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jinkicake · 1 year

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inappropriate affairs

Inappropriate places he likes to fuck you.

Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Pierro, Xiao x Reader

A/N: im practicing more smut until i get confident enough to finish my luci smut (its never gonna happen).... thank u @saitamastamaticsoup for giving the idea and fueling my motivation </3 Trust that I will be doing another version of this w more inazuma characters, it was a shame i didnt do it the first time!!! (thoma my beloved i am coming!!!)

reader w a pu$$y LOL,, SMUTTTTTTTTT

WC- 2.8K

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Albedo

“Oh, Archons, fuck-” The pit of your stomach tightens and you can almost feel your impending release. You try to breathe through the overwhelming pleasure but, the pressure against your swollen nerves and the movement of Albedo’s thumb causes you to squeal-

“You like this.” The alchemist states as if it’s a fact, and reluctantly pulls his hand away to grab his pen.

“No, Albedo!” You can’t believe it, you refuse to believe it. All afternoon he has been researching your body, coaxing you into a state of bliss only to rip you out of it violently. “I can’t take much more of this,”

“You can’t?” He murmurs as he briefly writes down his conclusions, the neat movements on his pen are captivating but you try to focus on your anger rather than his little quirks. “But, you must.” His voice drops in a way you aren’t too familiar with and your thighs clench together painfully in response. “I need to get this done, you’ll let me continue my research won’t you?”

You have half a mind to ask him exactly what his research is but, Albedo grabs your chin lightly and pulls you down to his eye level first.

There’s a gentle smile on his lips as he fondly stares at you. He kisses you and it melts away your frustrations, the tenderness of his touch could melt all the snow off of Dragonspine.

Through the kiss, his cold lips warm up your own while he pushes you back down against his lab table, you fail to notice how he continues to write in his notes.

Perhaps you just don’t care to notice.

“My love, please stay still for this,” With his soft voice, you listen to every command.

Even when he’s rubbing lube all over an extremely large toy that you’re sure is going to split you into two. When you’re taken into his lab and placed on his cold table, you know what to expect. Nobody does more thorough research than Albedo.

“Breathe, you can do it,” He watches in awe as your cunt stretches around the toy, his mouth begins to water. “24 centimeters is a new record for you, isn’t it?” Albedo notes down the exact measurements, ensuring that the toy is pressed snuggly inside of you all the way down to the base. “My test subject, you’re doing so well. Keep it up.”

“Yes,” And when he finally gets all his research done, Albedo is more than ready to take out his frustrations on you. You’re not the only one who gets worked up during his assignments. “just like that. Mhm, you can cum again, can’t you?” The answer is always yes, especially when Albedo works his cock into you at such a ferocious pace. He’s more than eager to rip an orgasm out of you, to watch you spasm on his floor now while he pants above you, his hair messily splayed around his face. “For me, you can do it.”

You refuse to disappoint him when he’s so eager to learn from you.

And you’re also always more than happy to allow Albedo to share his findings with his colleagues.

“Don’t touch yourself.” He scolds Kaeya as he eyes the man in his lab chair, he keeps a firm stare on him. “Remember that you’re here to learn.”

Diluc

“Don’t (Y/N),” Diluc warns, his eyes darkening as you lower yourself between his legs. Your touch against his thick thighs causes him to suck in a harsh breath, his defined muscles tense under your touch.

Being the gentleman that he is, Diluc wants to convince you not to do this. He wants to bring you back up to your feet and lead you out of the acting grand master’s office. He wants to take you back home, to the plush king-sized bed that is waiting for you. Only there will he have enough space for what he wants to do with you. All the things he desires to do to you, and none of it reflects his gentlemanly tendencies at all.

Older women would faint at the mere mention of what is behind the locked door of the winery.

You choose to ignore all his telepathic begs not to continue. No, you happily continue with your ministrations as you place a soft kiss on his clothed crotch.

Always such a tease.

