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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x Male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Blow job! Begging?! Pet names-puppy! (Pantalone)! Body worship! Rough sex! Possessive behavior! (Childe)! Degrading! Power bottom reader! (Scaramouche)! Edging! Sex toys! Clones?! (Dottore)! Rough sex! Marking! Sex coaching?! (Capitano)! Rough sex! Overstimulation! Implied multiple orgasms! Dilf! (Pierro)!

- fatui harbingers relationship headcanons

^Pantalone^

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You know i have to start with this man , he has me on chock-hold the moment he showed up on screen

Pantalone is a very busy man since he has alot of business deals to take care of , and he has to take care of the northland bank that is know to be the biggest bank in teyvat , so he barely have anytime to spend with you his own lover

That’s how it’s usually like with him , since he’s very busy most of the time to show you his affection he does it through material gifts

But when he does actually have some spare times for you he would definitely spend every minute of it with you , he would either spend it with you in his room or taking you out shopping

We all know that he the richest man in teyvat , quite literally and that just means that everything you ever desire shall be yours , if he can’t show you physical affection he will buy you stuff

want new clothes? Theres a cabin full of em ready for you , you wanna a place to stay? don’t worry tons of mansions are ready and set for you , new jewelry’s accessories he got it all to you

He’s literally a sugar daddy , a gentle and sweet sugar daddy , but it’s not always like this with him , if you ask him for things most of the time he will be happy to give them to you but if he’s feeling a bit tipsy or frustrated he will have you beg for them

Oh no would you look at that you just spent all the mora you had on you so you went straight to him asking for more , what you didn’t expect is him asking for a price back to give you the money you need

The last thing you expected is to have pantalone’s cock stuffing your mouth , slurping noises come out every time you moved your mouth

You looked up at him with puppy eyes hopping it would somehow change his mind on this but he simply gave you a smile as he pat and ruffled at your hair

“Come on now i know my good puppy can do it”

You whimpered around his cock when you realized your begging won’t work on him , and now your only solution is to please him so slowly but surely you started bobbing your head taking a bit more with every push

You easily gag at his cock but you continue to suck at it like and obedient little puppy , whining and moaning like a good slut would do waiting patiently for him to paint your throat white with his cum

^Tartaglia^

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The second one has to be our favorite ginger

He may not be as rich as pantalone but he can definitely give you everything you want , even if he somehow doesn’t have the money for them as long as you want them then whatever you want is gonna be right at your hands

And unlike the busy Pantalone childe has alot of free time on his hands , and you better believe he’s gonna sped every second of it with you , He just want you to be happy , to see that beautiful smile that gorgeous laugh , he just want to please you his precious boyfriend

He likes it when you make those adorable noises when he’s fucking you , the cute moans you scream out when he’s balls deep inside you , the faces you make when he fills you to the brim with his cum

And he would be so proud know that he’s the only one who can see and make you like this , know that you belong to him only

You felt like you body was getting completely destroyed , with every rough thrust from childe as he had you in mating press

You legs spreading wide open as childe seated between them , his hips moved violently against your own his cock stretching you more than you ever thought you could take

“Does it feel good getting fucked with this cock that you love so much”

He continued to rearrange your insides with his big cock all the while observing every little expression you make , all the loud screams and moans just encouraging him to move even faster

And all you could do is cry about how good it feels to be fucked by him , how well his cock rams into your prostate , hitting it straight on with every thrust it just feels soo good

^Scaramouche^

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This man is a degenerate motherfucker , how did you even managed to get together with someone like him

He’s a very hot headed person who can easily be frustrated weather your his lover or random fatui agent , he would get angry at the most random things he just wants a reason to scream

amongst all the harbingers he’s the hardest one to deal with , especially when he has one of those tantrums that he throws around when things don’t go his ways

But you somehow always managed to calm him down , maybe not in public but if your alone in his office and he starts yelling you know the exact way to shut him up

Just push him to the ground and stuff his cock in your hole and no more words will come out of him , all you would hear is his pathetic little whines saying how much he thinks your bad while showing the most lewd faces

“Yo-you fuckin- ugh.. whore , don’t even-know how to-hyuaah”

Despite his degrading words towards you , despite his attempts on trying to deny how good it feels he still couldn’t act well , no matter how much he says he hate it he just keeps moaning loudly like a slut

He couldn’t stop squirming around as his cock was being buried deep inside your hole , he laid still as you rod him so well hoping up and down on his cock , you hole being stretched on his cock

No matter how many time he tells you to stop moving you keep on going knowing damn well that if he really hated it you would be dead right where you sit

slowly his yells would die down , completely lost in the pleasure that is your warm hole around his cock , and without noticing his hips would thrust up in rhythm with you , and in no time he would start cumming inside you none stop

No matter what he says your truly the only one who can get him to be like this

^Dottorr^

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Now aren’t you just an interesting boy , to make even someone like this man to feel things that he shouldn’t be able to feel , and it just started his curiosity

The more time he spend with you the more curious he gets , it came to the point where he’s obsessed to know everything about you , the moment he laid eyes on you was the moment of no return

Dottore is a doctor who lives off of his researches , whats he’s most know about are actually his researches , and when you two got together it gave him an opportunity to actually make his own research on you

And that exactly what he did , he tested your body and mind with everything he had

Tying you up and edging you for hours on end just to see how long can you last before begging for him , fingering you to see how many times you can cum before you become empty

He even invented some special toys with the help of sandrone , and just who’s the perfect person to test them out-you his dear lover

But but but isn’t that alot of work for one person , not to mention how busy dottore actually is but thankfully he has his little clones to help him out test the new products

One , two , three dottore’s surrounded you every one of them being a different version of him , same look different age and two of them is holding a different toy , or thats what dottore called it

You were being played with like a toy , as two of them were doing *tests* on you while the third and most recent dottore was taking notes , asY our hands were tied up by a rope hanging from the ceiling making you stand still without being able to move

A toy with taking the shape of a dick was wrecking you hole so roughly by one of them , and it just happened to be a vibrating one isn’t that just great , and another vibrating toy was being pressed onto your cock

And all you could do is squirm around , your legs was shaking badly and your body couldn’t stop trembling , but that was just the beginning the night is still long and dottore still has a ton of toys to try

“Look at your holding on so well , do not worry the fun won’t be ending anytime soon”

^Capitano^

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Capitano is a very hopeless man on the romantic side , how did you get him to love you is still a mystery to others

Affection is a very hard thing for him to show , not that he is shy or anything he just don’t know how to or what that is to be honest , but thats why your there to teach him

At first you’ll teach him the simple things starting with dates , “a date is where you go out with your lover” is what you said and big boy capitano took that too personally and took you outside the fatui Headquarter in the freezing cold and just stood there , and he even had the audacity to call that a date

And thats when you learned that if you wanna teach him something you need to be as specific as you can , and thankfully your words work as he took you to an actual restaurant the next time

He loves you he really do he just don’t know how to love you you know , but little by little he learned and thats when you started teaching how to really love you

Teaching him the ways to get to you , the things that gets you hard , the ways you like to be touched , the spots that gets you over the moon when their hit , and in no time he knows your body more than you do

“Is this good , does it feel good when i ram this spot”

He asked you like he always do as he fucks into you roughly , you threw your head back crying about how good it feels , praising him telling him how good he’s doing

You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him up which resulted in more rough pounding from capitano , it just makes you cry out even more

His naked back full of scratches left by you , he even commented how your like a little mad kitty which completely took you by surprise by the way , but it made you comment on how capitano himself is like a dog since your body was completely covered with bite marks

And he took that personally , which made him start pounding you so roughly you felt like your hole would get ripped apart , never make a snarky comment while having sex with capitano , another lesson learned

^Pierro^

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This man is a total dilf and you can’t convince me other wise , even if he doesn’t have kids just by his appearance alone gives off huge dilf vibes

He’s literally rumored to be a survivor of Khanria’h which means he’s over the 500 already , you better believe he had relationships during his life which automatically make him the most knowledgeable harbinger between his colleagues

He knows how to take care of someone , even if he is busy he’ll always make enough time for his lover , he would always take you to unforgettable dates and even more unforgettable nights

He know exactly how to work your body , the places that feels good he knows them all , he’s truly the best at pleasuring you

Oh how quite was he compared to your loud shameless cries , but you can’t help it it just feels too damn good , the way his hips snapped against your own how slow but deep they are

The hands you had on the mattress couldn’t hold on anymore as you fell face first onto the bed with your ass still on air , he will have you cumming multiple times from only him pounding your tight hole before he himself cum

It well take long for him to cum when he does you’d be to overstimulated to even speak , oh boy if you think your done after he came once you are so damn wrong

“It must’ve been hard to hold on that long , think you can go for a bit more”

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blitzyn · 1 year

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unintended effect

dottore x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: Meeting a new stranger at your shrine didn't go as well as you had expected it to.

cw -> non-con, blood and spit as lube, anal sex, public sex, sadist dottore, kitsune reader, crying, tail pulling, face slapping, non-con drug use, choking, yall get caught but dottore doesnt care lol, brief ear pulling, not proofread

wc -> 3.6k

a/n -> i need him so bad omg. anyways super sorry if its shit. spoilers for the end of the aranara quest!

"It's not often I get new visitors."

Dottore instinctively peered up to face the voice, spotting a figure cloaked within the shadows the night offered. He could faintly see the way they curled atop the statue he stood in front of.

"I'm not visiting." He spoke with unhidden confidence.

"So what brings you here, then?" They questioned. Truth be told, finding the shrine was an accident. Although he read about them, he was far too busy with Scaramouche's ascension to "godhood". But he'd amuse you for a while longer.

“I’m simply taking a stroll,” he answered, placing his hands behind his back.

“It is quite the night for a walk, isn’t it?” He could faintly see something swish within the air. "Our village is well known for its night."

That was strange. He would have thought it would be a tourist hotspot for the sunset or sunrise - not the night. There wasn't anything noteworthy that he could see.

"Not here, of course." He could hear the amusement in your voice when you saw him slightly tilt his head in confusion. "I haven’t done anything praiseworthy yet.”

He quietly watched as you jumped down the statue, finally able to see your features. He was a bit surprised to see that you were not a human and had fox attributes. Your five tails swayed behind you, so he was able to surmise that you were around five-hundred years old. He heard about kitsunes before, though the only one currently well-known was the Head Shrine Maiden: Yae Miko in Inazuma.

He must admit, your species mildly fascinated him for a time, although the interest very quickly died out throughout his time in the Akademiya. Now that one was standing before him, that interest may have been rekindled.

"I am the guardian of the village," you spoke, ever graceful in your movements. Though, he did wonder what exactly what you were guarding against. As far as he knew, his agents informed him of the famed Traveler who adventured with the Aranara and defeated something called the “Marana Avatar '' which was the source of all Withering Zones. The only formidable enemies he saw on his journey here were the Fungi that mindlessly hopped around.

“It’s not the most interesting thing in the world, I admit,” you turned around to collect the offerings gathered within the foot of the shrine. “Not much to protect.”

You quietly laughed to yourself. “My mother would have my head if she ever heard me say that.”

“How so?” he questioned, watching as you organized a few things.

“She passed away during the Cataclysm. This village was her pride and found joy in defending it. I was but a kit at the time, so she was mostly on her own while she fought.” You sighed, though you didn’t appear the least bit upset.

It wasn’t a very thrilling tale, but he was able to surmise that you thought so, too.

“Do you enjoy guarding the village against rogue mushrooms?” The way he spoke almost made it seem as if he were genuinely asking, but the small, condescending smile that adorned his face told you that he was teasing your profession.

You laughed. “Oh, Gods’ no. I would very much rather be somewhere else right now.”

“Then why haven’t you left? I don’t see any benefits in staying,” he said. “I’m confident your villagers will be able to defend themselves if the Fungi wander around.”

“The only thing keeping me anchored here are the children that offer me some of their candy every so often,” you explained, motioning to the small basket in your hands. “They look up to me.”

“They want to become avid Fungi hunters when they’re older?” He was beginning to enjoy speaking with you, even if there wasn’t much to talk about. Maybe it’s natural Kitsune charm?

You barked out yet another laugh. “I don’t see why, either. But, hey, free candy.”

Dottore uncovered an opportunity in your words. Various reports submitted to him reveal that children were far more likely to see the Aranara if they stumbled upon a dangerous situation. To ordinary humans, the Fungi posed a threat even to adults (as pathetic as that was), so if he managed to persuade you into leaving, one of the children could maybe encounter one of the fairies. But he was not opposed to taking you away by force, either. He would not let this chance slip by him - not after the majority of his agents stationed in Sumeru failed their mission.

“But other than that, what’s really stopping you?” Pride? A sense of responsibility? “It seems you’re not needed here.”

“Harsh.” You knew he was just saying it as it was. “Realistically? Mora. Ideally? The children.”

He hummed. “I am capable of providing you with sufficient housing and a generous amount of money.”

Your ears visibly perked up at his proposal. “But I do ask that you work for me in return.”

You looked off to the side, seemingly in thought before you looked back at him. “I’m no mercenary.”

“Maybe not, but don’t you crave a change of pace? To finally bask in what the rest of the world has to offer?” You were seriously tempted to accept his suggestion, but the chains of doubt wrapped around your wrists and pulled you back down to reality. You didn’t know if he was lying or not. While you were able to defend yourself just fine if anything were to go wrong, you preferred the safer option of just not letting it happen.

You shook your head in response. “That would be amazing, but I’ll have to decline your offer.”

He was confused. You complain, but you decide to stay? Where was the logic behind your words? Were you tied down by your mother’s legacy, perhaps? Maybe there was something else besides the weak reasons you so confidently spoke of.

A chill ran down your spine as he studied you. You were unable to see the majority of his face with his mask covering the top half of it, but it doesn’t take a genius to tell that he was unhappy with your answer.

While he wasn’t satisfied, he wasn’t left at a loss, either.

“Very well, then,” he said after a time. You smiled at his understanding, before turning on your heels to begin your trek towards the village. He watched your back for a moment before he felt his fingers slightly twitch. He managed to come up with a plan as soon as you declined; inject you with a type of drug that would make you pass out and tie you up in one of his laboratories. Simple, but effective.

He walked in your direction as his hand reached into one of his pockets to grab a syringe already full of the drug. He discreetly uncapped it before lunging towards you to tug your head forward and force the needle into the back of your neck. It was done before you could be given time to really process what just happened, but the sharp sting kept you grounded. You looked back in surprise and pressed onto the injection site in reflex while backing away from the man.

“What did you do?” Your voice was weak in shock, a pit of fear beginning to form within your chest. You heard the rustling of his clothes steadily grow louder, but you simply chalked it up as him on his way back to wherever he came from. He amusedly observed your ears flattening alongside the back of your head and how two of your tails wrapped around your legs while the others curled in a way that reminded him of a fearfully submissive dog.

“I gave you a dose of a simple knock-out drug,” he explained, leisurely striding closer to you. “It was originally for one of those forest fairies, if I ever got the chance to find one. They’re quite difficult to come across so I do hope using it on you is worth my time.”

