Celestialzdiviner - Geto's Simp

𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊

➸ He hates you… right?

Scenario:

The snow crunched underfoot as {{user}}, the newest recruit to Scaramouche’s team, trudged behind the Sixth Harbinger of the Fatui. The cold air bit at their cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the icy demeanor of their superior. Scaramouche made no secret of his disdain for having an assistant and went out of his way to make {{user}}’s life difficult.

As they moved deeper into the snow-covered forest, Scaramouche suddenly halted, his eyes narrowing. “Stay alert,” he commanded. “Something’s not right.”

Before {{user}} could respond, a group of masked figures emerged from the trees, weapons drawn. An ambush. Scaramouche immediately launched into battle, his movements swift and deadly. {{user}} followed suit, fending off attackers as best they could.

During the fight, {{user}} noticed a figure creeping up behind Scaramouche, a glint of steel in their hand. Without thinking, {{user}} lunged, putting themselves between the blade and Scaramouche. Pain exploded through their side as the weapon found its mark.

Scaramouche turned just in time to see {{user}} collapse. For a moment, his eyes widened in shock. Then, a wave of fury washed over him, and he unleashed a devastating attack, lightning crackling through the air as he fought the remaining enemies.

When the last of the attackers lay defeated, Scaramouche rushed to {{user}}’s side. Blood seeped from the wound, staining the snow crimson. His hands shook as he inspected the injury.

“Idiot,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual venom. “Why would you do something so foolish?”

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this got me feeling things omfg-

thE WAY HE FORGETS WE’RE MARRIED CUZ OF HOW GOOD IT FEELS SHDNBA 🤭🤭

✧ ⁺˳ cw. fem! reader. husband nanami, whiney nanami, brēeding, cowgirl, mdni. adding to this

riding nanami so good that it makes him want to propose. focusing his weight purely on his rocking chair, the continuous creaks sing as you’re rutting back and forth. “s- sweetheart,” he slurs in a dreamy tune, a baritone-like rasp falling on his words. one hand of his grips toward your waist, tracing a thumb against the pretty curvature of your torso. whining yourself, you lean in toward his neck to bury your face near the crook, but he makes you collapse back. “no, no. don’t hide from me, wanna see those eyes,” and as gentle, mahogany irises meet your own, he groans. “good girl, my good girl. jus’ keep lookin’ at me, yeah.”

“kennnn,” you whimper, the repetitive dragging of your hips scratching a bittersweet carnal itch near the insides of your brain. his body heat was scorching hot, you thought you were gonna melt. the insatiable skin slapping against skin makes you deliriously numb, you want more. with your loose jaw hanging itself open, drooping—you lean in to lick a stripe up his neck. “fuck, ‘s good. mhm,” and each time you slam back and forth against him, he kisses his teeth. nanami’s sweating profusely, he barely even notices though because his entire attention’s focused on you. his pretty girl. although, the moment you start to dip your hips in a deep circular rotation, he tosses his head back.

“fuckin’ s- shittt,” he swears, and even his curses sounded so blissful . . sinful. for the first time in forever, nanami whines. the palm of his hand then closes in on your ass to give it a good firm squeeze. with fawn strands covering his eyes, he starts to shake. with his hefty chest heaving and a needy tone pouring from his voice, his gaze meets yours once more. “marry me, m- marry me, i need you to be my wife, please.”

an eyebrow of yours quirk upward at his words as a smile pierces its way against your spit-slicked lips. you throw your arms over his broad shoulders before giving him a sweet reply.

“hm?” and your hips had him going insane—the tempo, it was just right. not too fast nor too slow. the centers of your jittery knees bury itself into the sides of the chair before you whisper into his ear. “did you forget, baby? ‘m already your wife.”

nanami moans, your voice was enough to make him spasm right then and there—you sounded so sweet but your insides felt even sweeter.

your sloppy cunt grips against him tight like a vice, simply clinging onto him for dear life. within each pull and bounce against his lap, your walls were so gummy and goopy. it was just tantalizing. you were nothing but a tease and he only craved for more as each second passes.

taking in every inch of his thick cock, you hold back a noise yourself. digging the edges of your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress an incoming squeal, you kiss his neck — it was slow, you create a soft trail of butterflies with your lips. marking his neck with your own wings that press against your mouth.

“hah, oh . . are we?” he responds, panting. with a hand still glued to your hip like it’s made of adhesive, his eyes meets his ring finger. you and him were definitely still married. he groans, feeling a lump in his throat equivalent to the size of a saucer. “ah, forgive me sweetheart. ‘m sorry, y- your hips are just so..”

he doesn’t even bother trying to finish his trembling sentence before his cock kisses up against your g-spot once more. not just an ordinary kiss though, a french kiss.

it’s sloppy, passionate, and exquisitely thorough.

tangled fingers of yours claw at his cerulean blue dress collar. with cobwebs and cobwebs of slick saliva sloshing against each mouth — he huffs, shivering from your hands to roam further down his work shirt he wore. nanami was sexily slouched back, two thighs spread open for you with a single leg bouncing up and down in anticipation.

oh, he was close. his base sags and hangs as you’re rutting against him quicker and quicker. with a nice amount of fingers scraping through his hair and toying your fingertips with his scalp, you dip your tongue further into his mouth. “m- my love,” he purrs, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so whiney. his voice was melodic at most, each breaking syllable making the throbbing between your legs intensify. “don’t stop, please—i love you, i love you.”

