traced along her most private parts didn’t taste any worse. Shouldn’t it? But no, she just felt a thrilling, erotic shame in eating the food he handed to her.

Gaming was quick to grab the last three potstickers he’d bought. He wanted to move onto the other foods already. He laid two across her stomach before offering one to her again.

“Did you want another?” Gaming asked.

“Oh, yes, please,” Charlotte said with a nod.

Gaming handed her one to snack on as he planted kisses around where the potstickers laid. His hands came up to hold her stomach as he licked around the potstickers. Charlotte whined at the prolonged motions his tongue made: slow strokes across sensitive skin.

“Gaming,” she said with a pout.

He huffed against her stomach and made a light bite mark on her side. “Just a little more patience, I’ve got you.”

Gaming stopped the teasing for her anyway, never really able to deny her, and glanced back at the camera at the edge of the bed. He made eye contact with it as he leaned down to chew on one of the potstickers. His teeth tore the top of the little dumpling off and he tongued the veggies up into his mouth.

Charlotte threw her head back at the idea of watching this back and seeing that. The angle would be to die for. She let out a surprised squeal as Gaming slid two fingers in her as he finished up the first potsticker. Her legs spread wider for him and he grinned against her skin as he repeated the process with the last dumpling.

Gaming licked up any grease or leftover food to not leave Charlotte too dirty as he curled his fingers inside her. With a needy whine, Charlotte made grabby motions at him and prompted him closer.

“Yes?” he asked with a small smile, fingers still curled.

“Kiss me?” she asked.

Gaming laughed and gave her a long kiss. He kept his lips pressed to hers and scissored his fingers inside of her. She groaned against his lips and he took the chance to swirl their tongues together. Gaming wrapped his tongue around Charlotte’s and sucked. He loved the taste of her on his tongue more than any of the food he’d be trying on her tonight.

Gaming sat up and began to strip for Charlotte. He’d denied her request from earlier for too long. Her eyes racked over his body as he finally bared his chest to her. Yet when it seemed he wouldn’t be taking his pants off, she pouted again.

“Really?” she asked.

“I’ll take them off after this next one,” he said with a nod.

“I don’t imagine it’s very comfortable,” Charlotte said with a huff.

Confused, Gaming glanced down and let out a laugh. He was hard as all hell, surprised he hadn’t noticed the ache between his legs. Although, when he pays Charlotte all his attention, there’s nothing else in this world that could have even a drop of it. He palmed himself for a moment and groaned.

“I think you’re right,” Gaming said in a deeper voice than even he expected. “Fuck, I’m hard…”

With quick motions, he pulled his pants off and sighed at how much better just that was. He debated leaving his boxers on and chewed his lips. The thought of rutting against them as he kept toying with Charlotte was enticing. But ultimately, she’d pouted at him keeping his pants on earlier, so now the boxers had to go. Anything for those sweet eyes and plump, pouted lips.

Gaming tossed them off and used one hand to jerk himself slowly as he glanced at the two most enticing items left in the bag: a container of soup and a cucumber. The latter being Charlotte’s pick. He chuckled at it and pulled both out.

“You better not be laughing at the cucumber,” Charlotte said.

He glanced at her and kissed the tip of the vegetable. “I’m not, I’m not… it’s just cute that this was the first thing you thought of when I brought up food in bed,” he said.

“Everyone’s a little curious!” Charlotte said with a dark blush.

Gaming giggled at her and opened up the soup. He left the cucumber between her legs, prodded at her hole but not moving, for a moment. His fingers were quick to snatch up a wrapped up plastic spoon for the soup.

“That isn’t being used as lube, is it?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no. I know a lot of what we’re doing here isn’t the cleanest, but I worry about giving you some kind of infection if I put it inside like that,” Gaming said with a shake of his head. “I’ll pour it over you, it’s cooled down so it won’t be hot, and lick it up before it gets too low.”

Charlotte shivered at the image her mind created: Gaming holding her thighs open and licking spilled soup up around her clit. His tongue pushing flat above her hole to keep any soup from getting into her. She moaned at her own imagination and nodded.

“B-Before you do, can I ask you to zoom the camera in on me? I want to see your tongue moving,” Charlotte asked in a hushed whisper.

Gaming smirked but nodded regardless. He stood up and was careful not to nudge the camera in any way as he zoomed in on her pussy. He licked his lips and chuckled. “This is going to be so nice to watch back,” he said as he got back into position.

He grabbed her thighs and spread her wider for him. Gaming scooted back so he wouldn’t take up too much of the frame and leaned down to kiss her clit. He flicked his tongue against it and reveled in the whines it earned him. She was already so sensitive. He supposed he’d been ignoring her in favor of the food. He’d rectify that now.

Gaming buried his face between her thighs and gorged himself on her cunt. Charlotte gasped and buried her hands in his hair. She squealed as he tongued at her like she was the soup instead. Her patience had been fluctuating, sure, but she really wanted to try the food stuff out tonight. But the way he was eating her out, she wasn’t sure she’d last much longer.

“Gaming,” she said in a breathy stutter. “I’m close already.”