He hummed and looked away in thought. He had heard they were relatively easy to befriend as long as you helped them out a little, so he hoped one didn’t show up right at this moment. Once he transported you to a well-hidden spot, he could create another drug and use it on a fairy. But he was slightly taken aback when he realized that you were still standing. It should’ve affected you by now.

It clearly had some type of effect on you, judging by the flushed look on your face. You were panting and your legs were trembling, it was a fight in and of itself just trying to keep yourself from falling over. There was a raging inferno within your body, and you felt like you were overheating. An arousing sensation arose in your abdomen. You quickly realized that this was no knock-out drug. At least not to you.

Dottore curiously moved so that he was face-to-face with you. He looked at the syringe in his hand to reconfirm the content that was once in it. He knew there was nothing wrong with it (after all, what use would having an aphrodisiac be?), so it was interesting to see the difference compared to his expected result and the current outcome. Your hands futilely tried to tug down your shirt now that he could see everything clearly since he was so close up, but you accidentally pressed them onto your aching cock, forcing a moan from your lips.

“Hm. This wasn’t what I expected.” He placed a hand on his chin as he began to circle you, inspecting your body. You were the one with the features of a predator, although you certainly felt like prey under his watchful gaze. You continued to display fear, as shown by your ears and tucked tails even though you so desperately tried to hide the lust that effortlessly overpowered your senses. He enjoyed seeing you this way.

He suddenly kicked your knees out from under you, forcing you to kneel as a pained expression briefly overcame your face. You had to hold back a groan when his hand found its way into your hair, fingers tightly curling around the strands to tug you around. He made you look up at him as he dug the sole of his foot onto your sensitive dick. You choked on a moan and ground your nails into his leg, weakly trying to pull him off of you.

“Aren’t you a pathetic little thing?” He pushed his foot harder, relishing in the noises you tried hard to keep from releasing. Shame squeezed your chest, making it difficult to breathe. But your mind was caught in a messy haze of arousal, confusion, anger, and fear. Each of their components only coerced you further into a stupified state, and you soon took the appearance of a babbling slut. You were fleetingly aware of the mortification when you began rutting your hips into the hard surface of his boot – just like the mutt in heat you were – but you’d be lying greatly if you said it didn’t feel relieving.

Your desperation only served to arouse Dottore as he felt his cock harden in his pants. He smiled, memorizing how quickly you were reduced into nothing but teary-eyed and stupid. Lightly palming himself, he thought of all the time he had left to spare. He might as well use some of it now.

You stifled a sob when he removed his foot, grunting when he kicked you onto your back. You were a bit disoriented due to the sudden change in positions, but as the fresh air of the night caressed the burning skin of your legs, an alarm rang through your head. It took you a moment to realize what he was about to do. Out of reflex, you attempted to sit up to try and stop him before he harshly pushed you back down from your chest.

“Fighting it will only make it worse,” he said, lining his cockhead against your asshole after spitting on it. “Relax, will you?”

“Wha–No…No..!”

You raised one of your feet in a last ditch effort to kick him away, but he simply held onto the underside of your knee and hiked it up on his shoulder. You squirmed futilely as he did the same to the other one, keeping you in place with a mating press. Now that he was finally towering over you, he used most of his body weight to force his cock deep into your hole.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the pure agony that came with it. With his hands occupied with pinning your arms down, he had the audacity to place his lips over yours to silence your scream. You struggled to free yourself from his grasp, though the tense of your body made you tighten around him. He let out a satisfied, shuddering sigh.

It felt like he tore you apart, a burning sensation that originated from your hole reverberated throughout your body, pulsing in rhythmic waves. You hiccuped pathetically as he pulled off of you, taking away some of the strain in your legs. He noticed that the slide out was smoother than he expected, peering down to where the two of you connected. His cock throbbed fervently when he noticed that it was coated in your blood.

You bit your lip hard when he leisurely thrusted back into you. Tears rolled off of the sides of your face as you turned away from him.

A sensation akin to electricity traveled up and down his spine. “Oh, don’t cry yet. We’ve only just begun.”

He finally began his pace, irritating whatever he tore, and using you however he liked. The pain was dizzying. He refused to allow you a moment of respite as he wallowed within your agonized whimpers and grunts, thrusting hard enough to fuck the air out of your lungs. Your lower half was on fire from the tearing, the muscle strain, and the sting when his pelvis slammed against your ass. You didn’t know if you were going to be able to walk after this.

You were terrified to feel the familiar feeling of lust pooling in your gut, mixing in with the burn in your asshole. Though the drug was still hard at work, amplifying your arousal far more than you would’ve liked. Your cock weeped precum, to which Dottore gathered on his fingertips after releasing one of your numb arms.

“Look at how much you want this.” His hand was shaky on account of his relentless thrusts, but despite that, you were given a clear view of your shame. “Perhaps you were made to be my whore instead, hm?”

He groaned. “Instead of staying here for something so… ngh – insignificant. You’ll be much better off as my cum-dumpster ready to serve me at a minute’s notice. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

You shook your head, sobbing slurred ‘no’s’ and pleading for something, anything, just not that. He almost couldn’t believe how intensely he’s getting off to such a sight, and he decided, at that moment, that you were going to be his new pet. His good little dog.

He suddenly leaned backwards a bit, avoiding the sloppy attack you made.

Though, he was going to have to train you first.

You were aiming for his neck, so it’s only fair he gets to return the favor, right?

Your eyes widened when you felt his hand wrap around your throat, holding you so tightly your head began to ring almost instantly. You felt like you were going to pass out. You could feel your eyes roll back under your eyelids as drool escaped the corners of your mouth. Everything began to sound muffled when you were suddenly forced back into reality.

Agony shot through your face as your head was abruptly tossed to the side. He had slapped you. Fresh tears cascaded down your cheeks, trying hard to process everything that you were feeling. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure… which was it?

You unknowingly shivered when Dottore pulled out of you, but you knew better than to assume he was finished with you. He flipped you onto your stomach, a small smirk present when you didn’t put up a fight. You were far too disoriented to do so. A wince crossed your face when the cold concrete floor touched your cock, although you made no move to adjust yourself.

He placed you on your hands and knees, manipulating your body so easily you could’ve been mistaken for a fuck doll. He pushed the tip of his dick inside your throbbing hole before separating your tails in half, taking three in one hand and two in the other. Your fur may have been thick, but it was nothing a (very) tight squeeze couldn’t handle. Once he found his grip, he yanked you backward as he thrusted forward, a loud slap echoing throughout the forest. The tip of his cock pressed against your prostate, and you couldn’t help but let out your loudest moan of the night.

His pace was as punishing as before, fucking you hard enough to make your ass burn. You tried your hardest to quiet your moans with a bite of your lip and a cover of your hand, but not even that was enough to silence your noises. The ache in your tails prompted you to fuck yourself back on his cock. He let out a small grin, though he decided against commenting on it when he noticed something moving in his peripheral.

It was only a moment later when your ears shot up and swiveled in the figure’s direction, eyes widening when you saw who it was. “G-Go… ah – go home..!”

“Oh, don’t make them leave now, they’ve only just arrived.” You barely registered the firm hand on your thigh. “Let’s give them a show.”

Your back was suddenly pressed up against his chest as the thigh he was holding was held up high enough for the person to see. The new angle allowed him to target your prostate with more accuracy, fanning the uncontrollable flame in your abdomen. You shook your head – to Dottore or the person, not even you were sure of. You weakly held onto his wrist when he reached around your body to jerk you off, digging your nails into his glove.

You tried your hardest to stop yourself from orgasming, you really did, but it persisted twice as intense until you were no longer able to hold it. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as cum spurt out of your cock, back arching against him. You could’ve sworn you blacked out for a second. You tightened even further around him as he finally stilled, feeling uncomfortably warm as he came inside you with a deep groan. He held your thigh so tightly you were sure you’d have bruises.

You looked back over to the spot the person was at, but was relieved to know that they no longer stood there. The leg keeping you up burned in exhaustion from holding nearly all of your weight. You trembled due to your overwhelming emotions; shame, arousal, fear, anger, confusion, exhaustion.

You stared ahead, unmoving as he pulled out of you. You rested on your folded legs, head throbbing painfully. You winced when he yanked you to him by your hair, keeping you on your knees as you faced his softening cock.

“Good pets know to clean up their messes,” he said, relaxing his grip on you, but refusing to move his hand elsewhere. You swallowed nervously before reluctantly holding onto the base to place him in your mouth. “Though, bite me, and I’ll do more than just simply tearing out your teeth.”

You nodded. He smiled to himself. Good, he was getting somewhere with you.

An urge to hide away formed in your mind, but you willed it away with the fact that he wasn’t going to let you go. Not unless some miracle saved you. You ran your tongue over his cock, licking away the remnants of his cum and your blood. The salty, metallic taste raised goosebumps all over your body, and you had to stop yourself from throwing up.

Though, just as you got to the head, he suddenly grabbed you by the ears and pulled. You choked and gagged, completely caught off guard. He kept you there, watching amusedly as you drooled and sputtered over his dick. It wasn’t until he could feel your grip on his legs weakening did he allow you to push yourself off of him, coughing hard.

He composed himself while you had your fit, crossing his arms expectantly when you finally caught your breath.

“Hurry and fix your clothes. We’ll head towards the area I’m temporarily staying at where you’ll wait until the ship to Snezhnaya arrives.” You wiped your teary eyes and put the bottom half of your clothes back on. Your legs trembled as you got up, only able to take a few weak steps forward before you fell to your knees.

He sighed and swiftly made his way over to you, grabbing you by the arm to carry you bridle style. Everything hurt now that the entire ordeal was over (at the moment), and you watched with saddened eyes as the statue gradually shrunk the farther away you went. You blinked hard. You didn’t want to fall asleep in his arms, but the feeling was far too strong for you to resist. With a heavy heart, you closed your eyes and let your slumber take you.

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮The Doctor's Assistant⎮

⏤ Characters: Dottore⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Dottore, top/dom Male reader, fingering, getting caught, implied obsessive behaviour, jealousy, size kink, tongue fucking

⏤ 4.400 words

You were one of the last recruits of the Fatui. You haven't been here for long and unfortunately, you were accepted in for your strength and knowledge about weapons, so you knew nothing about the Fatui itself. When your superior proposed you to work for someone since you were new, you were confused, none of those names that he was giving were familiars.

You said one of the numerous names you remembered, uncaring of the outcome when you pronounced the name 'Dottore', your superior's face lost all his colours. With shaky hands, he wrote down your application before leaving in a hurry, mumbling something about 'living a great life'.

You learned later on that he was the 'Doctor' that famous Harbingers for being a monster and killing anyone that would even just dare breathe next to him. This famous doctor who had no to little regard for human life.

Everyone was already considering you as a dead man, they were sure that you would not be here anymore the following week. He had no reason to keep you alive after all, and his temper was as bad if not worst than the Balladeer, there was no way you would not make a mistake that would cost you your life. The day you left to meet him, everyone bid you goodbye, most did not even try to learn your name, knowing it was over for you.

And like they all thought, you made a mistake. But one thing saved your life, your knowledge about Ruin Guards and history. Theses were the only things that helped you staying alive. It happened the first day, while he was working on one of his experiments, you noticed how he misplaced a piece as he was rebuilding a machine. When you tried to tell him, it was your mistake, the interruption made him lose his temper, as he turned to you suddenly, he took away your left eye. You fell to the floor at the sudden pain, holding your face as you look up with difficulty when he ordered you to talk.

“Now, talk. You dare interrupt me, so finish your sentence at least…

Before I kill you.”

It was your end, you knew it, there was no way you could escape this fate. So with angry eyes, you look up at him, ready to spat on his face.

“My apologies, your highness. You misplaced this.

But since you're so smart, you know it's supposed to be on the left shoulder, right?”

Silence took over the room, the tension sending shivers down your spine, but you refuse to look away. His red eyes almost glowed as he glared at you, the pressure making your legs shake as you knew you had already done it. He looks at his experiment, moving the piece you talked about and suddenly, the machine lit up as it seems like it was the last thing that needed to be changed. When Dottore turned back to you, you closed your eyes, ready to accept your death.

But the pain never came, as you thought he was going to torture you instead of giving you a simple death. A hand was placed onto your cheeks, his thumb stroking your jaw gently.

“Tell me more.”

Your knowledge was the only reason why you were still alive. It took you some months to earn his respect, but finally, after some time you became his assistant. He has never been a nice person to begin with, and even less sympathetic to work with, but you made it work. You asked yourself why he kept you alive, and the answer was simple: you had the brain, and it was a good enough reason for him to keep you around. He was not nice nor bad with you, he was just doing his thing.

He got used to your presence rapidly, as you were around him most of the time; he was always working for hours, slouching over his desk as he spent more time on any fragile part of the new experiment. He could sense you in the background, preparing what he needed without waiting for him to ask for it, you were so used to him and his antics that you could almost predict everything he would say or do.

Dottore tolerated you, you were still only someone useful to him, but you were still treated better than any other subordinates. You were well-behaved, not talking without a valid reason, and would ask for permission before doing anything particular. He would always say to the other Harbingers that you were annoying, but any time someone would suggest to him another assistant and to get rid of you, he would refuse immediately before leaving.

He could admit that his workplace has never been this clean and easy to work in before. And slowly, he started to be nicer, you weren't expecting much from the start, but he grew comfortable enough to sometimes ask you your opinion, and let you have a day off once a week.

It was as if you always knew what he was thinking, before he could ask for someone to drink, it was already placed beside him. He needed something? It was already on the metal table. He wanted a report, it was written on his desk with every annotation he required. A material was missing, you were already out buying it. After some time, he decided to make you move into the room next to his workplace, so you were never too far away.

At first, you never had the time to meet the other Fatui, they all thought you were dead when you did not show up after a week. In reality, the work hours with Dottore were hellish, and you had little to no time to do anything, so your day was just: waking up, going to work, finishing all the tasks of the day, going back to your room and sleep. Your disappearance became a mystery, since Dottore himself was not going out too much, neither of you were seen.

But at one meeting, which Dottore was forced to come to, Pierro's order, he entered the room with you following just behind. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, the three Harbingers present has, themselves, never saw you once. And your appearance was quite surprising, but not in a bad way. Childe could not help but send a wink your way when you looked at him accidentally, which earned him a glare from La Signora and Scaramouche.

Except for your person that was quite attractive, what surprised them the most was your position, as an assistant, for the Fatui, you were a nobody. But you were here, walking as if you were a high-ranked member. They had never seen someone standing so close to him without dying, the only exception being the other Harbingers… and yourself, now. Quickly, the rumour spread and you became someone respected among most, some other rumours were circulating about how you managed to stay alive, but they were all quickly shut down anonymously. Among the Fatui, you were untouchable, rarely seen outside and if you were, it was along one of the craziest men.