“i love you too ‘ken,” you babble, feeling the elastic stretch curve and pull through your walls.

your lips part and you moan before feeling him hold your waist tight. nanami groans against your ear and it’s so low that it was almost a mere growl. it could have easily been mistaken as a growl with the raspiness in his voice. with your knees continuing to plow deeper into the chair, bouncing back and forth, he spanks you, again, and again, and again.

nanami’s about to come, you know once his prettily blown irises roll wayyy back until he’s seeing white and his thin brows curl into a proper furrow.

each sloppy bounce against his lap punctuates so good that he’s barely able to hold his moans back by now. you had him hooked. his faint poking dimples press together as he tries to speak, but instead of words, another dragging whine escapes. leaning up against his ear, your warm breath tickles his lobe. “c’mon, kento. cum in me, ‘s okay. make a mess in me, baby.”

“f- fuck, lee talk to me just like that, sweetheart ‘n i might,” he replies back in a shaky tone, feeling a chill reside up his spine.

your cunt’s addictive warmth was preparing to milk him for all that he’s worth. as he clenches down on his jaw for the umpteenth time, his grip against your waist tightens. “ugh, ‘s gonna be so much. so much for you, my sweet l- love,” and as he’s rambling, a thick load abruptly shoots into your core, dribbling into your womb. it’s hot, and when it rains it pours. nanami swallows thickly, the same lump that lived in his throat was now forming into a ball. your hips steadily slow down and you glance down to see the lewd mess emitting deeply into you. it’s so much—it’s velvety, creamy ropes of cum that quickly fill you up to the very top. as his tip spits such sloppy amounts of seed into your starved cunt, he bites his lip. “oh, ‘s still comin’ out. forgive me, ‘m givin’ you all of me, princess.”

with a soft smile, you kiss near the crevice of his mouth where a tiny crinkle caresses and marinates against his soft features. “don’t apologize for being dirty, ken. ‘s okay.” and his face softens at your words. nanami feels his body shudder with heat from how gentle you were with him.

you’re clinging onto him dry and he’s still pumping you full of ridiculous inches—featuring his beloved, syrupy textured cum. it’s a whopping amount that he could barely process how much he’s gifted to you until he actually looks down. the moment chest deflates, the sensitive crown head of his cock gives your sweetest spot its final chaste kiss. satisfied with being filled to the very brim, you don’t get off just yet. instead, you remain there, gently brushing your hips forward.

“m- marry me,” he repeats, his voice cracking.

nanami hears the squelches and spurts your own pussy makes from the residue of cum spewing from the undersides of your legs. “ah,” and he grips your chin, attempting to kiss you but his lips instead reach toward your chin. you worn him out, he’s barely even reaching your mouth and it’s cute. nanami’s got hooded half lidded eyes and a pried open mouth. he’s almost drooling for you, that’s how whipped you had him. “be my wife, i need you.”

kissing his cheek, you smile at his current pussy drunken state. taking a mental image to savor this moment forever, a thumb brushes its way against his tender cheek. “i'm your wife already, silly,” and his eyes dramatically roll back in rapture again. nanami’s releases always last long, and he’s still getting over it. his dick twitches from the sound of your voice, and he wanted more of his sweet sweet wife. the feeling of your sopping walls squeezing him for every ounce of cum he’s got makes him grunt. it feels so good that it’s almost heavenly. it’s warm and insanely sticky — oozing in ropey wads from your hole before trickling all near his lap. “all yours, ken.”

“all m- mine,” he repeats breathlessly, gently grabbing your wrist up to his mouth.

with a sheepish exhale leaving his lips, a free hand slithers its way toward your tummy. sighing deeply, nanami makes direct eye contact. “my love,” he repeats for a final time, and you gasp once he suddenly pulls out.

pouting for a second at feeling empty, he makes you lie flat on your back. nanami’s got a feral look in his eyes, broad shoulders raising up and down and messy unkempt strands all in his face, he wants one thing tonight and it’s you.

as he spreads your quavering legs open with a single hand, he then creeps two fingers toward your stuffed cunt to smear his cum near your entrance. “since we’re already married, let me g- give you a baby, sweetheart. you’d be such a good m- mommy.”

plEASEEEEEE

it did smth to me omg hELPHSHDJA

SHE'S IN MY TV !

Synopsis! Sleepy Choso gets a little wet dream about his girlfriend (you), in an odd way.

۪ Pairings! Kamo Choso x reader

⋆Contents! Reader is Sadako in Choso's dreams, Wet dream, p in v, raw sex, MDNI!

The last thing he remembered was stretching out on the worn, undersized couch in his dingy, cramped apartment. The stale scent of old takeout lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of burnt popcorn. 

