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MASTERLIST

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-> Degrees of Lewdity

Initiate

Male (Pure) Sydney x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: 18+ MDNI, dub-con, exhibitionism, chastity cage, oral (f. receiving)

An initiate who hasn't been seen in the temple in weeks, Sydney wonders what happened to you. Your visits to the church lessened and lessened, until one day you just stopped showing up. Your presence wasn't forgotten quickly, not just by him, but by all other members of the church. Whispers would flow through the walls, whispers of impurity, of falling into lust.

At school you were the pinnacle of kindness and popularity. Loved by all, and sweet even to those who aren't to you. He finds it hard to believe what the other initiates say. Yet you still never visited the temple.

Sydney knows it's wrong to follow you, he asked the goddess for forgiveness, but curiosity gets the better of him. What would keep someone formally so committed to the church away from it? And what it was, was a strange building. Only a few streets away from the shop his father had purchased, he watched you enter that unmarked place, the filthy metal grey door closing behind you. It was in an awful part of town, and sketchy as well. After hours went by, his worry for you grew.

Grasping at his cross, Sydney followed you inside. He was met with an awful scent, similar to the communion wine, but stronger, loud pounding music, and worst of all, a plethora of people, none of them looking as if they had good intentions. In the middle of the room was a stage, and on the stage was you. In a state of undress, you were only covering your modesty with a pair of underwear. So thin it could barely be called fabric, more like strings on your groin, not leaving much to the imagination.

He flushed beneath his thick glasses, wanting to say something, but also finding himself entranced with the crowd of people. Your dancing was mesmerizing, your body…Sydney gulped and gripped his holy pendant tighter. Your body was heavenly, even as sweat soaked between every crevice of it. Your plush thighs gripping the pole in front of you, your heel clad feet making you twirl, showing off all your assets.

The voice in his head that's telling him to leave is drowned out by the feeling in his shorts. For the first time in his life, his chastity cage holding his cock is uncomfortable, it's too tight, it's painful as his hardening length presses against the confines. He tries to leave, but he can't. Not when you're on the floor of the stage dancing, money cushioning the hard wood as more wads of cash are thrown at you.

The people around the stage are like ravenous animals, hands clawing for just a touch of your skin. Their lips spew such venomous words of what they want to do to you, objectifying your body in ways he's never heard before. Some are even…fondling themselves. It's a sight that makes him gasp in shock, turning his head away before forcing himself to look back. Sure enough it's true, as you dance lewdly across the floor, they're touching themselves. It's disgusting. But he doesn't feel himself growing softer in his pants.

You sit with your legs open, already towards the crowd with a mischievous smile. Your finger dips inside your thong, hooking around the fabric. Slowly, tantalizing, you pull it down your body, down your thighs, down your shins, and last your heels. You hold the thong up with your legs still spread, your pussy dripping as you toss it out into the crowd, where they practically tackle each other to take it.

Up on that stage where you sit naked, body bare for everyone to see, money being tossed at you left and right, you finally lock eyes with him. It's be hard not to notice him, clearly out of place in a grimy area such as this, and still wearing his neat school uniform. A look of shock forms on your face when you see him there, shock and shame, but it's gone before any of your patrons can notice. You're back to being a temptress, an erotic dancer of the night, you curl your finger at him, beckoning him closer. Like his body has no mind of his own, he steps to you.

You ease yourself closer to the edge of the stage, the height of it meaning he's face to face with your dripping core between your legs. He's never been so close to something like this before, not outside the church. It's glistening beneath the flashing lights and only getting wetter as his hazel eyes look upon it. The smell is intoxicating, sweet like honey, he wonders if your nectar tastes the same.

“C’mon, lick it,” your voice so sultry it's like a song, you gesture for him to come even closer, until he can feel the what of your cunt against his face, “Give them a show.”

He looks around at the room of peopy, all eyes on him. They're hungry. They're ravenous. They're waiting patiently. With shaking hands he reaches up to spread your folds, begging the goddess for forgiveness once again. His hesitant tongue slithers from his mouth and he traces a reluctant lick all the way from your hole to your slit. The taste is…delectable.

Sydney pulls away from a second, thinking about what he'd just done, but when he looks up and meets your eyes, your cheeks flushed as you pant, he can't find it in himself to care. He dives back into your cunt, lapping away at your folds messily. His tongue finds it's way inside you, his hand reaching up to rub at your clit. If you're putting on a performance, it's a good one, moaning and squirming against his ministrations.