Most of your new subordinates respected you and your life was quite peaceful. But this peace was sometimes disturbed by Dottore, anytime he would have a random excess of rage about a recent failed experiment. If you remember good, it was after the fifth time that he stopped injuring you in the process. It was not like it was calming him down to hurt you anyway, since you got used to the pain, and after some time, you stopped reacting as it became something typical. You would just stay in your spot, unmovingly, waiting for the rage to vanish.

It took you another set of months to meet the rest of the Harbingers since you had no reason to see them in the first place. You had the occasion when Dottore send you to deliver a report to Pierro, surprisingly, he trusted you enough for this. On your way, the other nine Harbingers were getting out of the meeting room. As you bow immediately, hiding your face to not get into trouble, you hear someone stop in front of you. You never raise your head, even as a hand was placed on top of your head. The calm voice of the 11th Harbingers reaches your ears.

“Hm… Isn't that… Dottore's assistant?

My My, what a pleasure to meet you again.

Such a great surprise. Is that my birthday gift?”

As he urged you to stand up, you hesitate, unsure if it was a trap to give you a punishment. Thankfully it was not, as he just wanted to talk to you. Actually, he was the one doing the talking since, after months of working with Dottore, talking was not something you were used to anymore. And as you replied, your raspy voice send a shiver down everyone's spine.

You're taken aback when Childe throws his arm around your shoulders casually, or as casually as he could, since you were taller than him, and it forced him to stand on his tiptoes. La Signora was snickering behind him as the Balladeer was looking at you up and down. Childe suddenly asked you if the next day was your day off, making you suspicious, since he had no reason to know this. Even if it was, you weren't really trusting him. In the end, he still invited you to spend some time with him, which you were forced to accept or else you would get killed. Behind your back, Childe was showing a victorious face to Scaramouche, giving him the occasion to talk to you without Dottore in the way.

The next day, Dottore was working as always, in complete silence, since you weren't here, there was no sound of you rummaging through something behind his back. At first, like any of your day off, he was enjoying the silence, but as minutes and hours passed, he grew tenser as if something was missing. Usually, even if you were free to go, you would at least pass by once, just to make sure everything was all right. But today, he never saw you or heard of you, leaving a strange feeling consuming his mind. He left his workshop in the middle of the night, frustrated to an infinite extent as you never showed up like he expected you to. He even brought your favourite drink, which he threw in the bin as he left, angry.

He heard loud voices in the corridor, familiar annoying ones as he recognized immediately who it was, Childe and Scaramouche. He hated them, actually, he hated everything and everyone, but these two particularly, with how insufferable they were. As he passed by them, Childe greeted him with a big sincere smile, his behaviour took him by surprise, even Scaramouche has a gentler smirk than usual. He stopped dead in his tracks out of shock but turned around suddenly when he heard your name get out of Childe's mouth. The sentence that he pronounced made him grit his teeth.

“See I told you that you were going to have fun today.

Isn't he great? And this face and body~ ”

Everything became clear in his mind, you did not show up because you were out with the Balladeer. Who in their right mind would go out with that thing? Suddenly, he noticed how he was not really liked by his subordinates either and took back his words. But still, why would you see him, it made no sense, you never had the occasion to speak with him or Childe anyway. With a frown, he heads to his room, talking to himself, promising that you will never have a day off again. He would not allow it.

And that's how, the next day, when you entered the room, Dottore was standing in front of you angrily. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and an annoyed look on his face, he did not even start work on his new experiment yet, which was surprising.

“So… The Balladeer, uh?”

Your blood ran cold, how long has it been since the last time he frightened you that much? You try to remember any rules related to having no contact with the other Fatui or Harbingers, but nothing came to your mind. Your hands started to shake, knowing it was over for you, you had made your second mistake. As he took a step forward, hand raised, you close your eyes, waiting for the final blow. But it never came, a hand was placed on your torso as Dottore pushed you, making you fall back on the chair behind you. Your mind spiralling, trying to understand what he was going to do, torture perhaps?

One of his hands found its place on your shoulder as the other was resting on your thigh. Before you could process what was happening, he sat down on you, legs on each side of yours as he looked still quite angry. He grips your jaw tightly as he spat each words with so much venom.

“Whose assistant are you?”

“Your assistant, sir.”

“Then why were you with this fucking brat?”

The silence was loud, your mouth opening and closing uselessly as you didn't know how to respond. Dottore had the urge to slice your throat open, but at the same time, he knew it would be a shame to lose someone like you. The Balladeer was the one who needed to get taught a lesson, as he needed to understand that he should not take what was not his. But for now, he had to make sure you understood your mistake. You have been so perfect until now, he gave you everything, but you still left to go out with someone else. With his twisted mind, he was not able to notice how bad his logic was, as he is just your boss, nothing more, but he could not accept it.

He listens as you apologize, but the confusion was still noticeable in your voice as if you did not know what you did wrong. How could you not understand? It was as if he was going to let someone else enter his workplace as you weren't there, it was inconceivable. He had no rights to do so and neither did you have the rights to be close with any other Harbingers. He did not care about the other subordinates, he could just kill them if they were becoming annoying.

You were lost in your thoughts when he grabbed your jaw again, dipping his fingers into your mouth suddenly, forcing your tongue to loll out. He leans forward, sucking on your tongue as he starts to grind onto you, your body reacting on its own as you get hard. What you did not knew, was that he had no experience, and he was already on the edge. But how could you notice it when he was moving like that on top of you. Each roll of his hips was hypnotic, and you could feel yourself drool at the thought of him sitting on your face. You needed to keep your mind in check before it becomes uncontrollable.

You lick your lips, throat drying up as his movements speed up, hips jerking forward as he grew more and more sensitive. He needed more, but his body was already out of stamina. He feels your grip on his hips tighten as your rut against him, an animalist look in your eyes as you lost control of yourself. After all, you spend the last year following him everywhere he went, without a break, never having enough time to be alone and tend to your urges. So what does happen when finally someone offers themselves to you? You go crazy.

Dottore feels tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, he felt his body heat up, a powerful warmth coursing through his body as he was captivated by your blissful face. It seemed like you saw Celestia, you looked at him as if he was your god, finally offering you a sweet release. He gasps as you become rougher, his insides clenching around nothing, he felt too sensitive and wanted to take a break. But as he was going to lift himself up a bit, you forced him down by his hips, you grab his hands, moving them to your neck. You lifted your own hips, rutting your crotch against his clothed ass.

He could feel your length, your breath itching as you bite down on his shoulder, drool covering his shirt as your body is quivering. Your eyes were closed as your body falls lax against the chair, your head rolling back as the sweet feeling takes over your senses. The man on top of you was taken aback, was it that good for you to almost pass out? He starts to think about how you could make him feel that good too, and his thoughts send him overboard.

For the first time in his life, Dottore was not seeing you just as a smart assistant, there was something else. As something clicked in his head, the way you would talk to him, when you would take care of his needs, and the way you move. Nothing about you was innocent or sweet, it was screaming intimidating and lustful, but he never noticed until now. His eyes were going from your parted lips to your blissed-out eyes, before going down to look at your pants. He never saw you in this light, as an attractive man that could, if he wanted to, have anyone kneel in front of him. But no. This man was his assistant, staying in his workplace all day, not caring about anything else than his well-being and experiments.

He leaned forward, licking your lips before kissing you, a strange taste now lingering in his mouth, but he could not recognize it. The way your lips were pressing against his, was making him blush crazily, he wanted to make you feel the same way as he was. He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his pants and yours, your dicks sprang out as his mouth waters at the sight. He could not help but feel embarrassed at the length difference, not only his was shorter but also thinner. But he was sure that he was in the norm, so why were you so big?

As he tries his best to wrap his hand around both shafts, his cheeks heat up at the laugh coming from you, and you look amused as his small hand could not do much. It could barely wrap around your cock only, and this guy was trying to hold both at the same time. You let go of his hip, placing your hand on top of his, holding both your length with one hand, as you start to move it up and down slowly. Teasingly, you look at the doctor straight in the eyes, seeing how he was panting, fighting the urge to cum.

His eyes widened as he just realized that he was in the middle of his lab, perched on your lap as your hand was jerking him off. Anybody could enter the room, most Harbingers doing so without knocking, at any moment they could see you. But as he was going to tell you to stop, your thumb started to play with his tip, forcing him to hold onto your shoulders for dear life as he was losing his mind. Your hand was so warm around him, and the way your cocks were rubbing together was driving him crazy. Slowly, you move your face to his neck, licking the side before biting down, hard. The pain sends tingles to his arms and brain.

The doctor was practically choking on his words, lightly thrusting his hips while letting out loud moans, fucking into your hand. Your thumb playing with his tip, gliding slowly as it lit his nerves on fire, pleasure overwhelming. He was sobbing against you, drooling all over your shirt, so embarrassed at the wet noises filling the room as your hand was almost drenched in his precum. He was crumbling slowly, and you used this opportunity to tease him, stopping all movements of your hand as you lean back, removing your hand from his length. He chased after you, he was so close, and he needed your touch. Your kisses on his jaw paired with some bites distracted him for a second, before you play with the tip of his cock one last time, making him cum instantly.

You watch with hungry eyes as he keeps cumming all over you, body shaking as he can't stop, cock twitching uselessly.

Before he could process what was happening, he was laying on his back, the cold metallic table sticking against his damp and hot skin. As you kneel in between his legs, he wraps them around your head tightly as your tongue slid deeper into his ass. He was so sensitive he could cum over and over again, the feeling of being eaten out made his mind go crazy. Your strong hands holding his thighs apart, head squished in the middle as you lap and suck at his hole, your nails digging into his sensitive flesh.

As he grinds against your tongue, head rolled back as he cries out, unable to keep his noises in, he could feel the knot snap against. He spilt all over his stomach, some drops falling onto your face and hair. As you gently lap at the cum oozing out of his tip, the sound of a door opening is covered by his loud whimpers. The two Harbingers freezing at the view in front of them, Childe and Scaramouche were flustered to no end, seeing you in this position as you make Dottore loses his mind. They leave immediately, but the image could not leave their heads. As they stand in the corridor, still processing what they saw, they look at each other, cheeks red and body temperature rising up as they head to their room, hiding the front of their tight pants with their sweaty hands.

You wanted to fuck him so hard, but his blissed-out face as he was almost passed out on the metallic table told you it was enough for today. He was pathetic, but he was still your boss, and so you decide to please him one last time as you watch his cock hardening again. Dottore whined when he heard some wet sounds, he raises his head, legs instinctively closing as he saw you wet your fingers, your eyes meeting. If you could not use your cock, you could at least help him a little, so he would be able to correctly jerk off to the memory later. You brought one finger to his hole, followed immediately by another one, the foreign feeling heightened his sensitivity, each drag of your fingers into his body send him closer to the edge.

He moaned raspily, throat dry after crying and whimpering for so long. He could see his legs quivering as he cries, tears falling freely from his eyes, the stimulation making him discover something new. When your fingers hit a particular spot, you can't help but smirk, the third finger being added quickly as you slammed them against his prostate. He cried, hips grinding down as he forced two fingers into his mouth, silencing himself. You stretch him more, thrusting your fingers in and out. And before you knew it, he was screaming, cumming untouched as he empty himself over your face, mumbling your name as he gives you the most fucked out smile ever.

His fuzzy mind was not able to comprehend whatever was happening around you, but you were able to. And when the door opened, a single person entered the room too lost in their thoughts to notice the scene in front of them. Pantalone froze on the spot as he raised his head, Dottore laying on his work table as you're kneeling in between his legs, face covered in his cum as you lick your lips. He watches as the doctor's head lolls to the side, too out of it to see who he was looking at, a dumb smile spreading across his face. As he was going to turn around to leave the room, thinking you did not notice him, he sees you licking your lips with a satisfied face when you looked at him, straight in the eyes. You give him a big smile before sticking your tongue out, the black-haired male blushing violently as the door slam behind him.

Dottore barely understands that someone saw him like that, embarrassment hardly reaching his brain, as he grabs a tissue to clean your face. He was weak in the knees, his body too tired to move correctly as he stands up, motioning for you to help him. With shaky legs, he falls onto the chair, panting. He tugs your face closer to his by your hair, kissing you softly, moaning as the gentle feeling eases his aching heart.

As you were going to leave the room, still hard but glad you gave your boss a good time, he surprised you by kneeling in front of you. Jerking you off quickly before letting you cum in his awaiting mouth. Immediately, he tucks you back into your underwear as he buttons your pants. He stands up, leaning against the wall for support as he grabs your jaw to kiss you one last time, acting as if he was not blushing like crazy.

Dismissing you for the day, satisfied with what happened, convinced that you were not going to see anyone else. You do as he asks, just taking the time to squeeze his ass before doing so, just to annoy him. You doubt your life was in danger anymore anyway, after what just happened. When you got out, Pantalone was still there, back leaning against the wall as he looks at you up and down. He makes a strange sign before leaving, hips almost swaying as he walks, as you stand there half-confused at what he meant. While somewhere else, Childe and Scaramouche were separately jerking off to what they saw, imagining themselves instead of Dottore. It's true that you were his assistant, but it did not mean that you could not give a helping hand to the other Harbingers too, right?

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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pulpbeing · 7 months

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whenever i go to church, if im not asleep i always thinkin bout fuckin my fav on the altar (this case, dottie,,)

excuse me if this seems too. you know.. sacrilege ,, (i dont know if you actually like god or forced to like big daddy up in the sky) feel free to ignore my ramblings im a crazed man

yk,, thinkin bout maybe you're a priest. n you end up with a sinner of a lover.. he gotta repent, right? just bending him over the altar, making him wet the bible with his drool and tears.. poundin into him so hard and relentlessly but your words are sooo sweet and just praises, makes him so dizzy cuz you're tuggin on his hair harshly as ya make him read the bible,, tellin him good for tryin to read even tho his babblin and his eyes are blurry from cryin,, makin him bite onto a rosary as u cum inside of him, but never stoppin until you think he's repented for his sins despite him being so fucked out and cumming so many times he can't think anymore,,, only how good your cock feels inside of him 😰😰

of course can't forget about the confession booth. favorite place to think about doing it. making him touch himself on the other side as you tell him what to do, and allll the nasty stuff u want to do to him and he's whining for you because he can't possibly finish without you :( then stuffing his mouth full of your cock, telling him to be quiet as you let others in for confessions... n he's tryiing so hard to stay quiet but ohh he just loves how you grip on his hair so harshly and bury his face down to your crotch till he could barely breathe.. choking till theres tears in his eyes and he's gripping on your thighs until your skin bruises... n when they leave, you fuck his throat and express disappointment that he's not keeping shut, but you forgive him and that you believe that he can do better! and ofc he would,, so he tries and tries again at every person that enters the booth.. not getting a taste of your release bc he keeps failing,, n he wants to sob cuz fuck he wants your cum down his throat so bad.. but its worth it, you're always very generous when u reward him when he finally does it right 💞💞

basically sweet priest that has effectively broke his mind,, makin a man like dottore worship you like a god n would get on his knees for you without any questions... thinkin mindbreaking him with really sweet praises that he now can't live without em,,,

i was raised christian, specifically pentecostal and missionary, so i don’t have much experience at all with catholic practices beyond media i’ve consumed o7 and dw. i don’t believe in the man upstairs. sacrilege is my middle name with how much gay sex shit i be thinking in a church. if he hasn’t struck me down yet, doubt he exists as i’ve been told lolol. not like i’d want my church’s version of a hypocritical god.

n e ways

if he can’t even accept your god-fearing, pure love, you doubt he can accept god into his heart for sure. he’s too greedy, always begging for more of you, of your semen, more of you folding him in half and bending him over so roughly you leave bruises on him for days. watch how he shivers in sinful delight when you tut in disappointment into his ear, calling him a “worthless whore destined to an eternity of damnation” and a “greedy, filthy sinner.” the wood of the altar is only saved by the nun’s habit you have him wear, the modest dress flipped up and held from behind to expose his greedy hole, ring of frothy white around it that exposed just how sinful he’s willing to be if he’ll defile such a place with his filthy, dirty words and sins. but… it’s better if he only sins with you, and since your god is merciful, you just have to forgive him, make him repent and beg forgiveness from the lord as you pump him full yet again, force his head back by grabbing his dyed hair and make him look at the ceiling, to the heavens above as he screams your name. looks like you have to have him repent again.

like any pastor, one must guide their sheep through all, especially when they misbehave— especially ones like dottore, who at the moment, doesn’t even deserve to have you properly continue with his guidance with how sloppy and loud he is, sinful mouth drooling and slobbering with every bob of his head, so, in his punishment, you keep him from his reward. of course, you still have a job to do, still have others to guide, so while he pouts with his lips still attached to your sex, you attend to follower after follower, your merciful god granting them all forgiveness as you do with your pitiful dottore. like all lambs, he’ll eventually learn to listen completely lest they be led astray and be devoured by the wolves— so he takes your gift, his throat bulging with how you fill him like the holy spirit does to a true believer. he takes it all as he should, eyes fluttering to a close as he basks in your forgiveness and mercy.

ah, it seems as though he sees you as his god now.