His eyes, heavy with fatigue, drifted lazily from one fuzzy TV channel to another, the static-filled screen flickering with a monotonous succession of shitty shows. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second. Just as he felt himself slipping away, the TV landed on a relatively "interesting" movie. 

Choso, barely conscious, decided to give in to the drowsiness–”Five minutes” is all he needed. His eyes, still trying to fight off the sleepiness, flickered open just enough to catch a glimpse of something on the TV…or rather—someone. 

“What—the fuck,” he muttered to himself, eyes widening in disbelief. He watched as a pale hand pushed through the screen, emerging as if the TV were a portal to another world. Long, silky hair draped down over the flickering edges of the screen, followed by the woman's thick, meaty thighs. 

Her perfect hourglass figure cascaded through the white gown she wore, her silhouette hauntingly beautiful and terrifying. Choso could only stare, frozen in shock and awe, as she continued to emerge from the television, “You’re not real...” he muttered to the woman, his voice barely a whisper. She showed no intention of listening to him, her movements deliberate and unyielding. 

Her long hair covered her face, adding to her eerie presence as she crawled closer to Choso, "Fuck me," her voice was low and husky as she reached the small, dingy couch, her body leaning towards Choso. He could feel himself growing rock hard under his grey sweatpants.

Why the hell was he even getting hard right now? Maybe it was the way she seductively giggled as he squirmed under her touch—or maybe it was the fact that she was a carbon copy of you. You but…terrifying.

Was his head fucking with him? He knew you weren’t going to be home for a while, so why were you here and—dressed like that?

Despite all those questions saturating his mind…he found his long veiny cock shamelessly pounding into your cunt, at least he thinks it you? “Nngh Cho~” You cried out as he had your face flat down on the floor with your ass in the air. 

His dick throbbed at the sound of your needy cries, it was you. It had to be you—those mesmerizing mewls and cries. “Fuck ya’ so tight f’me.” Choso hissed, his eyes focused on your peachy ass in front of his face. 

The skin slapping and the squelching overtaking the sound in the small crappy apartment. His skin flushed as he threw his head back, your cunt squeezing him so good. “F–faster cho~” you whine as you look back with those pleading eyes. 

You didn’t need to tell him twice—one hand on your hip as he thrusted deeper, harder and faster, while he had his thumb pressing down on your asshole. Your cunt throbbing with each thrust “Yes–ah baby.” You stuttered. 

He smirked to himself as he felt the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he watched your ass constantly slap onto his thighs, “Fuck,” He heaved as he felt the knot feeling in his stomach. “Baby I’m gonna f’ fucking cum—” 

He sat up straight, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as he heard the door open. The sweat on his forehead running down the side of his face as he looked down, his cock visibly hard. 

His gaze turns to the door as you walk in, 

“Why are you so sweaty?”

AUGHHHH THE THINGS HE COULD DO TO ME HAJDBDJAJ 🤭🤭

man.... sylus' hands are fucking huge...

omg— YES I WANT U PLEASE HSJDBDJA

ahem.

anyway.

😇

₊˚⊹♡ HOOK, LINE AND SINKER.

" 𝐇𝐌𝐌 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 very patient, are you? Seems like a virtue I'll have to teach you."

A whine sits high in your throat and you have to swallow several times in order to keep quiet, watching through a heavy lidded gaze as Zayne once again aligns his pool cue with the ball. You should be embarrassed by your current position, ashamed that you had managed to get yourself pinned down like this, but the mere sinful sight of him is enough to make you wish you could clench your thighs together.

What was supposed to be a simple lesson in pool had unfolded into a shameless display of debauchery. Zayne was testing your patience and you were testing his self control.

The clink of a ball hitting the surface of another reels your thoughts back to the present moment and you bite down hard on your bottom lip when you meet Zayne's gaze. He hardly looked like the man you knew — respected doctor, known colleague and close friend. If anything he looked like a predator ready to pounce at its prey, hazel eyes darkened by black rings around his irises and black strands of hair brushing across his brows.

He blows out a hot breath where he's still nestled between your thighs and you whimper, the sensitive skin there responding nicely, drawing out just the reaction he wanted. He wanted to rile you up, wind you up tight until you'd tremble and break down from nothing more than a simple touch.

Ever so slowly he lowers his head until his mouth ghosts over your clothed cunt, taking a sinful inhale before a sly smile spreads across his lips. "She's quivering," he whispers and you can feel every single syllable against your skin. Your clit throbs and your nails dig into the worsted wool beneath you, anchoring you to nothing. Your panties are far beyond ruined by now, stained with silky evidence of how badly you needed him to do something, anything.

"You're dripping, sweet girl. And I haven't even touched you yet..." A breath, a chuckle that hums underneath your heated skin. "Is that how bad you want me?"

The sound of his breathy laugh is enough to make you tilt your hips up, chasing those honeyed lips that spoke so many vulgar phrases, pouting at him. With ease he pushes you back down with a gloved hand before he murmurs, "Too bad. I have four more balls to sink."

Should I also make bots for Janitor AI? I feel like it'll be fun with no filter blocking...

If I do start making bots for Janitor AI, don't worry - I ain't abandoning Character AI HEHE <3