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dawnlave · 2 years

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the devil works hard but smut writers work harder

pantalone and ( prime ) dottore pamper you

nsfw . mdni . (sub) female reader (afab, she/her usage)

cockwarming, size kink, slight infantilization, slight threesome, unspecified relationships, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, slight humiliation, basically they’re dressing you up for a ball

i might write a signora + arlecchino x reader sandwich tomorrow. my demons just took over, here, PHEW 😮‍💨

“p-please… can’t sit still anymore…”

“sh, shhh my darling,” pantalone hushed against your tears. his voice was calm and gentle like the wind, even with his touch to match. he made you feel safe, as if peace could somehow envelope your body in this cold, dark palace.

“but you’re doing so good for us already,” dottore whispered from behind. as you sat on his lap, your back to his front, he landed two pats on your left thigh, making you jolt. the two men in the room didn’t even try hiding their light laughter at your little reactions.

such evil, they were—having you sit still on dottore’s lap with his hardened cock inside of you. he was too big for you. even his hand, which now squeezed at your thigh, was so large. his natural grip alone kept you pinned down and squirming on his lap.

his shaft was so warm, you could feel it pulsing against your own throbbing walls. and you were sure he could feel it—the way your insides squeezed him so nicely.

“i’m going to continue,” pantalone told you, planting the sweetest of kisses on your cheek. “okay, princess?”

he gave you a kind-looking smile when you nodded your tear-soaked head, before eventually progressing. the ninth harbinger then lowered himself to his knees, hands moving to gently grab at your ankle. he looped on the most delicate yet extravagant thigh garters you had ever seen up your leg—one that could be fitting for even her majesty herself.

and yet here he was, putting such an expensive jewelry on you.

“do you like it?” dottore hummed against your neck. “we thought it would be so fitting for a doll—though, pantalone is more of a stylist than i…”

“oh, you needn’t to flatter,” said pantalone quite passively. to gain better access, he suddenly lifted your leg upwards. your upper body pressed back into dottore’s chest as a result, pushing you down deeper on his cock.

you practically let out a cry at the penetration, and almost immediately at the sound, dottore’s rough hands planted themselves on your hips. his hands, oh archons, his hands. those rough fingers, though gloved, were pressed hard against your skin. they rubbed right at your pelvic bone, forcing you steady. they were so steady and controlling, sticking quite true to his surgical and scientific background.

his cock twitched inside of you, and you found yourself flinching still as pantalone secured the garter around your thigh.

“it’s pretty on her, isn’t it?”

“truly,” dottore agreed, his fingers moving down to lace through the fabric. you shivered—if he wanted to, he could rip it from one stretch of his hand alone.

pantalone contentedly sighed, “im glad. she’ll look so good at the ball tonight once we’re done with her.” he leaned in, playing a light, almost loving kiss at your puffy clit.

when he stood up, his hands moved to unbutton your top clothes, likely planning on changing your attire next. icy air bit at your bare skin so harshly, you felt like you’d freeze to death while these rich men stayed warm in their coats.

and yet as you shivered, both men couldn’t resist to put their hands all over your naked body. it was almost as if they were holding back all this time—pantalone’s sweet demeanor turning into one where his hands grabbed and twisted at your tits like you were their sex doll.

and perhaps, maybe they like dressing you up just for that.

gn guys 😨

/ not proofread

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dawnlave · 2 years

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god and the twin that’s in love with you has to listen to you go on and on and on about how his brother is so kind and so sweet and how you’re so in love with him

And he just nods and pretends he’s interested but he’s completely shattered on the inside

oh my god I’m going to cry -bunbun🐰

YES exactly--

And I was thinking of who would be dating you, who would be pining but ahh can't decide so instead I'm thinking of how they'd react + stuff.

But before I start rambling, I gotta say, I imagine them to be two sides of the same coin nodnod. Experiencing very similar struggles but in opposing ways- They're both imperfect but Rubedo over-accepts it, resigned, and Albedo chooses to do whatever he can to hide it in fear.

And you'd be their best friend :D

hehe enjoy the angst/no comfort brainrotting

Like it'd hurt especially for Rubedo--he already sees himself as lesser than, basically an inferiority complex, is a bit stiffer than Albedo, doesn't really know as many people, and he craves intimacy, so so very dearly craves being loved, and then you come into his life.