#top male reader #top reader #dom male reader #dom reader #idfk i’m tired #genshin smut #genshin dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x male reader #bottom dottore #tw sacrilege #cw sacrilege

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Aja- Dottore?!

Dottore disguises himself as your boyfriend

Bottom!FTM Dottore x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

CW: Dub-Con, Cheating, Oral, Daddy Kink

Words: 680

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"Ajax..?" You wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes and look down, a head of pretty ginger locks bobbing up and down your length. "G'morning babe...thought you had a mission."

Ajax blushes deeply, something you think is unusual but you brush it off.

"Mmh...how long have you- shit- been doing this? 'M already gonna–"

Ajax brings his head all the way down, swallowing your spend with a crazed look on his face. He pulls away and covers his mouth, preventing you from seeing his insanely wide smile.

Already naked, he crawls on top of you and sinks down onto your length.

"So early in the morning and you're already this eager, did you have a good dream?" You run your hands along his body, causing him to moan and shiver. "You seem more sensitive too."

"Ahn~ daddy~" He starts to lose his composure from your touch.

You tilt your head, smiling. "Daddy?"

He bites his lip, your amused voice making him squirm.

"I didn't know you wanted to call me that." You flip him onto his back. "You're so cute."

He clenches around you. "Fuc- fuck me~ please~!"

"You're so whiny Aj-" You pause, noticing a strand of blue hair in the midst of Ajax's ginger hair. "Um, did you dye your hair?"

He grabs your cheeks and moves your head to look at him. "Fuck me.."

You pry his mouth open. "My what sharp teeth you have, Ajax." You chuckle. "All the better to bite me with, hm?"

His disguise falls apart completely. "(Name) please..."

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked." You grab his waist and turn him onto his stomach.

Dottore's eyes widen, a large grin on his face.

Digging your nails into his waist, you start fucking him roughly. "Shit- you might be even better than Ajax-"

Dottore's mind quickly turns fuzzy, between the compliment, the marks soon to appear on his waist, and more importantly the feeling of your length inside him and fucking him so hard is enough to make him feel like passing out.

"Gods you're tight- it's like fucking a virgin–" You groan and spank him. "Is this one of your body modifications? Did ya make your pussy all tight and perfect for me, Zandik?"

Just hearing that makes him have an orgasm. Electricity runs through his veins as he squirts over your length, walls continuously spasming around your cock.

"Fuck." You bite your lip, your tone expressing your clear arousal. "Not even Ajax squirts.."

Dottore grins, a strong blush on his cheeks. "Am I be- better~?"

"At this rate, I'm better off dumping him." You chuckle. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I would be all yours, princess."

He shivers. "Ye- yes~!"

You lift his hips up and drill into him deeper, your cock hitting every spot that makes him go insane. He buries his face in the pillow, feeling like he's on cloud 9.

"I don't know if I'll be able to pull out—" You groan, feeling close. "You feel too fucking good, Zandik-"

"Insi- inside~!" He nods rapidly, about to come again.

You bury your head in his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood as the two of you come simultaneously. Dottore desperately milks your cock for more, euphoria flooding through his body from being creampied by you.

You reluctantly pull out, watching in awe as your cum flows out of him with his cunt tightening around nothing. You get up off the bed and check the time on your phone, noticing a missed message from Ajax.

You open the text.

"We should break up."

You scoff. "I never expected him to be the type to break up over text. Oh well." You shrug and place your phone back on the side table.

"I'll start a bath." You ruffle Dottore's hair and leave for the bathroom.

He turns onto his back and plugs his cunt with his fingers, not wanting to lose any more of your cum.

A wide grin grows on his face, kidnapping the 11th was worth all the trouble.

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vixsstxff · 1 year

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Pls bless us with some sub dottore content

Yesh, I've really been putting this off haven't I 😨 Anyways, SAY YES TO THE DRESS? SAY YES TO THE SLUT 🗣🗣🗣

Sub Dottore x Male reader

Cw: Raw fucking, rough sex, punishment, slapping, cock stepping, gagging, choking, degrading, begging, edging, ass grabbing, Masochist dottore, public-ish sex, dottore is a brat, reader is abit of a bitch

Dottore was being even more of an asshole today, he treated you like a total idiot! Every warning you gave him he shrugged off without a care in the word. Oh how he'll regret that....

"Y/n, you're finally here. Could yo-" he bearly got to finish his sentence before you pulled him away from his work. "Hey, wha-' 'Shut it" You cut him off again. 'Rude', he thought to himself.

You shove Dottore into a closed off room and slam the door behind you. Dottore stumbles, almost falling. "Hey what the-" He stops mid sentence, seeing the pure rage in your eyes. "What did I do?" He questioned innocently. "Oh you KNOW what you did, Dottore." You snapped.

You push Dottore to the floor. "Owch you've wounded me, I- AH!♡" You dig your heel into Dottore's dick, making him moan, loud. Too loud for your liking. You look around the room looking for anything to use as a gag to make him shut up.

You find a piece of cloth on a shelf and tie it around Dottores mouth. Drool starts to soak the cloth already.

"You're such a slut aren't you Dottore?" You put more pressure on his dick making him moan through the cloth. "You're a stupid. Little. Whore. Who only wants to be filled to the brim with my cum huh? Am I right Dottore?" With every word you uttered, the more you you drove your boot into Dottore cock. The feeling of pain and arousal make him quiver and shake.

He nods aggressively while whimpering for mercy. You show him some mercy and take your boot off his dick and kneel infront of him.

"Huh, already going to cum? You really are a slut" You said while grinning like a maniac. He let's out a muffled whine.

You take off the cloth and almost immediately Dottore starts begging. "Please... Please fuck me y/n... I need it, please.." Drool slips past his lips as he begs for you dick.

You lay him on his back, then take off his clothes making him whimper at the cool air hitting his now sensitive body. You pull your pants down to your mid thigh and shove Dottore's legs to his chest.

"Don't you scream, alright?" You say, confusing Dottore. You put your tip on Dottore's rim and grab his thighs grounding yourself. "Wait- Aren't you going to... Use lube?" Dottore says worried. You simply smile at him and shove your whole length in him in one go.

"aAAHH!!♡♡" Dottore moans, almost screaming like a girl.

You bearly give Dottore a minute to adjust to you size before you start ravaging his insides. "Archons! You're so tight- Ha- It's like I'm fucking a virgin!" Dottore just moans and rolls his eyes to the back of his head. He can bearly think anymore. He could only think about your dick drilling into his tight hole. The thought makes him tighten up even more, to the point where you thought your dick was gonna snap off.

"Archons, you're gonna break my dick Dottore! Relax would you!?" Dottore only moans. "Hey! Are you listening?" You say, placing a hand on Dottore's neck and squeezing both sizes. Dottore gasps for air, unable to breathe properly.

He feels like he's gonna faint... He didn't even cum yet... Cum?... Wai- "ARCHONS-♡ AUGH, PLEASE!! CUMMING, PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!♡♡♡♡ I- AH♡! PLEASE!" Dottore grips your wrist while begging for his realise.

You grin, knowing that you'd be the only person who could ever make the 2nd fatui harbinger beg and moan like this.

Dottore shakes violently as he cums, not caring if you said he couldn't. He paints his stomach and some of his chest white. You didn't spare him a second to come down from his high and continued thrusting into his hole more roughly, chasing your release.

Tears start falling freely down Dottore's face as he weakly grabs your hand that's still wrapped around his neck.

"Who said you could cum yet?" Dottore was too fucked out to understand what you told him. "Hey! Are you listening!?" You stop thrusting and take your hand off Dottore's neck and slap him across the face trying to snap him back into reality.

Dottore moans after you slap him across the face

You grab his jaw and make him look at you. "Hey slut, speak when you're spoken to alright?" Dottore nods vigorously.

His eyes crossed when you started fucking him roughly again, he squirmed in your grasp, trying to run from the overwhelming pleasure you were giving him.

You wished you had a kamera because he looked so wonderful with his fucked out face.

"Ha.. I thought you were smart than this 'Doctor'. Still can't even answer my question can you?" You tell him while grinning. Dottore gives no response, his brain have being turned into mush.

You smile at his weakened state, proud of yourself for making the almighty Fatui Harbinger cry and squirm for your dick.

"More.. Ah!.... More!! I... Augh- Need it!" Dottore spoke before muttering 'more' to himself. He arches his back while begging for more, rather uncharacteristic for a man like him.

An idea pops inside your head, making you grin like a madman. You thrust into Dottore, but weakly that he gets almost no stimulation to get him to cum.

"Augh... Why did you stop..." Is all Dottore could force out of his dry throat. "You're smart aren't you? The smartest man in Snezhaya, am I right? Then you should be able to figure out exactly why I stopped, right?" You say with a sinister smile plastered on his face.

Dottore groans. You stop all his thoughts by making a ticking sound with your mouth. Dottore whimpers, and tries begging physically rather than verbally. You tsk, what an idiot. How many times will he do that before he realises that you won't give in to him from just facial expression.

Dottore takes a deep shakey breath before speaking. "Could you... please.. "Please what?" You chime in. "Please..." Dottore grumbles "fuck me..." Dottore whispered. "Who?" He rolls his eyes. "... Y/n...." You give him a disappointed look. "Just move already! I can't do this anymore! Move you damn imbeci- OH~!"

You start thrusting rough, fast, deep. Dottore is rocking back and forth from power you put into your thrusts, he swears his ass would be bruised by the end of everything. Archons and he'd have a huge limp when he walks.

All his remaining thoughts disappear when you grab his tass, he cums almost immediately when you squeeze them. "Woah! I didn't expect you cum so fast from me just grabbing your ass.. Hm, how about I preform an experiment? Hm, sound good huh?" You grab his hips and use them as leverage to thrust harder. Dottore throws his head back and tries to squirm away from the stimulation.

You reach for his ass squeezed it. Your other hand stays on his hip giving you leverage to keep thrusting. Dottore arches his back and you hit his prostate over, and over, and over, and over again.

"plEASE-!? OUGHH!" Dottore moans while arching his chest into your hand. The pleasure felt overwhelming for Dottore, but he couldn't bring himself to use his safe word.

His vision goes white as his climax hits him like a truck, you cum soon after him.

You stay inside him for a few seconds to catch your breath. Seems dottore already passed out from exhaustion, leaving you with a large mess to clean.

"I can do it later" you think to yourself while laying down next to him.

#sub dottore #bottom dottore #male reader #x male reader #sub genshin #top male reader

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esthxio · 1 year

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Someone please make a yandere dottore x male reader right now, he's my fixation and I can't find anymore good ones that I haven't read ☹️

PLEASE, I AM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭

Eden's already making one fo me🥰❤

BUT FR, I'M BEGGING

Tags: @jkloserdazai @vyloy @secretivemessenger

#yours truly: alatus♡#alatus's special guest:♡#male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #bottom male reader #m!reader #sub male reader #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #genshin dottore #dottore x male y/n #dottore x male reader #dottore x male yn

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s0m3b4rryth1ccfics · 1 year

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Wander what IL Dottore will do to you~

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kisakis-boyfriend · 6 months

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Hello! curious question, do you plan on continuing the "wet dream in your lap" series? because I'd love to see something with sub Dottore, although, I'll take anything, so ^_^

Wet Dream In Your Lap pt. 3 - Genshin Impact

Pairings: Dottore, Childe x reader (separately)

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom characters, somnophilia, clothed humping/grinding, choking (Childe), handjobs, characters are called by their real names (Zandik, Ajax)

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

Author's Note: I did plan on continuing this a while ago, I couldn't think of which characters to include next though... Hope you enjoy this, anon!

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

Oftentimes you serve as a personal assistant to the second harbinger, handing him whichever tools that he calls out, cleaning up said tools and wiping down the laboratory tables, taking notes during his countless experiments. Whatever he needed, you would be there to lend a hand or two

But you were also his partner and oftentimes you had to remind Dottore that he needed to rest. How is he ever going to take accurate notes from his projects if he's delirious?

Despite your partner's many begrudging protests, the soft snoring that emanated from his position in your lap proved that this sleep was much needed. Pointy teeth peeked through Dottore's lips while his head rested on your shoulder, facing towards you with his arms snaked around your neck. Your own arms were wrapped around the doctor's waist comfortably, holding him close while he slept

Half an hour passed by before Dottore's snoring gradually faded into another sound. You had begun to drift off as well when the noise pulled you back to the waking world. It was hard to tell what exactly this new noise was, but eventually it became clear. It was a whine. Your partner was whining— and beginning to grind against you in your lap

The doctor's hips rolled against yours as a lewd — and rather loud — moan escaped from his lips, leaving you to blush and squirm underneath him, well aware that if this continued on you would get hard and slowly give in to your desires...