Diluc doesn’t show any more signs of refusal, he merely watches you as you run your hands up and down his inner thighs. The eye contact of his blown-out pupils and the innocent stare you’re giving him is enough for the man to start panting. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, he’s biting the inside of his cheek out of anticipation.

“Ribbon?” You politely ask and when you hold your hand out for Diluc’s hair tie, the man’s eyes narrow down at you.

“You won’t need it.” His voice sounds rougher than usual and before you get the chance to even ask him, why?, he wraps his hands in your hair. Diluc grabs the strands and ensures that it is all out of your face and securely held in his fist.

His nonverbal explanation is more than enough and you thank him by eagerly ripping down his pants, nearly splitting his black boxers in half to get to his cock. Diluc grits his teeth and opens his mouth to scold you but instead, he loudly groans at the feeling of your warm mouth. Your lips are wrapped prettily around the tip of his hard cock as you blink up at him, the soft and sweet bats of your eyelashes cause him to grip your hair even tighter.

Obediently, you place your hands against his thighs and open your mouth into the shape of a perfect ‘o’. You’re giving him complete permission to use your throat how he desires, it’s a show of kindness on your end.

This act of exhibitionism is all his brother’s fault and Diluc just might have to ban him from the bar because of it.

Everyone in the whole Teyvat knows what happens when you and Diluc get put alone in a room together.

You want to thank Kaeya for this mischievous act because now, you have Diluc fucking your throat in broad daylight while waiting for some stupid permit he needed to get from the knights.

He’s already angry being back in this place, being around these people, and his patience is wearing thin. It’s a good thing he has you to keep him grounded, nice and calm.

“Fucking take it all. I want them all to hear.” His balls slap your chin as spit pools past your lips and cascades down your throat.

Maybe not all that nice and calm.

Kaeya

“Kaeya, maybe we shouldn’t,”

“Oh ho, you’re not suddenly religious now, are you?”

With Kaeya’s large hands running over your hips, pulling you tighter against his pelvis, you know that it would be impossible to run away now.

“Besides, we’re a little too late to be stopping.” His quiet laughter sounds like a melody in your ears as he works his lips along your neck to calm you down. It works. Softly, his warm kisses gently grace your skin and you instantly tilt your head back to allow him more access. You can feel Kaeya grin against your throat as your head falls back against his shoulder.

It’s not hard to believe that Kaeya could convince you to fuck behind the cathedral, he’s always been persuasive.

“Please, just fuck me already,” You spit out in a hushed whisper, glaring at the man behind you that you call your own. His lips twitch into a smile before he bites down on your throat hard.

“Aren’t you a naughty little thing?” Kaeya uses one hand to toy with his belt, undoing it with ease while pushing down the zipper to the confines of his pants. “How would the Lord Barbatos feel hearing you speak like that?” You don’t have the luxury to think about it, not when Kaeya is already slipping the tip of his hard cock between your thighs. “Better yet, do you want him to hear?”

Your hand slaps to your mouth to stifle a moan, both because of Kaeya’s words and the action of him swiftly entering your tight cunt. He doesn’t even bother hiding the groan that leaves his own lips.

“No, no, no. Let them hear,” He coos into your ear before gently biting on the appendage, pulling it between his teeth before sucking on the skin in a lewd manner. His teasing moans, desperate and loud, only fuel the pit of desire in your stomach. Kaeya grabs your wrists and pins them onto your back, holding you against his chest so that you don’t hit the cold stone wall of the cathedral. “I want all of Mondstadt to hear you. Wake them up for me, angel.”

“Kaeya,” You refuse to be any louder than a whisper as you suck in harsh breaths to keep yourself under control. The cavalry captain is proving it harder and harder to do just that, with the loud claps of his hips against your ass and the squelches muffled between your thighs. Every lewd noise possible is a result of your two bodies and you can’t get enough of it.

“Fuck me harder!” Your demand makes him laugh, even louder than before and Kaeya smiles at the glare you’re sending him. He momentarily pulls out of you before flipping you around and pushing you against the stone wall. Before you even get the chance to complain, he’s fucking you with a ferocity that makes you see stars. Your leg is hooked over his arm, head knocked back against the outside walls as you cry out in pleasure. “Archons, more, please!”