There are days where he pushes himself too hard in hopes that maybe, just maybe, mother will see him as something more than just...Rubedo.

And you? You accept him for all he is, acknowledge what he does and what he chooses and you cheer him on. Your presence brings a newfound joy, a spring to his step, and he realizes that he doesn't need to be anyone but himself. Not when you insist that he is perfect the way he is because that's him--

The gentle touch of your hand is all he's ever wanted.

Weekends are spent watching movies at his apartment with Albedo and sometimes Klee or maybe you drag him out to a nearby cafe when Albedo's busy.

It hits him hard when he realizes that he's in love with you.

It hits him just as hard when he first discovers that the already ugly, festering jealousy that he's found his home in and accepts as his 'norm'...hurts so much more when he sees you holding hands with Albedo.

Albedo, the perfect child, the prodigy, the 'most likely to succeed'.

It doesn't feel fair but at the same time, Rubedo can't help but think that this is how things are meant to be.

Albedo is meant to succeed and he is meant to watch from a distance.

AND THEN ALBEDO

Albedo who shoulders the burdens of anything that comes his way alone. Who silences his doubts because he doesn't want anyone to worry. Who, even though he found a home with people who love and care about him, holds himself at night wondering why he still isn't enough.

He's surrounded by friends, but...still alone.

And it's partly his fault, since he's developed a nasty habit of self-isolating. He doesn't want anyone to see the imperfections. What would everyone else think if they found out that he wasn't who they believed him to be?

It turns out, they wouldn't see him as any less. Or, at least, in your case.

And something in his chest flutters when you pull him from his thoughts, listen to his ramblings and flick his forehead when he starts to huddle back in his shell.

He realizes that he doesn't need to be perfect, or, at least that he has already achieved his perfect.

The same perfect that comes to mind when your fingers intertwine with his at the supermarket because you dragged him along to pick up some instant cocoa and those mini marshmallows you know he loves. And this thought pops up over and over, all centered around you and the warmth that you bring.

Albedo, unlike Rubedo, falls slowly.

And it's not until it's too late and he walks into his + his brother's shared apartment to see you sharing the first of many kisses. The way that you look at him--Rubedo, his brother--is so different from any way you've looked at Albedo. And Rubedo...?

Rubedo's never looked so soft, so sure in his life.

It's not in his place to ruin something like this. He should be happy, right? He's smart, he's well-liked...

But no matter how much he tries to justify the ache that gnaws at his belly, Albedo finds that maybe...maybe his 'perfect' was too stark in comparison to the truth.

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dawnlave · 2 years

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Imperfections

aka Luci is a Rubedo enthusiast and is making it your problem. You’re welcome. :)

Mistake. Failure. Accident.

He knew these words well. They had come to define him in her eyes. Her eyes that watched intently as he followed instruction, catching every slip up, every misstep. He longed for her eyes to look at him with anything, anything, other than dissatisfaction, but no matter how hard he strove, they never did.

Discardable. Replaceable. Disposable.

Three words that she had thought of him. He was not valuable to her, he was merely a project. One which she began to see less and less reason to keep around. A project that she grew closer and closer to casting aside with every mistake he made.

Abandoned. Forsaken. Alone.

Her betrayal had branded the words upon his nonexistent heart like a hot iron. What did he do to be deserted like this? He tried his best, he gave his all in everything she had him do. So why did she leave him by himself in this dark place? It wasn’t fair, he didn’t want to be alone!

Dark. Cold. Isolated.

He hadn’t noticed in the beginning. He wasn’t aware of the corrosive energies that surrounded him, that ate away at his defenses. He paid no mind when the darkness that surrounded him sunk its teeth into him. He took no notice of how the corrupting fangs tainting his essence, causing the same darkness that surrounded him to grow and fester within him. It didn’t occur to him that his own mind had been stained black with hatred and resentment, nor that his very thoughts had shifted from despairing to spiteful.

Ice. Fury. Jealousy.

No words could properly convey his disbelief when he learned the truth. His face, his voice, his eyes, but not him. Not him. Why did this replacement receive such blessings? Was he not the first?! Even if she did not favor him, he was the first: he was the original! It should be him! He should be the one standing there! Not some copy!