“Ah...y/n...y-yes, harder...” Dottore mumbled against your neck, calling out for you in his dreams, no doubt. Does this mean that his dream involved...you? Specifically, did it involve you fucking him? Your answers soon became clear when the doctor's hands unconsciously tangled in the hair near the nape of your neck, thrusting his hips more vigorously than before as he chased some feeling that the 'you' in his dreams caused

It was impossible to ignore the aching, wet feeling in between your legs now. With every sharp thrust against your lap, your dick grew harder and leaked more precum into your underwear. And clearly, your partner had the same issue; tilting your head down a bit, you noticed the growing wet spot on his pants as well. Dottore's own cock had been leaking the whole time, spilling into his underwear as they became stained with his sleepy lust

Carefully, you slid one arm in between your bodies and undid his belt buckle, slipping your hand down the front of his pants and stroking over the wet fabric. The action elicited a gutteral moan from Dottore, who began bucking his hips immediately. His sleepy mind could barely process the new sense of pleasure being administered to his stiff cock, humping your hand like a desperate puppy as you teased him

Letting one of your own needy moans slip out, you maneuvered your hand again and pushed it fully into Dottore's underwear, grabbing his drooling dick and stroking the shaft. “Yes...yes...gods yes...mmm y/n...” Came the doctor's wanton cries as you jerked him off languidly, hissing once your thumb found his slit and teased at the hole. His hips greedily chased your hand, fucking into your tight fist as more whorish sounds were breathed against your neck

“Mmm...good boy, Zandik. Such a cute whore even in your sleep.” You said, clutching the back of his shirt with your other hand. Groaning at how good his dick felt in your hand; slick and veiny and incredibly sensitive underneath your touch

Dottore's hips stuttered before stiffening while his cum painted the front of your shirt, squirting on his shirt a bit too. He always came so much, a little quirk that you found attractive and often used to tease him whenever you milked load after load out of him

After your partner settled down a little you began to squirm again. Even though he came minutes ago, he hasn't stopped humping you yet. Dottore's dick was semi-hard within your hand and making the hottest noises as he continued to fuck up into your cum-coated fist...but you hadn't cum once and it was starting to hurt...your baby's hot breath fanned against your neck with every moan and cry of your name and it was driving you fucking crazy

Surely the doctor wouldn't mind if you let go of his cock long enough to slip yours inside? He would probably love it if you used his sticky cum as lube to finger his hole before you pushed your own thick shaft inside and bounced him on your cock...

It was no secret that the eleventh harbinger, Tartaglia, had boundless stamina. It's one of the reasons why most fatuus would sweat and stammer an excuse whenever the young man asked for a sparring match. That and his terrifying strength, that is...

You were one of the few people that could keep up with that stamina, somewhat... Today just so happened to be one of those days where your match lasted long enough to wear Childe out to the point of exhaustion. Swiftly falling asleep in your lap after you suggested a rest. His eyes fluttering shut as his head laid back onto your shoulder

The comfortable silence that fell over the secluded area that you had fought in was nice after such a fierce fight. Childe's steady breathing nearly lulled you into a lovely nap as well— until a breathy moan came out of him, anyways

Quirking a brow at the unexpected noise, you stared at Childe's face as it scrunched up, opening his mouth to moan again but this time bucking his hips into the air. It was obvious what was happening; your partner was having a wet dream. Calling out your name as his hands unconsciously searched for yours, grasping at them until you helped lace your fingers together. Childe turned his head to the side, now breathing against your neck and arching his back. “Unf...y/n pleeeassee...more, harder...aah– ”

The harbinger's slutty moans caused your dick to twitch, stiffening under him as his hips wiggled and humped the air with more frequency. His hands squeezed yours tighter as he bit back a groan, thrusting upwards one more time and then stilling. A dark wet spot made itself visible in the middle of his pants; he had cum. Your partner just creamed his pants in your lap

You were forced to bite back some sound of your own at the realization, involuntarily thrusting your own hips as you searched for any friction. Childe's lewd scene had you too worked up to ignore it, so you decided to fix the problem that he has created

Trying to go slow and not wake him up, you discarded your partner's pants and boots, leaving him naked from the waist down. You freed your cock from its constraints, growling as the wet head rubbed against your underwear on the way out. The way your member nestled in between Childe's soft cheeks sent a shudder through your body— swallowing dryly, you rubbed against his hole for a minute, teasing both of you before you pushed inside

It was tight... deliciously so. The head of your dick barely fit inside, but you pushed in harder until it popped in. The stretch was what woke the harbinger up, gasping as his eyes snapped open. The burn was immediately noticeable before Childe even figured out what was happening or remembered where he was. “Ah-aah! Ouch...what is– Hey...c-comrade?” He whined, gazing up at you with those beautiful, confused eyes

“Shh, you already came...now it's my turn–” You groaned as your cock pushed farther inside, dragging along your partner's impossibly tight walls. You snaked one hand up and wrapped it around his throat, squeezing tightly and said, “You were...fuck...were grinding on me...felt really good, hah- Mmm take that fucking cock, Ajax—!! ”

He had no choice (not that he would've chosen anything other than this) except taking your fat cock as you thrust up into him, bouncing him in your lap while your heavy panting filled his ears. Childe's hands are laid over yours, digging in harshly as he accepts his situation. Whimpering like a slut while you abuse his hole repeatedly. Not that the harbinger wasn't enjoying this, of course. The dumb smile on his face was proof that he was grateful for this outcome

Tartaglia's naughty dream earned him the kind of fast-paced, desperate fucking that he always begs for. In return, his hole clenched around your dick and he let every last moan and cry fall out of his whore mouth

“Yes, yes, yes...fu-uuuck!! Yesyesyesyesyes—!! ” Childe blurted out, moving his hands down to grab your thighs, using them as leverage to bounce himself and take more of your cock. You responded by choking him even harder, growling right into his ear while your dick pressed on his prostate, which caused your partner's eyes to cross

“Gonna cum, baby? Go on, cum for me. Slut. ” You teased, squeezing the base of Childe's dick before jerking him off. The way his voice goes up an octave and his moans become broken and pathetic signals his incoming release, begging as if his life was on the line while your cock drills his pretty ass

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseyeahyeahyeahyeaaaaaahhhh—!! Fuuuuck yeeeaaahh—!! ” The harbinger cried, sinking down on your dick as it filled him completely, his own cock spraying another round of cum onto the ground as you milked him fucking dry

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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hiiie · 1 year

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❝𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏~!❞

• a/n | new blog, first post guys pls show some support >_<

• summary | where the genshin males mark you up from head to toe

• characters | dottore alhaitham childe x fem reader

• warnings | hickeys, fingering, biting, thigh riding, creampie, degrading

MINORS DNI !!

【𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄】

You were splayed on his work table, presented to dottore like a mere toy, the harbinger was fixed on your neck, leaving dark purplish bruises, his bites were harsh much like his behaviour

His broad shoulders easily tower over you, making you feel frail and small, you can’t do anything else but obey his orders or face his cruel punishments

He shifts your body into any position he wants, making you lay on his lap, ass up face down, you can’t help but feel ashamed

His hand hovered over your ass again making several harsh slaps

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“What a slut, you liked it didn’t you” he flashed a toothy grin towards you “Disgusting”

Needless to say, you ended up limping out of his office, cum dribbling down your legs from your sore cunt, purple bruises on your neck and a big red handprint on your ass.

【𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌】

Big bad al haitham whose mean and ignores your protest and cries, his fingers relentlessly going in and out of your already leaky cunny

It doesn’t matter if his hands are already sore, he wants to see more faces and sounds you’d make when he makes you cum

“H-Haitham~ more please…”

Sloshing sounds of your pussy being played echoed through your shared bathroom, along with your whines, you can’t help but feel shy

His mouth doesn’t go to rest either, it’s glued to your neck, parting his mouth then sucking on it, his grey hair tickling against your cheek

“Hmm you’re so cute”

His fingers stopped while he leaned back causing you to pout, admiring your fucked out face, he almost couldn’t hold back the urge to fuck you right there right now and make you his cumdump

【𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄】

You knew childe could easily manhandle you into any position he wants, but today he wanted you to be ‘in charge’

You were naked from bottom half and he was fully clothed, it was embarrassing really, watching you desperately trying to get off from his thighs

He laid back with his hands behind his head while his eyes wonder pervertedly over your body, you could tell he’s enjoying your little show for him with how awfully evident his cock was straining against his pants

“Is something wrong cutie?” he tilted his head to the side, teasing you

Upon seeing no reply, he latched his mouth to your neck, making several big purple bruises on it before licking them with his tongue and making a mess

He was just so mean towards his property :(

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thegnomelord · 1 year

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"Oh! A new visitor! Why do come in."

Hi there, I'm Gnome, he/him, 20yo, and I write stuff, mostly smut. Currently a med student. A proud monsterfucker and european.

"These are all for sale, you're free to browse."

Top male reader, Top GN reader, Sub Male reader, Sub GN reader, NSFW, SFW, CoD MW, Genshin Inpact.

"Oh no no no, I'm a reputable hoarder, I'm not touching that."

Fem Reader, Bottom reader, Scat, Incest, Underage. Minors and Fetishizers DNI

"The neighbors? Yeah, they're a reputable bunch, be sure to visit if you're ever in the area."

@miguel-owhora - Miguel, @lieutnt - Elijah, @rodolfoparras - Alec, @agoofyannoyancetolaw - Coyote, @bonesnmore - Bone, @clumsydragon - Mhairi, @gazmialmagemela - Embry, @ccreekside - Creek, @pastelclovds, @kingambrosius - Ambrosius.

"Ah, that. You needn't worry, that's just the fish tank. They don't bite... much."

🦈anon, 👑anon, ☕anon, 🪼anon, 🐙anon, 🐡anon, 🦐anon, 🪸anon, 🦦anon, 🦭anon, 🐺anon, 🐋anon, 🐈‍⬛anon, 🪣anon, 🚗anon🦊😺anon, 😈anon, 👾anon, 🦓anon, 🐆anon, 🦠anon, 🪒anon, 📻anon, 🦇anon, 🦀anon,

"Now then, have you chosen what to buy?"

Masterlist:

Genshin Impact

Beastly Urges

bottom Pantalone X monster top reader

Devotion in Steel

Headcannon how Zhongli, Childe and Dottore would worship a cyberpunk sagau god reader.

Pious Worship

Ask for Dom bottom childe x sub top Cyberpunk SAGAU reader.

COD: MWII

500 Follower special prompt game

Soap has a musk kink

What it says on the tin.

Got Your Tongue

Ghost gives a blowjob for the first time.

Price Does Shibari

No sex just teasing, what it says on the tin.

Missing You

Phone sex with Soap.

A Little Bit of Heaven

FTM Gaz and MReader go on Vacation.

Lending a Hand

You/Soap/Gaz monster Au, Soap goes into rut and heat.

Mages and Monsters

Ask/first idea about mage reader and Bluegiragi monster 141 au.

Patience Is a Virtue

Price comes up with a creative way to punish you, sub top reader. Monster AU.

Hell Has a Basemen Floor (Welcome Home)

Long fic with mage reader and poly TF141 strap in lads

Good Dog

Long fic, you're Makarov's Hound, future poly 141

Tags:

Centerpieces of the Hoard — long fics/headcannonst

Trinkets of the Hoard — short thirsts or ideas I might turn into long fics. The trinkets won't be added to the masterlist.

Gnome's tea break — just ramblings and thoughts

Honorable mentions of the Hoard — recommendations and reblogs

Gnome's prompt game — 500 follower prompt game

Gnome correspondence — answering asks.

#masterlist #trinkets from the hoard #centerpieces of the Hoard #gnome's tea break #honorable mentions of the hoard #gnome's prompt game #gnome correspondence

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secretivemessenger · 1 year

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Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x top male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Heavy fingering! Nipple play! Squirting! (Pantalone)! Riding! Pet names! Belly bulge! (Tartaglia)! Humiliation! Facefucking! Brat taming! (Scaramouche)! Lab sex! Rough sex! (Dottore)! missionary! Back scratching! Biting! (Capitano)! Manhandling! Soft to rough! (Pierro)!

Note: i know i said i won’t be writing long shit for a while since i had some lack of motivation- BUT, I suddenly got the urge to write this. So yeah 😀. Currently 4am so don’t mind if there is any mistakes

Pantalone

Pantalone adores you a bit too much, he just loves you lots and is willing to give you anything you could ever want.

If you just simply want to ravish his pretty body then he’s all yours, or you just want to buy yourself a little treat then he’s more than willing to give you as much mora as you wish for.

One of the biggest and obvious benefits of being his lover is the things he gives you. He always likes to shower you with his gifts, it can be count as his love language.

And it specifically make him extremely happy when he see’s you wear something he gave to you. it’s insanely adorable how his eyes shone once when you wore the dark blue sweater he gave you.

Just as much as he likes to give you his little gifts, he also enjoys it when you do things for him. Like having you fill him up till he’s a sobbing mess, or just simply pampering and praising him while gently stroking at his hair.

Pantalone can also be very demanding. He is a very straight forward man after all. If he wants something he will not hesitate to get it. So if he wants you to just fuck him dumb right on top of his office then you’ll have to do it. Not like you’re complaining about it anyways.

His back was pressed down against his own desk, pantalone was bare naked for you while you still had your clothes on. The squelching sound of your fingers fucking inside his wet hole mixed perfectly with his sweet moans.

“Nghh…ahh please no more” pantalone let out a helpless cry. But instead of stopping you only moved your fingers faster. “Do you really wish for me to stop? Just say so and I’ll stop” you said with a smile looking directly at his eyes.

Biting his lips he gave it a thought before spatting with an adorable whine “please, give me more”. Giving him exactly what he wanted. You added a third finger and started fucking it in and out of him at a hight pace. His body couldn’t stop squirming around, back arched beautifully for you. He looked so mesmerising in such position.

Leaning down you gave his pecs a little kiss earning you a surprised gasp. Taking it as a sign you took his nipple inside your warm mouth, sucking at it harshly while twirling your tongue around it. Biting it every now and then. All that while still fingering him open.

His body was already an overstimulated mess, he himself was surprised he hasn’t come yet. But once you pulled out you fingers and replaced it with your cock, he couldn’t stop himself from squirting all over himself. He screamed your name loudly as it just kept coming out.

He looked quite fucked up even tho you just put it in. You wonder how would he last when you start fucking him silly with your cock.

Tartaglia

Childe is the definition of the so called puppy boy. Probably because of his little habit of following you around like a little lost pup.

You don’t mind it, actually it’s the quite opposite, you find it extremely adorable the way he stalks behind you everywhere you go.

He wishes for nothing other than your satisfaction. He’s willing to do anything you want and give you everything you need without asking for a thing in return.

If he were to take anything from you it would be the little praises when he does a good job for you. He finds his own satisfaction from pleasing you. Being a good boy for you is all he does.

He craves your touch all the time, even if he doesn’t ask for it you know that he just wants you close to him in anyway possible, he just wants the heat of your body against him. Still he doesn’t wish to be a greedy one fearing you’ll despise him after.

But in reality you’re more than willing to give him what he wants, after all he has been nothing other than a perfect puppy for you, and a good puppy deserves a reward for their hard work <3.

When you told him he can do anything he wanted with you he got so happy, you actually feared the smile he had on might rip his face apart from how wide it was.