He can hear the way the crowd cheers, hear their filthy words and disgusting comments. He can hear it all, but if sounds like nothing to him. Nothing matters to him. Not when you're tangling your fingers in his hair and dripping down his chin, coating his face in that delectable, honeyed wetness. His glasses grow foggy, but it doesn't matter. His fingers dig into your thighs as he sucks at your clit, making your hips buck off of the stage.

“Ahh…yes…yes Sydney, just like that,” you moan for him, body trembling beneath his touch.

He'll have to stay on his knees for hours to pray for salvation and hope for forgiveness, it's only fair that he does. His chest heaving he looks down at his shorts, they're damp to the touch. He steps in an alleyway to the side to check on himself, opening his pants he sees his caged cock, covered and smeared in a white fluid.

You cum for him beautifully, a sense of pride filling him as you yank your body away from his touch to spasm on the stage. Your twitching cunt dripping down on all the bills below you. The crowds burst into cheers as Sydney’s mind looses it's cloudiness, as realization hits him. You pick up your clothes to leave the stage, but he's already rushing out the door before you can even dress. Out the door and down the street, he pants while wiping his mouth, trying to collect himself and think of what he did.

Yandere! Arlecchino x Fem! Reader

TW: 18+ MDNI, Yandere themes, BDSM, Pet Play, Name Calling (. pet), Heel Kissing

Imagine being Arlecchino's personal pet. Being doted on and pampered like an dog. Collared like one as well, you have a red strap of leather around your neck, with her name etched into it. You tremble when she loops her finger through that band to pull you closer, placing a belittling kiss on the tip of your nose.

You're so soft spoken, your eyes so empty and dull. You stand so straight, never slouching, never looking upon anything unnecessary. Never speaking unless spoken to. You'd look to your master before making any decisions.

"So well trained you are, my pet," she'd murmur, her hand gripping your cheeks. You could feel her nails, claw-like and sharp, digging ever so slightly into the fat of your face.

Always collared, but rarely leashed, Arlecchino would sometimes put a long chain around your neck, a vibrant red strap at the end for her to hold. You'd trail after her, the sound of her heels clicking almost luring you into a trance. Let yourself fall behind and you'll be met with a harsh tug at that chain, pulling you forward, and making you stumble.

"I hate punishing you," she'll purr, but you'll still be on your knees before her. She'll sit in front of you, extending one of those heeled feet out to you. You're expected to take that shoe into you hands, hold it as if it were delicate and place a chaste kiss against the tip of it. Look up at her while you're doing, meet her eyes, and you'll be met with a very subtle smile on her lips.

"Such a good girl for me, my pet,"

I love your portrayal of both fatui scara and wanderer! I think you've captured them both so well! And I'd love to see more of your shy wanderer!

If anyone ever asks, I prefer Scaramouche cause I like my men mean <3

Shy! Wanderer x Fem! Reader

"I don't understand why you brought me here," he grumbled. Always sounding so angry and rude with that voice, you'd think he was actually upset, if not for the way his cheeks were turning red. He tried to shoot you a glare, but what came out was only a cute little pout of his lips instead.

"I thought you liked tea?" You questioned back, mimicking his pout. You'd brought him to one of the many cafes in Sumeru, the type of place you heard he frequented, "Or did you just want to leave?"

When he saw you making an effort to get up and grab your belongings, he stopped you quickly by placing a cold, clammy hand over yours. He bashfully looked to the side, out the window and at nothing in particular, "There's no point in going anywhere if we just got here,"

You sat back down with a dramatic sigh, only pretending after all. His features looked so gorgeous in the light of the desert sunset, his eyes almost looking like they were glowing. You noticed that he hadn't let go of your hand yet, you assured him that you weren't leaving, yet he still held it. You let him, even giving him a reassuring squeeze that made his cheeks turn a painful shade of red.

"Why won't you just admit that you like being on a date with me?" You cooed playfully.

"This is not a date," he retorted back faster than you expected. But the blush on his face and the way he interlocked his fingers with yours said otherwise.

My god, I'm playing the newest update and him having an oral fixation too!! His long claws could be gripping your hair as he cums, the swell of his knot in your mouth making you leak drool and semen.

Wanting to write more Wolf boy! Whitney...