Albedo.

His name. That was his name. How dare this substitute use his name! How dare this replacement use his name, his face, his identity as though it was theirs!

Observing. Learning. Plotting.

He won’t stand for this. He won’t stand and watch this copy have what should be his. He will not be forgotten. He was the first! He was the original! He won’t let himself be replaced!

Discovery. Battle. Defeat.

The fellflower failed him. His plans to take back his name had failed. He had failed. But he refused to give up. The darkness that dwelt in him blossomed further as it greedily prospered off of his rage. The name that was stolen from him only served to fuel his unquenchable thirst for vengeance. He was not Albedo; no that name had been stolen from him. He will reclaim it. But who is he now? Who is he now while he bides his time?

Wandering. Running. Encounter.

He had spent several months on the ever-frozen mountain, observing his counterpart, learning for his next scheme. But then he’d found you. You had been collapsed under the canopy of trees, unable to go on. If you had been awake, he wouldn’t have approached you, he couldn’t risk it, but seeing that you were unconscious he neared your fallen form. It didn’t take him but a second to take in your condition. Frail and bruised, you were visibly malnourished, not to mention the air of exhaustion that surrounded you like a fog. It surprised him when the sight caused a faint ache in his chest. He’d never experienced that before, and he was intrigued to say the least. He’d carefully picked your collapsed body, shedding his coat and wrapping it around you instead. The shivering of your form as he had carried you back to his hidden away camp had sparked something inside of him. If he recalled correctly, she had described a feeling similar to this one, calling it ‘concern’.

Awake. Warmth. Recover.

He’d been confused when the first thing you did upon waking and seeing him was start to tremble in fear with a panicked expression. But why? You had never seen him before, so were you afraid of his replacement? Did you know that he wasn’t the same person? His internal question was answered when your eyes focused on his neck. Your eyes expression relaxes, much to his confusion. “Y-You’re not him… Are you going to kill me..?” The words you spoke left him even more puzzled. “Kill you? Why would I kill you? If I wanted you dead I would have simply left you where I found you to freeze.” Had it been under normal circumstances, his lack of emotion while discussing your demise would have left you shaken, but these were far from normal circumstances.

You were exhausted, physically, mentally, and emotionally. The novelty of Teyvat had quickly waned when the characters you thought you knew so well called you an ‘imposter of the divine creator’. You had tried using your knowledge of them and their world to prove that you really weren’t from Teyvat, but they’d called it some sort of arcane spell and that you were merely a fake that was bluffing about the origin of the information you knew. That logic was absurd, and even a few of the characters themselves silently agreed that the argument made little sense. It had been those characters that had been the only way you escaped Mondstandt with your life. You’d briefly considered running to Liyue, but that would be a death sentence considering that the adepti would be after you. So you had fled to Dragonspine. At least if you perish, it will have been on your own terms, you’d thought. When you had collapsed, you were certain that it was the end for you, and that you’d never wake up from the unconscious realm. Yet you’d awoken, not only warm, but with your more severe injuries treated. And then you’d seen Albedo and your blood ran cold. You vividly remember the uncanny sight of anger on the composed researchers face as you’d seen him in Monstandt. You were sure he’d treated you just to ensure that your death could be dragged out. That is, until you noticed something on his neck. Or rather, the lack of something on his neck. This was not Albedo, you’d realized.

Confusion. Companion. Identity.

You told him of your experience so far, uncaring that you were confiding in a stranger. After you finally finish your story, he looks to you with what you could almost swear was amusement. “So then, you are also branded an imposter, no? Well then, I propose we work together. Seeing as how you have my replacement,” you note how he spits the word out with venom in his voice, “-rather perturbed is quite enjoyable.” You looked to him in surprise before nodding a small bit. A chance at survival is a chance, even if it did come from one of the ‘antagonists’. Though you already know the answer to the question, you ask it regardless. “Um, what is your name?” A bitter chuckle comes from him as he stares at the fire. “…I do not have one. Not at the moment. But I will take back my name.” Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for your next words. “So then can I call you Rubedo?” His eyes immediately snapped over to you, a mix or surprise and oddly enough, happiness, flashing through his real optics. “Rubedo..? Hm… Well, you have to call me something I suppose. That said,” you were certain this time that you saw the happiness in his face, “-I quite like it.”