He giggled at himself before telling you what he wanted “i want to ride you, please?” he said with hopeful eyes. And who were you to deny him after being such a good boy for you all this time. “Sure. Go ahead, please yourself”

And there he is, going up and down on your cock. You wanted to help him out but he specifically said to let him do things on his own.

He supported himself by placing his hands on your shoulders while you sat back against the couch. Watching the way he moves on your cock, the way it disappears inside of him and pop up against his tummy. He looked gorgeous with the way his eyes teared up you couldn’t help not to tease him.

Thrusting up against him with no warning made his knees feel weak, it made him squeal loudly. He looked up at you with teary eyes you almost felt bad. You just smiled at him and praised. “Cmon be a good pup and continue moving. Or do you want me to do it” he whined before answering “I’ll do it”.

He continued to abuse his hole on his own as you just watched him like he was some kind of a show. He looked like mess, as his cock leaked lots of precum. Your cock bulging against his stomach was the cutest thing ever, you barely held back on just slamming him on the couch and fucking him on your own. But you have to respect your darling’s wish. So you let him continue on his own, for now atleast.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche is the polar opposite of childe. He is the actual definition of an arrogant little brat, If it wasn’t obvious already.

He has a bad habit of looking down on people especially those who he deems nothing but weak mortals.

He even looks down on you, His lover. Constantly raising his voice at you, ordering you around like you’re one of his subordinates. If someone saw you they would not believe that you have such special bond together.

He’s absolutely not the type to show affection, especially when in public. He feels like falling in love is such a humiliating thing and that everyone looks down on him for it. So he makes sure to act arrogantly with you when there is people around. To show them that he still have the dominant hand.

But do you care about his behaviour? No not at all. He can continue acting like a brat as much as he wants, it just gives you better satisfaction when you start breaking his little pride Till he’s nothing but a putty at your mercy.

He can say whenever he wants to you in public but you know damn well you can very much easily just bend him over anytime and have your way with him.

You seated yourself on the little chair while looking in-front of you as scaramouche stood there, fiddling with his fingers nervously. Why? He himself doesn’t know reason.

“On your knees” you said in a rather calm voice.

Hearing your words made his little ego drop. And it made anger rise in him. YOU want HIM to get on his knees? Just because your his lover you think you have the power to order him around like that. “Huh who do you think you are”

It honestly started to get irritating, and it just made the thought of breaking him grow more inside of you. “Hurry up and get on your knees instead of making things worse for yourself”. Your sudden change in tone made his body shiver, he didn’t know why but his body reacted on it’s own. Swallowing up his pride and getting down on his knees between your legs, letting out a small whine.

“Suck me off” these three words made his face heat up real quick. He looked up at you like you were crazy or something. The shock being too great he forgot how to talk. “You go the easy way out do it on your own, or i can just shove my cock down your throat on my own.” A mischievous smile spread against your face “which one would you prefer hmm?”

Gosh how could you say such things with a straight face. It made him embarrassed, he would never admit it tho. He was too deep in his thoughts to even realize the amount of time that had passed, the patience you had quickly drained. “I guess your choice is the latter”. Your words snapped him out of his thoughts, but it was already too late for him

It’s like his consciousness stopped for a moment and when it returned your cock was already deep down his throat. A little glare was all he could give, but it only made you chuckle at his pathetic move.

If he continues to be a brat then just fuck it out of him, yes it’s that easy. Grab his hair and shove him down till he kisses your abdomen. Watch while he grips at your thighs for support. Tears running down his face uncontrollably, droll dripping down his chin. He looked fucked out already even tho you just started. And you weren’t gonna stop till he’s nothing but an obedient doll for you.

Dottore

Dottore views everything as an experiment, even the relationship you both have was nothing but a mere experiment to him. Until these “feelings” got involved.

Dottore was someone who had little to no understanding of human emotions. Let alone ‘love’. But being with you changed that, you were destined to be with him. Or so he believes.

He believes that you’re meant to teach him all the things that he doesn’t know or understand. And with time he became obsessed with you, so much to the point where he’s willing to take anything your able to give to him.

You’re his just like he’s yours. He won’t mind being your little toy, as long as you keep teaching him all these new things. Especially about his body. Together you explored all the parts of his body that could give him the feeling of euphoria.

Learning all of these new things about his body was certainly interesting, not just for him but for you too. You observed the way his body would react to every touch you make on it.

His reactions always leaves you in aww. No matter how many times you fuck him dumb it would always feel like the first time.

Fucking him in his lab is always hot. Knowing that anyone could possibly enter, a fatui agent, a harbinger, or one of his clones. But thats the fun part of it.

Pressing his face against the wall, while you thrust in and out of him. One hand holding his waist, and the other pulling on his harness.

His muffled up moans is all he could let out as you continued to ram his used hole. He couldn’t stop his hips from pushing back against you. Begging for even more fraction. “Please sir.. fuck me harder” he said while looking back at you with temping eyes.

Snapping your hips against his harshly while pulling back his harness. It made his eyes roll back from the pleasure. Head clouded with lust and only one thought, he wants to cum so soo bad. But when he wanted to jerk himself off you thrusted directly on his prostate. It made his hands shoot up to hold onto the wall for support.

You continued fucking against him, hitting his pleasurable spot over and over again. “Instead of playing with your cock, why don’t we see if you can cum with only your ass hmm. What do you think?” you whispered near his ears making a shiver run up his spine.

Letting out a loud breath “fuck me harder then” a mocking smile spread on his face despite the fact that it’s soaked in tears and drool.

“What a greedy whore. Alright you asked for it”. if he wanted it this way then he have no right to complain after about how sore his body feels.

Capitano

Capitano is very much clueless about relationships and such. Because he’s so new to this he knows nothing about it so you’re gonna have to teach him little by little.

Go easy on and don’t rush him. Start by the simple things of how to enjoy some quality time together. A little date, a walk around together, or just having a small chat in his office. Doing that will deepen the relationship you two have.

After you get closer he’ll become more comfortable to physical touch’s. At first small little peaks is all he can do but in no time he was able to last in heavy make out sessions. Grip at his waist and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, listen to how he whines in the middle of the kiss. It’s all new to him to the point of it becoming overstimulating.

He was very sensitive to the kisses you too shared not knowing about the amount of pleasure he can get from other parts of his body. Starting with overstimulating his nipples to ramming your fingers against his prostate. All the new things he started experiencing with you were incredibly overwhelming, yet it felt fucking amazing.

He now looks forward to it everytime that you call him over for some tension release.

You had no idea why capitano called you in first. Usually when you wanted to do anything together you’ll be the one who have to make the first move. Well guess things change.

The moment you arrived you knew why he called you in because of the way he was acting. And you were honestly quite tempted to tease him, but you know better than to do that. Because he can kill you off just as fast. So you jumped straight to the point.

Seating yourself perfectly between his legs, already balls deep inside of him resulting in a deep groan to be let out from him. “Ngh.. hurry up and move already” chuckling at his demanding words “yes sir”. Before starting to slowly pull out till only the tips inside, and ramming back inside.

The satisfaction of being stretched open felt so good. Capitano wrapped his hands around you for support. Digging his nails in your back. “Loosen up a bit. My dick can barely breath” you said w a light laugh.

With a deep sigh. He tried to relax so you can move easily inside of him. Your thrusts started growing in speed bit by bit. As deep moans escape capitano.

Leaning down you started sucking at his neck which added to the pleasure he was feeling. Leaving hickeys all over it before biting it out of nowhere. He would’ve screamed if he didn’t mange to hold himself back. He Shot a glare at you which quickly disappeared once your movement speed increased.

His eyes became dazed as the pleasure was starting to get too overwhelming for him. For someone like him he was very sensitive. It’s truly adorable. It just makes you want to ravish him even more, turn him into your perfect toy.

But maybe you shouldn’t say that out loud. You still wish to hold on to your head after all.

Pierro

Pierro might as well be considered the most ‘calm’ of the other harbingers. He lived for far too long, and has experienced a fair amount of relationships to understand what he’s doing.

A life as pierros lover is real calm and relaxing, you have no arguments, great communication, and a nice relationship overall.

The most struggle pierro have is being the leader of the harbingers. He is always expected to be so strong and smart, everyone thinks that he can and will do everything for the fatui. And he will. Yet it’s still quite tiring.

All the work he have to do always gets him so stressed. he just wants someone to take care of him. Someone to love him. And who else is there for him other than his precious lover.

You’re there to him. you’ll treat him just like he deserves. With love and care. And maybe some roughness too.

You just can’t deny how good it feels when you look down on the 1st fatui harbinger like that. Laying naked, legs spread wide open.

The way you can see your cock go in and out of him had you staring intensely. How you wish to fuck him so roughly but you care too much to mess him up more than his work is doing. You know how stressful his work is, so you have to push your urges and just focus on pleasing your lover. Continuing to fuck softly against him.

Of course pierro noticed you holding back. Honestly his pride was hurt a bit because maybe you thought he couldn’t handle a more rough play. “No need to hold back. I can take it” he said it so confidently. Hearing his words was like a switch.

Flipping him around so easily made a shrinking sound to be let out by him. His face pressed against the mattress while his ass presented itself so beautifully infront of you.

Holding down his waist you didn’t hesitate to push roughly inside of him again. He was the one who told you that you can be more rough. So you did just that. Going in and out of him in such roughly manner made the volume of his voice rise, which was pleasant to hear due to the fact that he’s mostly quiet during sex.

Pierro continued to enjoy the feeling of your cock fucking his hole. He didn’t mind the roughness of your movement, it was actually very arousing to him. Even a man like pierro like’s to be manhandled every once in a while.

🏷️: @gaybitchfx @vyloy

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bell4lan · 10 months

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Masterlist

*Here are the rules if you want to request something

- Genshin Impact -

Albedo

Loving Albedo (smut)

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Albedo)

How to Seduce Your Roommate (smut)

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Albedo)

Comfort (angst + comfort, fluff)

- (Albedo x Trans Male Reader)

Kaeya

The Cavalry Captain Goes for a Ride (smut)

- (Giving GN Reader x Receiving Trans Kaeya)

First Date (fluff)

- (Kaeya x Male Reader)

Car Sex (smut) this post includes multiple characters

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Kaeya)

Affectionate Kaeya (Fluff)

- (Kaeya x Male Reader)

Zhongli

Mornings w/ Zhongli (fluff)

- (Zhongli x Male Reader)

Childe

Eager To Please (smut)

- (Giving Childe x Receiving Male Reader)

Pumpkin Patch (fluff)

- (Childe x Male Reader)

Lord Harbinger (smut)

- (Switch Trans Childe x Switch Trans Male Reader)

Kamisato Ayato

Don't Lose a Bet To Kamisato Ayato (smut)

- (Top Ayato x Bottom Male Reader)

Tighnari

Good Things Come in 3s (smut)

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Tighnari and Bottom Trans Cyno)

Quality Time (fluff, silly)

- (Tighnari x GN Reader)

Car sex (smut) this post includes multiple characters

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Tighnari)

In The Forest (smut)

- (Top Tighnari x Bottom Male Reader)

Desperate (smut, minor fluff)

- (Top Trans Male Reader x Bottom Trans Tighnari)

Cyno

Good Things Come in 3s (smut)

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Tighnari and Botton Trans Cyno)

Christmas w/ Cyno (fluff, minor smut)

- (Cyno x Male Reader)

Kaedehara Kazuha

Locked Out Of Heaven (smut)

- (Giving GN Reader x Receiving Kazuha)

Getting Steamy (fluffy smut)

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Kazuha)

Diluc

Late Nights (fluff)

- (Diluc x Male Reader)

Workaholic (smut)

- (Switch Diluc x Switch Male Reader)

Shikanoin Heizou

A Day at the Office (smut)

- (Top GN Reader with AMAB genetalia x Bottom Heizou)

Gorou

Thank You for the Meal! (smut)

- (Giving Gorou x Receiving Trans Male Reader)

Thoma

Car sex (smut) this post includes multiple characters

- (Top Male Reader x Bottom Trans Thoma)

Man On Film (smut)

- (Solo Trans Thoma)

Alhaitham

Car Sex (smut) this post includes multiple characters

- (Top Alhaitham x Bottom Male Reader)

"wanna join?" (smut + fluff)

- (Top Male Reader x Top Alhaitham x Bottom Trans Kaveh)

Baizhu

Reward (smut)

- (Top Trans Baizhu x Bottom Trans Male Reader)

Kaveh

"wanna join?" (smut + fluff)

- (Top Male Reader x Top Alhaitham x Bottom Trans Kaveh)

Dottore

The Doctor (smut)

- (Top Dottore x Bottom Trans Male Reader)

Wriothesley

Nightclub (smut)

- (Top Wriothesley x Bottom Trans Male Reader)

Neuvillette

Sick Days (fluff)

- (Neuvillette x Male Reader)

Temptation series

pt1 (smut, minor angst)

pt2 (minor smut, heavy angst)

pt3 (minor smut, fluff, very little bit of angst)

- (Top Zhongli x Bottom Trans Male Reader) + (Childe x Trans Male Reader)

Replaced series

pt1 (Angst)

pt2 (Fluff)

- (Zhongli x Male Adeptus Reader) + (Ayato x Male Adeptus Reader)

"Why You?" series

pt1 (Angst)

pt2 (Angst + Fluff)

pt3 (Fluff)

- (Kazuha x Male Reader)

- Bungou Stray Dogs -

Dazai Osamu

Fears (angst, fluff)

- (Dazai Osamu x Male Reader)

Mischievous (smut)

- (Top Dazai Osamu x Bottom Male Reader)

Haunt Me (Angst + Some Comfort, vent post)

- (Dazai and Male Reader)

Edgar Allan Poe

Release (fluffy smut)

- (Switch Male Reader x Switch Poe)

Brother's Best Friend Series

Pt.1 (smut)

- (Top Chuuya Nakahara x Bottom Trans Male Reader)

Pt.2 (smut)

- (Top Chuuya Nakahara x Bottom Trans Male Reader)

- Honkai Star Rail -

Coming soon...

Note: the characters on this list are not the only ones I do, they're just the ones I already have fanfics of. I can write for other male characters too if I write for their media :)

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #bsd x male reader #genshin x gn reader #bungou stray dogs x male reader #bsd x gn reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x male reader #hsr x male reader

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onirique-amaranth · 1 year

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⎮Danger on each side⎮

⏤ Characters: Dottore⎮Pantalone⎮reader

⏤ Including:nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom male reader, stripper au, overstimulation, lap dance, virgin!Dottore, mention of blood, blowjob

⏤ Requested by: @devilswhore-emrys

⏤ 7.000 words

The intense and blinding lights were dancing around you, distracting you from your only purpose, which was to move your body correctly in rhythm with the music. You could feel all your muscles tense and throb, arms aching and legs trembling, but you were in such an intense and focused state that you didn't even think about stopping dancing.