He nodded and just slurped at her more. The lewd sounds filled the room as he ate her out with vigor. Gaming didn’t plan on just one orgasm for the both of them tonight. No, he planned to be exhausted and spent by the end of the night.

“Gaming!” Charlotte squealed as her thighs tightened around his head. His eyes fluttered as she pulled at his hair. He groaned and sucked her clit hard to get her to burst all over his face. He closed his eyes as he slowed his tongue down to bring her back to center. When he sat up with her mess all over his chin and coating her slit, he licked his lips with a satisfied gleam in his eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” Gaming said in a slight pant. His hair was tousled and he looked just as much a mess as Charlotte did. His cock leaked pre-cum all over the sheets where it had been pressed against the bed. 

Charlotte whimpered and closed her legs for a moment as she caught her breath. In between pants, she asked, “I thought you still wanted to get the rest of the food out?”

“I do. I’m going to. Do you have the energy for it?” he asked as he reached for the soup. “We can break for tonight if--”

“Make a mess out of me already,” Charlotte said.

Gaming’s dick twitched so hard it made him groan. He tilted his head back and considered praying to the Archons above for blessing him with the woman before him. He nodded without another word and unwrapped the spoon. Gaming kept a steady hand as he scooped up some soup and spread her thighs open with one hand.

“Ah, but I’m sensitive,” Charlotte said.

“Do you wanna be made a mess of or not? You want a safe word tonight?” Gaming asked as he glanced up at her.

She bit her lip and couldn’t help but to try and squeeze her thighs together. Gaming placed a gentle slap on her inner thigh and she moaned. With a nod, she said in a breathy stutter, “Something simple like red for stop.”

“You got it. I’m not quitting until you beg for it or safeword,” he said with a curt nod. Gaming leaned between her legs and forced her thighs open. His fingers spread her sensitive folds open as he slowly dripped the soup down.

Charlotte shuddered at the sensation. It was a thick soup, so it felt odd. She gasped as she felt Gaming lick it up in a long, slow motion. The feeling of his tongue and the soup was so weird, so strange, so new… but again, she wasn’t complaining. Charlotte tipped her head back and whined at how sensitive her clit was and how odd this new feeling was.

Gaming, meanwhile, devoured her yet again as if he hadn’t gotten his fill. He poured another spoonful of soup over her clit. He spread her folds open as he lapped at the soup and Charlotte’s juices alike. Gaming groaned and moaned against her pussy as he let his tongue delve into her. God, he loved this woman.

“You’re so good to me,” he said against her folds. “Letting me do this… I love you.”

Before Charlotte could respond, he reached for the cucumber and a condom. She bit her lip as she watched him roll the condom over the long cucumber. Gaming whined as he watched her hole flutter around the vegetable. With a pleased hum, he pushed it in and reveled in her high-pitch whimper of a response.

“I wish it wasn’t unhygienic to use the soup in you. Fuck, I’d devour you. I want to so bad,” Gaming said as he poured some soup over her clit and ate her out as the vegetable fucked into her.

“Gaming, fuck,” Charlotte said with a whine. “That’d be so erotic…” She couldn’t lie, this was becoming very appealing to her. All she wanted was more, more, more. Everything he did to her, said to her, it made her all so desperate. Gaming’s slow thrusts of the cucumber only made her wetter. She wished it was him inside already, but this was so nice. She’d always wondered what it was like to use an eggplant, cucumber, or carrot to get off. And with the way he hit her g-spot with the vegetable, she didn’t regret this at all.

Her back arched and she fisted the sheets into her hands. She moaned with every good rub against her g-spot and well-timed flick of his tongue against her clit. Gaming was so damn good at this, holy shit.

Gaming groaned and pulled the cucumber out nice and slow. He gripped her thighs and spread her wide before yanking her towards him. His dick dripped pre-cum all over his own thighs and smeared against the sheets. Gaming’s hair stuck to his forehead and he stared down at her hole as he rubbed his tip against her.

He’d licked her clean of the soup and closed it without Charlotte noticing. All his attention was on his aching cock now. Gaming swallowed hard and asked, “Do you want me to throw a condom on tonight?”

“I took my pill,” Charlotte said. She chewed her lip. “I’ll leave it up to you.”

“Let me know if I’m too rough,” he said with a nod. Gaming thrust hard into her as soon as he got permission. His nails dug into her thighs and his eyes rolled back at the feeling of her warm cunt wrapped around his length. Archons above, he just loved this woman. His dick buried itself inside of her without hesitation.

Gaming pushed her legs back as he pounded into her. Both of their moans joined together in a sweet melody as he made love to her. It was so hard not to cum on the spot. He’d been so pent up this whole time. Toying with Charlotte was a beautiful thing he’d trade for nothing in this world. But damn did it make him hard. He leaked so much on the bed, he knew he’d have to clean these up before the inn workers saw the mess they were making.

Charlotte scraped her nails down his back and just like that it was over. He groaned loud and slammed into her with uneven thrusts. The friction and all of the night’s teasing sent her over the edge. Together, they came with loud whines and needy moans. It didn’t take Gaming long before his legs shook and he let go of Charlotte’s own. He collapsed onto her with a heavy pant and pressed their foreheads together.

“I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

With a tired giggle, Charlotte said, “I love you too.”