Rubedo.

His new name.

Taglist: @nicebonescomrade @bamboowritess @numwoon44 @nookiesposts @rizakari @emperatris-rinaka @eccedentesiast-sapphic

(Also tagging my fellow Rubedo simp @rea-can-yeet)

I many consider making a follow up to this if enough people are interested. Or if I go full Rubedo simp mode again, which, given, is a valid possibility

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dawnlave · 2 years

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OMYGOF

Okay so I normally don't write for genshin but I've been playing it more again recently and can I just say how much I loved that albedo event?? It's probably been said before but the yandere potential with that imposter is unreal. Just. Everything. Frothing at the mouth

So I had a thought. Imposter Albedo is called Rubedo in this as I've seen other writers on here call him!

Yandere Albedo x gn! reader x Yandere! Rubedo/ Imposter Albedo

tw yandere, stalking, obsession, possessiveness

You feel like you're freezing as you run through the snowy mountains of dragonspine. Your feet have long since grown numb and yet everything hurts all the same. But still, you can't allow yourself to rest for even a second.

You're already at a disadvantage, you don't know your way around these areas while Albedo spends most of his time here conducting experiments and doing research.

Yes, Albedo. The very person you were trying to flee from right this moment. Many times had you visited the alchemist at his little campsite to keep him company. He didn't seem bothered by it and you thought it was mesmerizing to see him go about his work.

It had started off so innocent too and you remember feeling happy when he started opening up to you. The way a small smile appeared on his face whenever you visited him and the fond look in his eyes, it almost made you nostalgic to think about.

The very first time Albedo asked if he could draw you, you felt so honored and immediately agreed. His talent was very palpable when you looked at the end result. Him blushing lightly when you complimented his abilities with a great smile on your face. You thought nothing of it when he asked if he could continue to draw you, which is why you agreed without any hesitantion.

You never expected to stumble onto a collection of well over 200 paintings of you when you next visited the head alchemist. A lot of them were innocent enough, just simple portraits of you, though you did have to remark that they were scarily detailed. Did Albedo look at your face so often that he had committed every little detail of yours to memory? You shuddered to think about it.

Then you slowly noticed how a lot of the paintings were based on your daily life. The time you went to the marketplace, when you went out to collect ingredients for a new recipe or even your sleeping face. The way he managed to draw the exact way your room looked like, every little detail and even the pajama you wore last night. Had he been following you around? Stalking you without you ever noticing? How else could he have known how all of these things looked? You had never invited him to your home before and you certainly had no sleepover together where he could have seen you sleeping. It was way too unsettling to think about.

You needed to get away immediately.

But then of course, Albedo came back. Realizing that you had found out about his paintings he started confessing his undying love for you. That he just had to see you and capture your overwhelming beauty. How he longed for your presence the second you left his side, that your rare visits weren't enough for him anymore.

He craved your love and affection, he wanted you to stay with him forever. He could take care of you! So please, don't leave him again!

But all you could feel was dread. Albedo had completely lost his mind and wanted to keep you with him. You had no intention of staying there, knowing just how obsessed he had gotten with you.

So you made a run for it, Albedo shouting after you, begging you to stay.

"Please, don't leave me! I need you!"

You heard his begging voice and there was a slight feeling of guilt inside of you but this was for the best. You had to get away immediately! You were certain Albedo wouldn't be standing still for much longer and you needed to gain some distance before he started chasing after you. You knew that once he got to you, he would ensure that you wouldn't be able to escape him again. This was your only chance!

Which is where we get back to the present. You feel cold all over but keep pushing forward, it couldn't be that long until you would escape dragonspine and then you could start looking for help somewhere else.

You just had to hold on a little longer and hope that Albedo wouldn't find you before you can make it out of here. You tremble when you think about what might happen then. He would never let you leave him again and overwhelm you with his twisted love.

You didn't want to think about it anymore, you would start to feel sick otherwise and you truly didn't need that to happen right now.

You made your way through the snow when suddenly, you heard the crunch of someone stepping on a branch right behind you. Immediately, you froze up, halting your movement. This could easily just be a hilichurl but you knew deep down that that wasn't true.