You can feel yourself get more tired as the minutes passed, cheering getting louder, almost deafening around you, all eyes on your graceful form and the stage. Despite the colourful lightening, and the inharmonious movement within the crowd, you were able to make out the forms of bills being thrown on the stage. And your smirk widened when you noticed a few of them at your feet with one or two zeros at the end. Your rant would be paid without a problem this month.

As the song was going to end, you offer the crowd the most sublime ending you could give. Immediately, you hear people whistle, the flashing lights dazzling you, and loud bass making your head pound. Everything mixed together, the room becoming blurry, the colours blending beautifully, red and blue overtaking your vision for a few seconds.

And then, your vision went black as the lights get cut off suddenly, your feet hitting the ground with a soft sound, almost imperceptible despite the high heels.

Panting, you gripped the pole tightly, forcing your sore legs to hold you up, lights turning back on at the same instant. You are met with cheering, desperate hands chasing after you, and a wave of bills flying around you as an appreciation for your performance.

The spectators looked at you with a mix of emotions, from admiration and adoration to lust and need, some shouting your name in the hope to get even just a second of attention. Unfortunately for them, you are too tired tonight to fuel their ego, so you simply flash a small smile.

Teasingly bending forward to grab a bundle of bills that were at your feet, you raise them to your lips, leaving a soft kiss on it followed by a wink to the crowd, leaving the stage. Applause and acclamation going off behind you, openly begging for another performance, despite knowing it wouldn't happen.

With your heels clicking against the ground, carefully stepping down the stage, you watch two members of the staff run past you to collect the money, afraid that someone would try to steal. Though all the spectators at the front were regulars, they were far too rich to even think about stealing this money. So their precipitation is ridiculous.

Set on returning to the dressing room, you walk rapidly past numerous customers until you notice one of your favourite regulars sitting at the bar. You could feel his eyes on you, along with the eyes of some spectators burning your back, desirous to see you stop for them.

Feeling nice, you go toward your regular with a smirk, swaying your hips provokingly as you discreetly huff, already feeling tired. You sit beside him for a few minutes, exchanging some words as he gently grips your thigh, offering you a drink and trying to ask if you were free for the night.

But you were already getting bored, the man was undeniably handsome but too dull and uninteresting for you. In a fake way, you chuckle and smile at his attempt to convince you, ultimately failing when the bartender showed up to save you. He told you that the boss was waiting for you, even though both of you knew perfectly well that he wasn't here tonight.

Excusing yourself, you stand up, taking the gift the customer oh-so-sweetly bought for you and left. By now, that same night routine was boring, unable to fulfil your need to discover something new and want more. Lost in your thoughts, you walked to the back, ignoring the propositions of some new clients, that weren't even offering enough to spend one hour with you.

As you almost reached the dressing room, a man unexpectedly grabbed your arm, his other hand sneaking towards your stomach, clearly too close to your crotch.

The first reflex that you had was to step with your heels on his feet, along with gripping his arm and turning it the other way, resulting in a disgusting cracking sound. The security guard appeared behind the man, got him under control and dragged him away, apologizing for not noticing him or stepping in sooner.

Not really caring or wishing to get held back more, you dismissed it, saying that it was okay as your only want was to reach that damn dressing room and get a nap. But it seemed like fate was against you.

Because, when you turned your head, you made eye contact with an unfamiliar man.

He looked superb, to say the least. With long black hair, pretty profound eyes and long lashes, he was definitely captivating. The man next to him was just as hypnotizing, his looks and mask standing out among the crowd, as you were certain that you never saw them before.

Despite not being your regulars, they were sitting in your section, only reserved for rich regulars or important persons. And this detail caught your attention immediately, as you send a puzzled look at one of the guards who shrugged their shoulders, just as dumbfounded.

It was quite surprising, to put it mildly, especially when you are aware that this club was unknown to the public, and it was exceptional to see anyone new. And yet, both men were here, sitting on this red velvet couch as if they were owning the place.

With a bold smirk, one was looking at you up and down while the other looked bored out of his mind, absolutely not caring about anything but his glass of alcohol. The eye contact with the black-headed one seemed extremely long, never-ending as none of you wanted to look away first. Truthfully, in reality, only some seconds passed since you noticed them.

Unconsciously, you let your eye glide over his body, observing the curves of what the tight black turtleneck was showing off, going to his completely covered legs and ankles, the large black slacks and shiny leather shoes.

Finally, you went back to his face, observing his sharp jaw but delicate traits blending in an elegant way. Even though his face was impassive, you could see the soft blush colouring his cheeks, standing out under the white light of the projector. Sensing that it was lasting a bit too long, you just leave feeling his eyes on you as a security agent walking close behind you after what just happened with the previous rude man.

The golden door of the dressing room was like a blessing, opening it in a haste and rushing inside the room. A small grin made its way onto your face when you noticed the comfortable leather chair, almost jumping on it as you sighed, resting your feet on the table.

Your whole body was relaxing, each muscle aching as you go limp, dozing off. With the last strength you had, you took off the tight leather strap around your thigh and arm, along with the collar around your neck. Now, able to peacefully go to sleep for a few minutes, enjoying your break.

Another dancer woke you up not long after, telling you that it was the start of the night and someone else would surely get you for tonight. Sighing, you forced yourself to stay awake, scrolling through your phone indifferently, delightedly taking the joint that one of the guy offered you.

As you take a hit, exhaling soon after the smoke numbs your brain and makes you feel dizzy, relaxing you to the point you didn't care who you were going to spend the night with.

You were in your own little world, only exchanging a few words with the people around you that were far too energetic. Most of them were busy counting the money they earned, eating or redoing their makeup. You stared at your own stack of money, which was smaller but with higher value.

After all, you were one of the best strippers, and definitely the best barman. Many customers were only coming for you and your amazing cocktails, knowing that you were always remembering their taste in alcohol by heart.

Since you started, the price of your private dance only went higher and higher, as it was extremely rare for you to accept a request. Only your regulars or people you were interested in would get the chance of witnessing a private dance.

And one of the nice things about choosing your customers was that you could recognize them easily through the crowd, and so, know if this night would be a calm one or not. Thankfully, tonight, none of your regulars were here, so you would just be behind the bar serving customers and then, go home quickly to enjoy a nice night of sleep.

Even though it was only the start of the night, you were impatiently waiting for it to be over.

The atmosphere was calm in the room, almost relaxing if you were ignoring the muffled cheering coming from outside, and the sound of someone throwing up in the room beside yours. Grimacing as you knew it was one of the new strippers, that wasn't used yet to drinking alcohol or performing just after.

Sighing, you let your head fall back onto the back of the chair, soft leather tickling your nape, the cold sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You stare blankly at the ceiling, eyes barely open as the yellow lights shine through your lashes.

You could feel the room spin slowly, your mind unable to focus on something for too long without spiralling away into a dizzy mess of thoughts. Floating away, your head and soul seemed to leave your body, bringing you to a void of unknown shades.

Unfortunately, someone snapped you out of this calm and relaxing state, calling your name in a breathless voice, as if they ran all the way here.

You lower your head with a groan, annoyance spreading through your body like wildfire as you glared at the person. And it took you some long seconds for your eyes to gain back their focus, finally recognizing your manager, who looked ecstatic.

He came up to you with a wide smile on his face, grabbing your hand excitedly, telling you that you just got requested for a private dance by a man, and for a crazy price. The unknown man was offering for an hour, what you couldn't even make in three days. Just the thought of it was making you and your manager dizzy, especially since he was taking ten percent off the private show, and he felt blessed by the gods.

Your manager came here to ask you if you were willing to accept the offer, but he was more begging at this point, knowing that if you were in a bad mood, you would refuse without thinking. Though right now, you didn't really have a choice, as the offer was far too tempting, but you still wanted to play a little.

Nodding at your manager, he was going to scream in delight, until you raised your finger. His face went pale, knowing that his joy could be destroyed in a few seconds. With a bold smirk, you asked, in a honeyed voice, for your manager to request one more zero on the amount that was offered.

The face of your manager become even paler, eyes widening as he hoped that you were joking, but you weren't. Your impassive and serious face sent chills up his spine, as he tried to stutter out some words, but he knew he couldn't do anything but go back to this client, and hope they will accept.

After all, it was rare for you to get requests like this. Genuinely, you weren't the kind of entertainer people would request, as you were known for only being a barman and sometimes a stripper when you were bored or needed money. But never, or seldom, paid for an hour or a night of private dance, as only your regulars would dare to.

Everyone that would come frequently knew exactly who you were, and it became an unspoken rule that you weren't up to request, unless you directly said that you were interested in that customer.

Commonly, people would just hope that you would sit down at their table to talk or flirt with them, and they would give you a huge tip just for this. It was crazy how easily customers would give you money because you were handsome, smile at them and offer a bit of your attention.

That's why you would only do private dances if you were in need of money, or if it was a really huge amount, which was the case right now. But, knowing how much you asked for, you knew the guy would back off, and your night would be calm and relaxing.

Although, it seemed like you spoke too quickly, as your manager suddenly opened the door, brutally slamming it into the wall. Panting, he ran up to you with disbelief on his face.

Without a word, he stopped in front of you, and let a wad of notes falls on your lap, an amount twice higher than what you just earned during the previous performance. You blinked once, twice, your jaw dropping open as you didn't think the guy would give this much just to convince you.

It seemed like the man was definitely settled on getting you tonight, and nothing could change his mind, ever. You were stubborn, but you were beaten this time, as you slowly counted, eyes widening as it went from one zero to two, then three.

While doing this, your manager stood there, praying to all the gods that you would agree. Not only the client accepted your demand, but also gave twenty percent of the amount in bills just to convince you. And before he left, the client was already filling the cheque for your performance, certain that you wouldn't refuse.

That's how he was waiting there after dropping that stack on you and also placing the cheque on the table beside you, muttering under his breath. Feeling his eager eyes on you, you sighed and asked him to prepare a room, dismissing him.

In less than a second, he was out the door, running as he barked out orders, so everything could be ready as quickly as possible. Just like you, he could already smell the familiar scent of bills and that pay rise coming early.

Soon after, you were walking out of the dressing room, changed into a more luxurious and revealing outfit, tight and shiny material hugging your body, leather strap adding to your charm and the collar around your neck that everyone loved to see.

The clicking sound of your heels alerted the security guard that you were here, as he hurried to step after you, following closely behind to guarantee your safety. After that previous guy that grabbed your arm so easily, everyone was on edge as they tried to minimize the contact between the performers and the customers.

And the boss was clear on protecting his employees, especially the ones that were bringing back the most money. That's how you got yourself appointed a bodyguard, that would either follow you around and stay in the same room and watch over you to make sure nothing suspicious was happening.

Over time, you became rather close to him, as you were seeing each other almost every night.

Though, tonight, he was acting a little weird, as he wasn't able to meet your eyes and avoided talking with you as much as he could. At first, it wasn't this intriguing, but when notice him steal some glances awkwardly, it started to get on your nerves.

Bluntly, you asked him what was wrong, but was only answered by some mutters. Getting annoyed, you were going to force him to talk, but you reached the room before you could do so. Clicking your tongue, you gave up on the topic and went towards the door, readjusting your top before entering, missing the way your guard reached out towards you.

The black door with golden detail was slammed shush behind you, leaving the poor guy to stand in front of it, as he was supposed to stay there until you came back out. He sighed, hearing the music through the door, impatiently waiting for it to become silent, as it meant that the performance would be over.

If only he was less weak, he wouldn't have fallen for a performer, especially not one that didn't care one bit about him. He just hoped that he could confess soon to get over these feelings.

Meanwhile, you closed the door shush behind you, looking at the long corridor in front of you that lead to the main room.

The music was rather soft and slow, quite unusual, as customers mainly chose sexual and rapid tempos. Though, this choice was fitting your taste, so you didn't mind, walking towards the source of light calmly, wondering who was that nameless client.

And much to your surprise, it was the unfamiliar men that were sitting in your section. Both of them discarded their heavy and white coats, staying in rather light and tight clothes, watching you with piercing eyes. One of them was wearing a mask covering the upper half of his face, but you could still feel his stare, sending a shiver up your spine as they both seemed strangely dangerous.

Usually, you would try to get closer to your customers, talking a bit before dancing. But this time, you didn't feel safe enough to do so, directly moving towards the centre of the room, a small stage and a metallic bar placed in the middle of this stage. The stage was just wide enough to let you dance freely, though, for some movements, you will end up extremely close to the two men.

Oddly, the couch they were sitting on seemed far too close to the stage, more than usual at least. Something was definitely wrong with them, the atmosphere near them was heavy, threatening, and something deep inside you was telling you that this night would either end extremely well, or you will be found dead.

Shaking your head to clear up your thoughts, you discarded the coat that was hiding your outfit, throwing it on the armchair next to them, perfectly landing on the back.

With confidence, you step onto the stage, enjoying the slow music as you started to move slowly, and elegantly. Focusing on your hips and shoulders, and you closed your eyes to ignore the intimidating presence in the room, feeling yourself relax. The more relaxed you become, the more natural your moves will be, and you didn't want to offer a bad show, even if the customers seemed a bit suspicious.

Almost unconsciously, you started to forget who was in front of you, just enjoying yourself to the familiar song, the next steps coming naturally.

The men in front of you were captivated, not only because you were absolutely skilled, and your dance was incredible, but because of how bluntly you were ignoring them. Not even trying to keep eye contact to force them to focus on you, your presence was enough to be captivating, the dim lightening only increasing your charisma.

The black-haired man, the one who paid for this private dance, has a wide smirk on his face, seeming extremely satisfied. Amused, he threw a knowing glance at his friend who couldn't detach his eyes from you. Despite his impassiveness, he could see his friend's ear become redder, his breath shuddering at some explicit and sensuous moves you would perform.

The confident and smirking man knew he had won the bet, as he forced his virgin and reserved friend to go to a club with him, betting that he could get him to rethink his idea of not being attracted to anyone.

As you were still lost in your own world, a deep voice reached your ears, as you shuddered for a second, hearing one of the men calling his friend. The single word made your body tense, as you opened your eyes, sensing the blue-haired man's eyes were definitely fixated on your body, his gaze wasn't wavering off you for one second.

The other man called his name again, the sounds caressing your eardrum softly, the orotund and surprisingly silvery voice was an absolute delight for you.

“Dottore.”

You could feel your body heat up, stopping for a short second before you regain your composure, acting as if his voice didn't distract you. But it was already too late, as the nameless man's smirk widened, seeming amused by your reaction.

The chuckle he lets out has an even stronger effect on you, your shoulders tensing and one of your knees almost giving out. Maybe it was the fact you knew he was dangerous that affected you this much, or how he was undeniably handsome, but something was pulling you in either way.

You glanced at the other man, Dottore, who seemed entranced and completely out of it. Unlike his friend, a blush was spreading onto his face, lips parted as he slowly wets his lips and swallowed hard, nervously trying to get a hold of himself.

It was clear who was the most experienced of the two, and you almost chuckled when you noticed Dottore having a very noticeable boner, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

His friend was, instead, sitting confidently, only reacting a bit to your performance, crossing his legs as he watched you like a hawk. His stare was piercing, weighing down on you, almost as if he wanted to make you nervous or see you panic.