Again, all Kaeya can do is laugh.

With the way that you are begging and pleading, all seven of them will appear before Kaeya is even halfway done with you.

“Be careful what you wish for, dearest."

Pierro

“Come in,” Pierro doesn’t look up from his paperwork as you enter the large meeting room. You take this opportunity to let out a quiet sigh as you softly close the large heavy doors. “lock it.”

So he is paying attention.

You do as he desires and lock the thick wooden doors, sealing your fate for where you’ll be spending your time the next handful of hours. As if you’re following a routine, you walk deeper into the dark and empty room. You stand right before Pierro on his side as you wait for him to acknowledge you again.

His lack of attention doesn’t really bother you all too much because this way, you get to look the old man up and down. His large body fits snugly in the fancy Fatui head chair and you nearly start to squirm when you notice his thick fingers drumming against the table. At the slightest brush of your thighs pressing together, Pierro grabs your hip with his hand.

“Sit.” He ushers you to sit on the table, you do so without any fight.

Pierro glances at you, harsh eyes almost softening ever so slightly before he turns back to the paper in front of him. He almost looks like he is contemplating something for a brief second until he ultimately decides to push the papers out of his way. The light material falls to the floor with a gentle brush of the wind.

The harbinger instead now focuses on you and the intense stare coming from his beautiful eye causes you to blush. He doesn’t say anything about the flushed expression, instead, he focuses on pulling your hips and moving you toward the edge of the table.

Pierro stands once you’re placed in the center of the wood and then pushes his chair back and kneels before you. With no hesitation, your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders, creating a stretch in your thighs that burns deliciously.

“Don’t be too loud now, pet.” He commands while flipping your skirt up onto your stomach, he pauses at the sight of your pastel panties. The tiny bow on the front makes his chest ache with desire. Oh, he’s going to ruin you. “We don’t have time to waste.”

And he doesn’t waste a single second more, not as he pushes your panties to the side and immediately brings his hot tongue to your entrance. The older man is skilled in this, in pleasuring you and fucking you.

“Oh my,” You whine, bringing your hips up to his face. Pierro slams your hips down to the wood, pinning you with his hands. He bites your clit as a warning, don’t interrupt him, before he goes back to lapping up your folds. His large nose rubs against your swollen bud ferociously, bumping into it each time he licks and swallows.

The noises filling the room are becoming louder and louder, his neat slurps and darts of his tongue, heavy groans and slams of his hand against your thighs. You can barely hold yourself together.

That is until the sound of the door budging yanks you from your pleasure.

“We are meeting in here today, right?” Signora’s soft voice comes from behind the door and you whimper when she pulls on the golden door handle. “No fair. I thought we were all taking turns with them today.”

Xiao

“Isn’t this like disrespectful or something?” You murmur lowly, unable to look the statue before you in the eyes.

“To who?” Xiao pays no mind to your shame and continues to guide your hips against his lap, digging his nails in your ass. Your hold on his shoulders tightens as you feel him in the pit of your stomach, had it not been for the slow pace you would have been on the floor spasming by now. But, Xiao wanted to take you slowly today.

Instead of staring at the statue of the Geo Archon, you try to focus on anything but him. You look at the mountains and the pretty yellow leaves painting the scenery. However, every time you glance from side to side you find yourself making eye contact with the stone figure.

“He’s staring at me, Xiao,” You squirm in his lap, pitifully whining into his ear as you try to focus on anything but the bare abdomen of the Geo Archon before you. Who thought it was a good idea to fuck on top of one of the statue of the seven?

“He doesn’t care.” The Adeptus gruffly snaps, ignoring you once more as he forces you to swirl your hips. The deep penetration makes your toes curls and you firmly press your chest against Xiao’s in an attempt to get even closer to him.

“Kiss?” You quietly beg, placing your lips on his jaw. Xiao rolls his eyes before gripping your chin and shoving your lips together. It’s a messy affair, the type that ends with spit drenching your lips.