You had been found.

Bracing yourself you slowly turned around to face the person standing behind you, trying to drag out the moment as much as possible, wanting to treasure that last moment of freedom you have.

When you finally came to face the person, you felt your heart sink. The hair, the eyes, the clothes, it was all unmistakably Albedo. And his voice just confirmed your suspicions further.

"Y/n, I've finally found you"

That calm voice, the way he said your name so devotedly, it was all the same.

There was only a single thing that caught your attention : his neck. With a start you realized that something was wrong. That unique star shaped mark Albedo always had, it was missing!

"Albedo" took a step in your direction, fully intending to reach out to touch you. After all this time of having to watch you interact with Albedo, he could finally be with you himself. He doesn't understand why you ran away but he certainly doesn't mind. He had watched on in jealousy for so long, wanted your attention. Why was he not worthy? Why did Albedo get to have someone he can love and he cannot? It was all so unfair! He wanted you just as much, if not even more so!

He was so close to touching your cheek when suddenly-

"You're not Albedo", you said with a serious face.

Rubedo felt himself stop short, immediately halting his movements. The smile on his face was strained.

"What are you talking about? Of course I'm -"

"You're not Albedo", you interrupted him with a stern expression. The tone of your voice left no room for arguments, somehow you had found out about his identity and now you were going to leave him behind. Posing as the real Albedo was the only way for him to be with you but now that you have figured out the truth so easily it was all for nothing.

He didn't know what to say, all he could feel at the moment was overwhelming despair. He wanted you so badly, longed for you every day, and now the second he gets to be in your presence he immediately loses you again? It was not fair, the voice in his head was screaming. Not fair. Why did Albedo get to have you?

Rubedo was prepared for you to scream at him, to call him names or a monster even. He was just an imposter, he could never compare to the real deal.

But what happened next surprised him as it was something he could only have dreamed of.

You ran towards him.

And wrapped your arms around his waist, warmth spreading through his entire being, something he had never felt before. It was an amazing feeling and all at once Rubedo felt whole. Like a missing part of himself had just returned. But he was so so confused.

Logically speaking your actions made no sense. Why would you ever hug a stranger that tried to mislead you into thinking they were a friend? It was way too dangerous! But he didn't dare voice his doubts incase him uttering a single word would break the spell placed on you and this moment would come to an end.

Above all else, he didn't want that. He wanted to enjoy this moment for however long he could. He had longed for your love for so long and now he felt it was hard to ever imagine letting go of you.

You on the other hand felt nothing but relief at the realization that the person standing before you was not Albedo, that the head alchemist hadn't found you yet. When you saw him step closer to you you had feared that you had been found out, that your escape had failed and that he would drag you back to his camp site, never to be seen again.

And truly, the stranger before you looked like an exact copy of the Albedo you knew, the only thing missing being the strange star mark on his neck. It was an unexplainable difference, something that told you he was an impostor.

It's a situation that anyone else would find terrifying yet to you it was like all of your worries and fears disappeared in a flash. Albedo was the last person you wanted to see right now and in your relief, you couldn't help but embrace the stranger.

Truly, wandering around dragonspine for so long and always having to stay on guard while hiding from any possible danger made you miss human contact a lot. You felt touch-starved and you wanted nothing more than someone to outstretch a helping hand to you, someone that could share the burden with you. You truly didn't want to be alone anymore. You wanted to be safe, you wanted to escape so badly. You could use any help you can get, you knew that.

Maybe it was just a part of you trying to rationalize the impulse decision you had just made but you wanted to trust this fake Albedo.

If it meant getting away from the real Albedo's twisted love then you would place your trust in this fake on. It was mostly desperation speaking but after such a long time of having to survive the biting cold of dragonspine all alone you would literally take any company.

And Rubedo was overjoyed that you would choose him out of free will even after finding out that he was not the Albedo you knew. It nearly made him mad with excitement that you even prefer him.

They way you feel against him and the radiant smile you shoot his way. It's all for him. He would protect you from his other self no matter what. He wouldn't allow you to fall back into his grasp now that he finally had you for himself.

Fate had led you two together this snowy night and now Rubedo would stop at nothing to keep it that way.

He's yours to use and yours to claim. All he wants in return is your love and affection

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