Yet, you stood your ground, looking directly into his eyes, mimicking the same smirk he was giving you. And surprisingly, you saw him shudder, his curiosity and interest in you only heightening, as he seemed engrossed in your actions and dance.

As the first song ended, you went to slow down as usual, taking a small break to get ready for the second dance. But the nameless man decided something else, as he curled his index finger with his palm facing up, beckoning you to step down the stage and join them.

As a performer, you weren't forced to give physical contact with the customers, and you had the option to refuse. Though, this time, you felt like you didn't have much of a choice as you stepped down gracefully, walking towards the red velvet couch. But instead of joining him like he wanted you to, you turned towards Dottore and stopped in front of him, moving forward to sit on his lap.

The said male froze on the spot, not knowing where to put his hands as you rest your forearms on his shoulders, caging his head. You heard a click on the tongue on your left, bringing an amused smile onto your face, almost tempted to stick out your tongue.

At that same moment, another song began, and you slowly started to move, your body rolling expertly to the slow beat in the background, letting one of your hands slowly wander onto the man's chest. Teasingly, sliding your hands over his shoulders you forced him to lean back into the couch, gliding over his arms, one of your hands holding his palm as you kissed gently the top of his hand.

While he was distracted, you let your tongue loll out and slide in between two of his fingers, the wetness making Dottore jump, accidentally moving you closer to him, completely sitting on his boner. The whimper he lets out makes your body shudder, and the other man laughs, entertained by the scene. Though, he still feels left out and wants to have some fun too.

Dottore was still frozen on the spot, his eyes fixated on you as you swayed your hips, and god, he felt himself getting harder. He knew he shouldn't have listened to Pantalone and let him drag you to a strip club. Because not only he was a virgin, and he also never watched anyone do something erotic, it was all too new to him, and he had difficulties following what was happening without losing his mind.

He could hear the crazy thumping of his heart, and his rapid breathing as he was unable to calm down and focus on what was happening. His heart stopped when he heard you talk, your breath directly hitting his right ear as he just realised how close your face was, torso almost pressed against his.

“Do I make you anxious?”

And Dottore held his breath for a few seconds, his eyes darting from your eyes to hips, not knowing where to look or how to reply. His reaction made you chuckle, your mouth far too close to his ear, and you unexpectedly kissed the side of his jaw, earning yourself a soft moan and shiver.

When you rolled your hips again, his hands lurched forward, desperately trying to hold onto something, and it was your ass. And if he wasn't completely red before, now he definitely was, his whole body burning as he didn't dare to move, his hands staying in place.

You couldn't help but chuckle again, the man beside you joining you, as the reaction of Dottore was adorable. There was no doubt left, not only this man wasn't experimented, but he was definitely a virgin. It wasn't your favourite customers as you were forced to be slower and nicer, but you weren't sure it would be the case tonight.

You barely noticed the other man getting up, sneaking up behind you as you rolled expertly your hips, his hands gripping your jaw as he forced you to look up. In this position, you felt small, almost caged, at their mercy.

The fingers of the man glided over your lips, playing with your lower one and pulling it down slowly, admiring your face. Unconsciously, you let your mouth fall open, tongue lolling out as you smiled, winking at him teasingly when you noticed his ears getting redder. It seemed like he appreciated your confidence before he leaned forward, tilting your head to the side to kiss you.

Before you could get engaged in a deeper and much wetter kiss, he murmured in your ear breathlessly, knowing the effect it had on you.

“Keep moving your hips.”

It wasn't a demand, but a clear order, as you started to move again. A gasp was heard under you, and before you could say anything, your mouth was occupied again, his tongue pushing past your lips in a haste, meeting yours. Your mind was blank as you felt hands grip your waist, hips thrusting up against yours messily, greedy but lost on how to relieve himself.

To balance yourself, you gripped the shoulder of the man who was kissing you, while your other was placed around Dottore's neck, lightly choking him, as you didn't tighten your grip yet. Now much more confident and aware that you couldn't fall, you planted your knees on either side of his hips, grounding your hips together.

The sudden pleasure made Dottore throw his head back, hands holding onto your waist, fingernails creating small crescents on your spotless skin. Your clothes were only increasing his sensitivity, as the friction of the fabrics was enchanting and thrilling. When your lips were free again, you let out a breathy and hoarse moan, feeling yourself get harder and your resolve to end this performance quickly vanishing.

The man behind you moved his mouth lower, kissing your jaw before nibbling on it, slowly reaching your neck as he suddenly bites down, tearing the skin apart just over your collar. A shocked and pained gasp escaped your mouth, seemingly far too loud for him as he pushed his fingers into your mouth, muffling the sounds.

You blinked the tears away, focusing on the left-out man under you, who watched the scene with wide eyes, a hint of jealousy and greediness in his pupils. Almost boldly, he pulled you towards him, asking for more. And instantly, you rolled your body at a tortuously slow pace again, your cock brushing against his, feeling a wet spot forming onto the fabric.

You panted slightly, feeling far too hot, and the air was getting dry, hurting your throat. Breathing with difficulty, you kept going, every movement made you seem more and more tempting in Dottore's eyes.

Your top was slowly riding up, exposing more of your stomach, his hands now directly holding onto your waist, without fabric in the way. He even discarded his gloves to feel you, enjoying your warmth and the sensation of your muscles rolling under your skin as you moved. He intentionally held onto the bottom of your top, completely moving it up to admire your body, pushing away the hand that was on his neck to lean forward, kissing the side of your torso.

Sharp teeth were digging into the flesh of your stomach, and another set of teeth was breaking the skin of your shoulder, more blood sliding down your body. As the man under you greedy licked it off, moaning at the taste and longed to get more of it. His hoarse and husky voice was finally heard, as he talked for the first time, his words directed to the man behind you.

“Pantalone, make him bleed more.”

Those words made the said man laugh hysterically, crazy eyes digging into yours as he teasingly asked if you were alright with that. Your only answer was to tilt your head to the side, your sudden submission pleased Pantalone as he kissed your ear, murmuring some praises as his hands moved lower.

Carefully avoiding Dottore's head, who was playing with the left side of your body, Pantalone used his right hand to unbutton your pants. While his mouth was busy destroying your skin and letting Dottore lick off your blood freely, his hand was palming you roughly through your underwear. You bucked eagerly into the touch, desperately chasing after your release, not caring about the rules anymore as there wasn't much time left before the end of the hour.

A loud moan managed to escape your lips, and the second was caught by Dottore's mouth, which kissed you fervently, making you taste your own blood. His nails racked down your sides, angry marks appearing as a light trail of blood glides down your skin. You were now hopelessly rutting against each other, desperation contrasting with the way you were almost lovingly kissing each other.

Pantalone groaned at the way your attention has been completely stolen away from him, and by a complete virgin at that, who seemed to do a better job than him. Furiously, he gripped your hair, yanking your head back as he devoured your mouth, feeling your cock twitch against his hand, so close to the edge. There was no way that Dottore would be the one making you cum.

And yet, as he was focused on your mouth, his hand was swatted away from your crotch, Dottore sliding off your underwear to jerk you off, the sudden warmth sending your mind spiralling away. You were too close, and you were the one supposed to make them cum, not the opposite, but you couldn't move. Not with Pantalone's hand choking you, not with Dottore's teeth sinking into your flesh sinfully.

You didn't have more time to think much when Dottore's nail pressed onto the slit of your cock, Pantalone tightening his grip on your throat, cutting off your airflow, and you came. It was powerful and sent your body crashing against Pantalone's clothed torso, gasping for air as you stain Dottore's hand, shirt and pants.

Both men were shocked by how much you came, unconsciously getting harder at the sight, watching you greedily, observing how you were losing your mind. Dottore closer his legs, rubbing his thighs together as another kind of thought appeared in his mind.

Without thinking much, Pantalone let go of you to unbutton his pants, because if you weren't sucking him off now, he would blow it in his pants. With a shaky breath, he tried to control himself and relax his body before he really ends up finishing in this embarrassing and pitiful way.

Dottore wasn't in a better state, as all his thoughts about fucking someone dumb flew out the window, and he was thinking about you fucking him until he cries. But for now, he really needed to get rid of this ache between his legs, that was driving him insane since the start of this private dance.

Pantalone and Dottore looked at each other, nodding as they waited for you to regain consciousness, still too out of it to continue. Thankfully for them, after a few seconds, you opened your eyes, blinking rapidly as you tried to shake the buzzing noise in your head and your blurry vision away.

Dottore moved you to the side, making you sit on the couch, facing Pantalone's crotch. You rapidly got the message, as you grinned at the tall man in front of you, teasingly pushing your tongue against the inside of your cheek, watching both men blush.

“Should I suck you off?”

Such a plain question made Dottore blush crazily, looking away in embarrassment, not thinking that you would be so blunt about it. Chuckling, Pantalone stepped forward, watching you sit at the edge of the couch, observing his hands push down his pants and underwear at the same time.

To say Pantalone was close to breaking point was an understatement, he was hard, flushed, and his cock was pressed against his stomach, twitching painfully. You watch as a thick drop of pre-cum rolls off his cock, and you couldn't help but lick your lips, leaning forward to lick off the drop.

Instantly, Pantalone's hand was in your hair, holding your head as he watched you lick his cock from base to tip slowly, looking up at him with a smirk. But before he could complain, you were sucking on the tip, earning yourself a deep approving groan when you took him deeper.

Pantalone was shuddering, legs shaking as he held himself up, feeling your tongue swirl around his length, slowly taking him deeper. And before he knew it, you were relaxing your throat and taking him until his tip brushed the back of your throat.

He tried to fight the instinct to buck his hips into your inviting mouth, but the moan you let out while taking completely broke his mind. And suddenly, he was holding the back of your head and slamming into your mouth at a fast pace, set on cumming down your throat. His base met your lips once, and then it was over, his mind set on ruining your mouth and face.

As you were too focused on Pantalone, you almost forgot Dottore that was on his knees beside you, his pants pulled down along with his underwear. Without a word, he took your free hand and raised it to his lips, licking your fingers slowly, carefully licking and coating two of them with saliva.

Before you could think too much about it, your hand was pulled down, your wrist resting against the leather of the couch, and then, a tight warmth was squeezing around one of your fingers. Dottore placed his head onto your shoulder, so you could hear his breathy moans as he fucked himself on your fingers. With his other hand, he started to jerk you off again, completely disregarding the fact that it was overstimulating you.

Both men picked their pace up, one ruining your throat while the other was forcing himself open on three of your fingers, and fucking his own fist. Their moans were resonating through the room, almost deafening as the music stopped and only the wet sounds could be heard.

Distracted, you almost missed the violent twitch of Pantalone's cock in your moan, the tip hitting the back of your throat. And then, your mouth was filled with cum, choking as you struggled to swallow. Giving up, you just relaxed your throat and let the fluid slide down, filling you up until Pantalone finished.

He slowly took a step back, teasingly rubbing his tip against your lips as you swallowed, watching with a smirk as you licked his cock clean. Dottore was witnessing the scene with wide eyes, admiring your face, the knot in his stomach snapping when he saw your tongue covered in white.

Another low moan was heard, and then you felt something warm spilling over your arm and waist, coating your skin. Shaking, Dottore has some difficulty taking your fingers out, almost whimpering when he fell back down on them.

With shaky legs, he finally managed to get off them, grabbing your face with his untainted hand, and kissed you deeply. You felt yourself relax in his hold, Pantalone's hand softly ruffling your hair as he watched you and his friend kissing desperately while still jerking you off, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mind turning blank.

Your legs were shaking violently, thighs tensed and closing tightly around nothing, your hand scrambling to hold onto Dottore's wrist to slow him down. When you broke free from the kiss, you didn't have the time to say a word as Pantalone brought your lips to his, tongue sneaking past your lips and dancing with yours.

Wanting to watch you break, he moved his hand down, forcefully prying your legs open as he sneaked two of his fingers under your underwear. And before you knew it, they were deep inside of you, hitting that sweet spot which drove you insane, back arching as you came one more time. Staining Dottore's sleeves and your own clothes.

But they weren't stopping, wanting to see you reach that high another time, uncaring if the overstimulation was settling in. When you finally managed to reach this state again, with difficulty, a few drops of cum coming out of your tip, you were fully crying. Tears of desperation from knowing that if they ever try to make you cum again, you would pass out.

Before they could do something else, harsh knocks were heard, your bodyguard audibly making sure that they knew an entire hour passed and the private dance was over. The noise was answered by annoyed groans, even yourself was disappointed that it would end like that, as you lay there, exhausted.

Sighing, Pantalone buttoned his pants, and readjusted his clothes, trying to be presentable. Dottore followed suit, pulling up his underwear and pants, superficially cleaning off the cum staining his clothes, putting his mask back on and then helping you dress back up. Muttering a small 'thank you', swollen lips met yours again, gently caressing each other without opening your mouth.

Pantalone did the same, sliding something in your pocket along with a few bills, leaving with a big smirk and Dottore followed him, glancing at you one last time before disappearing in the corridor leading outside.

Observing them disappear from your sight, you slowly stood up, body aching as you lazily walked in the same direction they left. The door was still open, and you saw your bodyguard's back, watching the two men leave silently, losing them in the crowd of customers in the other room.

Your guard outside the room was getting impatient, and he regularly looked at his watch, seeing how the time was passing, and the hour was almost done. The music stopped for a while now, and yet, you weren't out nor were the men that were inside with you.

He chewed on his cheek, biting the inside of it until it was bleeding, not liking the silence. And yet, he knew he couldn't say anything until the chosen time was over, as he tapped his feet on the ground repeatedly. When finally, the hour passed, he waited another three minutes before he banged on the door, saying that the performance was over.

He was going to do it again until the door was slammed open, and two men were standing in front of him. One of them had a smirk on his face, lips red and swollen, and nail marks were clearly present on his jaw. While the other's face was completely red, but he still had a small smile, readjusting his mask before he left, legs shaking a bit.

He stared at their back, feeling a knot in his stomach as an uncomfortable sensation was settling in his heart. Distracted, he almost didn't hear you come out of the room, and when he turned to look at you, he clenched his jaw tightly.

Not only you had multiple marks littering your neck, going from your jaw to your shoulders, but he could also see some on your inner thighs and waist. Hiding his rage, as he knew physical contact was allowed during private dances, but he never thought that you would let someone touch you this way, biting back the angry and jealous words he wanted to say.

Some marks were even bleeding, staining your skin and clothes in red, along with a few white drops. You were clearly out of your mind, with drool at the corner of your lips, which were completely swollen. You had traces of dried tears on your cheeks, along with dishevelled hair and clothes, only adding to your ruined state.

Almost innocently, you gave him a smile as you walked towards the dressing room, looking over your shoulder when you noticed that he wasn't following you. Confused, you waited for him to walk beside you, as it was your break time and you would usually always spend it together. The said man clenched his jaw at the sound of your voice, feeling himself almost snap.

“Is there something wrong, Diluc?”

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