Xiao is skilled in the way he moves his tongue against your own, coaxing the shy muscle to follow his lead. He kisses you with passion and grips the back of your neck to hold you still as he literally steals the air from your lungs. All you can do is hold on and pray that you’ll leave this makeout session alive. The loud smacks of lips, the ‘ahs’, and moans only make you even more desperate for Xiao. You grind down on his lap, relishing in the way he chokes and stiffens at the loss of control.

You both pull away panting but Xiao doesn’t let you go without another peck. One peck leads into another, into another, and before you know it his lips are back permanently against your own. This time you find your tongue in his mouth, being sucked on with his pretty lips.

In the midst of your pleasure and in your foggy mind, you swear you hear a deep chuckle.

You try to push Xiao away, but he doesn’t let you get too far and decides to attack your neck instead.

Again, you make eye contact with the stone statue and cringe.

“He can’t like hear us or see us, right?”

“He’s lucky if he can.”

“Xiao!” You lightly slap the Yaksha’s bicep and try to ignore the deep stare of the Geo Archon, but it feels too real. Xiao can sense your distraction and grabs your jaw to kiss you again. This time, you fall back into it with no hesitation and the brief distraction of the statue flies over your head.

It’s always better like this anyway, with all of your attention on Xiao.

You don’t even notice the way he quietly snaps at the air to leave you two alone.

#albedo smut #diluc smut #kaeya smut #Pierro smut #Xiao smut #genshin smut #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #Pierro x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #xiaos spicy almond tofu #in my defense this was ten times better when I first wrote it lol #my next smut will be better I promiseeee #im so sleepy lamee

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lemonwrap · 4 months

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Imagine: werewolf Ghost turning Soap to save his life.

The mission to find Makarov goes to shit. Ghost isn’t there in time to prevent Soap from being shot. He is there in time to see Makarov fire a bullet straight through Soap’s skull, to see his beloved sergeant crumple to the ground like a sack of bricks.

He’s over to Soap’s side in a flash, clutching him close and calling his name frantically as the blood pours out. Soap is quickly dying, and there’s nothing he can do.

No, there’s one thing.

He shifts faster than he ever has in his life, in less than thirty seconds. A werewolf’s bite does nothing unless they’re in their wolf form. His clothes and gear are torn to shreds, and he pays no mind to Gaz and Price nearby as he grabs Soap’s arm, and, in a fit of desperation, sinks his teeth in.

It was the one thing he vowed he would never do. He would never turn a human. But he can’t let Soap go, he can’t just not do the one thing that could save his life. With a werewolf’s superior healing, Soap might have a chance.

Soap doesn’t die, but it’s a damn near thing. They take him to a nearby hospital, get him admitted and under the care of multiple doctors.

That was three days ago. It’s common knowledge that a human bitten by a shifted werewolf would turn within three days, and Ghost hopes that Soap is still unconscious when it happens, because the first time is a terrifying, painful process. He had been turned by Roba in his twenties. All day, he watches Soap carefully, but the man shows no signs of waking up from his medically induced coma.

Soap doesn’t wake up for another two weeks. When he does, he’s confused and utterly disoriented, and doesn’t recognize Ghost or the rest of the 141. Ghost pretends it doesn’t hurt. Even so, Ghost tells him that he had bitten Soap to save him, and Soap understands, is grateful even, thanking Ghost.

Despite his initial condition, Soap’s healing is remarkable. After a week, he recognizes his comrades again, and seems to be relieved of some of the confusion he had experienced. The wound near his temple begins to close up.

Ghost spends most of his days in Soap’s room. That room is where Soap and Ghost share their first kiss, Soap’s shaking hands grasping at Ghost’s jacket as their lips meet, Ghost whispering a soft Johnny against his lips.

Soap healed extraordinarily well, but even the healing powers of a werewolf can’t fully diminish the off and on numbness in his limbs, tremors, mood swings, and brain fog.

They medically discharge him.

Soap goes home to Scotland, and Ghost follows. For a week, they settle in, but Soap shows no signs of transforming, despite his apparent possession of a werewolf’s regenerative abilities.

It’s a good day when Soap shifts for the first time. He’s bright and happy, like the sergeant Ghost knew before, and his confusion is almost entirely gone. His tremors lessen, and Soap hasn’t complained of the numbness that sometimes annoyed him.

What he does complain about is the sudden onset of a full-body ache, as if his bones themselves are throbbing. He becomes suddenly irritable, clawing at his skin and hair and pacing, snapping at Ghost and groaning in pain.

These are signs he knows. Soap’s going to transform, and he’s going to transform quick now that it’s set in.

“Ghost, w-what do I do?!” Soap stammers, looking like he’s trying not to panic, his eyes wide and filled with fear. He’s never seen Soap panic before.

“Just relax, Johnny,” Ghost says soothingly, because he knows there’s nothing he can do other than support him. Nothing can stop lycanthropy except death. “It’ll be alright.”

“It hurts!” Soap cries out sharply, and then his cry becomes a choked sound not unlike a growl. He drops to his knees and hunches over, putting his hands on his head and gripping his hair between his fingers.

And then he starts to shift.

His mouth elongates into a snarling muzzle, baring sharp white canines, his ears lengthen and migrate to the top of his head, and the hair he’s holding between his fingers turns into fur. Soap sobs and says something that sounds like Ghost’s name, but then his vocal chords change, too, and it turns into a throaty bark. His spine and bones lengthen and grow denser, his fingernails morph into sharp claws, and a tail grows out of his spine as patches of fur grow over his skin.

It’s a few harrowing moments filled with Soap’s agonized cries and whines that make up Soap’s first shift. Ghost knows the feeling, and his stomach knots with sympathy. His own first shift had been one of the most painful things he had ever experienced.

Now fully shifted, Soap is huge, easily eight feet tall when standing upright, with a brown pelt just like his hair, a stripe along his back, long limbs, sharp claws, and a fluffy tail. His wild blue eyes, alight with fear, fixate on Ghost. Ghost tenses, nearly expecting Soap to try to attack him. He knows Soap could rip him apart before he’d have the chance to shift and fight back. That’s what he did to Roba, after all.

Soap does no such thing.

Instead, Soap lets out a whimper and curls in on himself, his tail going between his legs and his claws digging scratches into the floor. He doesn’t look like an eight foot tall killing machine, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“Johnny?” Ghost says quietly.

Soap’s blue eyes glance over to him, and he lets out another pleading whimper. His eyes hold a look of betrayal, of sorrow, of why me? His jaws open and something strangled comes out, like Soap’s trying to speak, but Ghost knows that they can’t, not in this form.

“Oh, Johnny,” he murmurs, and cautiously steps forward. He knows it’s dangerous to get in another werewolf’s space like this, but it’s Soap. When it comes to Soap, all rational thoughts fly out the window.

He reaches forward and gently touches Soap’s arm. Soap stiffens, and Ghost thinks he’s fucked up big time until Soap stumbles onto his hind legs, nuzzles into the crook of Ghost’s neck, and wraps his arms around Ghost. His claws catch on Ghost’s clothing and dig in as he grips Ghost tightly, and Ghost is momentarily stunned. He had acted in no such manner the first time he had shifted.

“See, Johnny? I told you it’d be alright,” Ghost says softly when he gets over his brief moment of surprise.

Soap stays shifted for the rest of the day, and shifts back as soon as his body is able.

It’s from there that Ghost teaches Soap how to handle his werewolf form. He transforms with Soap often, and they travel through the fields near Soap’s cabin, wrestle, play, and bond.

Ghost has never felt as understood or happy in his entire life. It’s a good life, what they’ve made for themselves.

#Wrote this in like an hour #The original plan was that Soap got stabbed but then MWIII came out lol #call of duty #cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghoap #soapghost #ghostsoap #werewolf soap #werewolf ghost #werewolves #drabble #lemonwrap writes #lame ending sorry guys

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