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@pristine-rose is officially archived !
i had lots of fun here but i think it’s time i moved on :] i’ve been having a lot of fun writing sfw genshin fics with my best friends as opposed to nsfw, and while i do love this account very much, there are just a lot of moots and ties i also wish to cut off ;; sorry about the sudden drop and shift
( you can now find me @yuellii ! )
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sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino
hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]
arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost
warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia
“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”
“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”
the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.
“where did these come from?”
arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.
looks like hiding them was no use.
“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.
arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”
those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”
you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.
“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”
arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.
“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”
as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.
“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”
arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.
“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”
“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.
“they’re… just my friends…”
—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.
and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.
“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”
shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?
“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”
“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”
a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.
it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.
but not for kindness, no. just for display.
hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… ����
but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL
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sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino
hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]
arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost
warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia
“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”
“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”
the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.
“where did these come from?”
arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.
looks like hiding them was no use.
“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.
arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”
those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”
you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.
“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”
arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.
“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”
as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.
“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”
arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.
“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”
“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.
“they’re… just my friends…”
—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.
and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.
“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”
shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?
“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”
“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”
a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.
it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.
but not for kindness, no. just for display.
hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… 😭
but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL
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sooo Columbina and Arlecchino with a female darling they are possessive of and has long hair? maybe like a new harbinger darling and childe just won't stop challenging her and something that gets on arlecchino's nerves more than columbinas even pantalone talks to the new harbinger sometimes with gifts in hand just to piss off arlecchino
hnnggg y’all know the harbingers are my fav in this game <3 this’ll keep a similar theme to the hair-brushing-doll fic for arlecchino that i wrote previously, just bc i thought it fit :]
arlecchino and columbina — devil take the hindmost
warnings : sfw, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush ), feat. childe and pantalone, themes of possession / jealousy / and “jokes” of capivity , columbina has ‘truth’ powers similar to aponia
“that’s lady signora’s melody, isn’t it?”
“indeed.” arlecchino smiled a bit when she answered you, lips curling up in a moment of slight tranquility at the mention of the late harbinger—one could almost believe she was kind. and with the same grievance, the third harbinger continued to hum such sweet notes from behind you, amidst her fingers threading through the strands of your hair. “columbina knows it by heart.”
the third harbinger made no response, instead choosing to continue humming behind you, dainty fingers threading through your locks. the vocals parting via sealed lips were gentle-sounding, very much like her own appearance. gentle… you’ve come to learn that columbina succeeded in deception.
“where did these come from?”
arlecchino knew no boundaries as she lifted up your wrist with undeniable force. those keen eyes of hers bore only a battlefield, and it was no different when the slashes on pupils matched the faint lines and scratches on the underside of your wrist.
looks like hiding them was no use.
“so unsightly…” columbina mumbled. and it was the first and only thing she’s said to you all day—choosing to only comment in distaste when her play-doll was marked up.
arlecchino glared. “they looked stiched.” the room almost felt colder. “expertly, so. as if a certain doctor did them.” the silence already bit at your stomach. they don’t like it when other people make modifications to what they claim as their own. “it seems like someone here got them in a rush.”
those wretched eyes were settled on you now. and you would’ve avoided them, had not columbina so gracefully clenched her fist at your hair, forcing you to look up. “tell me, who gave these to you?”
you would’ve lied under a guise of self-infliction, you really would’ve. but it was almost as if the mental, twisted powers of the angel behind you hammered nails down your tongue, forcing you to spit out the bloody truth of your comrade.
“childe.” his name felt dry against your throat. “he wanted to spar, and i got hurt.”
arlecchino’s eyes shifted darkly. and somehow—in some sick, decaying way—you wished the bore a look of sympathy. but she would never give anything of the sort, no. only anger fueled from selfishness that someone else would make their mark.
“o, dearest of knights,” columbina sweetly muttered against your hair, calling out the attention of her other harbinger companion. “you haven’t noticed yet another grotesque addition to our darling.”
as arlecchino’s eyes dipped downwards towards your neck, the air in your lungs suddenly restricted.
“a golden accessory dangling from her neck,” columbina whispered so ghastly disapprovingly. “there’s only one man i know who would gift such an expensive, yet tasteless piece of jewelry…”
arlecchino scoffed, “so shes flocking along with the men of our ranks now, is that what is happening?” she seemed enraged. to witness this demented side of her was no matter to take lightly with a temper like hers; it would actually make you thankful of the kind hand that was still choking your airflow,—for if it was arlecchino’s torn, inked monstrous of a hand, your skin would be in shreds by now.
“w…wait…” you croaked out through shallow, constricted breaths. the thin fingers of the third harbinger felt like sharp spider webs at your skin. “please… let me explain…”
“explain well, foolish one,” said the harbinger behind you.
“they’re… just my friends…”
—which was truly, a completely idiotic thing to say. but you were exasperated as it was not even a lie. childe just wanted a friendly spar, simple as that. he would get dottore to stitch your wounds to avoid this exact occurrence from happening. and, pantalone really just gave you this necklace as a welcoming gift for joining the harbinger ranks.
and yet, the chain of that same gold necklace was being clawed at by the knave. she did not care whether she tore at the skin of your collarbone, or at the pout of columbina—all she cared was to tear that accessory to crumbling chains on the hard floor.
“my knight,” columbina frowned, and you took a gasp of breath as her hand suddenly loosened. “you’ve shaken her up. look, our darling is trembling, and her blood is dripping to the new clothes i just dressed her in…”
shaking? were you really trembling so much in the third harbinger’s arms?
“to hell with it,” arlecchino scowled. “if she thinks she can be oh-so good friends with the others, then she better learn to take a scar that damned doctor cannot stitch.”
“but i want her to all clean and pretty for us,” columbina whined. “so mean… i can’t play with a doll that’s covered in her blood…”
a doll… that’s all you were to them. not a fellow member of the fatui, or even a harbinger.
it was times like these you missed lady signora—these cold, chilling nights when columbina returned to humming the late harbinger’s tune and cleaning you up.
but not for kindness, no. just for display.
hi hi i’m still here !! i just left tumblr for a little bit because honestly it did not feel rewarding or worth it to post when no one—like not even my friends—can see my fics since they get labeled so fast… 😭
but we’ll work on it, or i’ll just give up and make a new blog LOLOLOL
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Heyya! Its my birthday once more, and so obviously that means I need to come and thirst post into your ask box! Hehe!
So we're all thinking about Arlecchino, right? A woman who would without blinking an eye put a collar around your neck and start walking you around by a leash if she decides she likes you enough.
A woman who expects complete obedience and only the most dedicated expressions of your submission to her.
She never lets you be far from her, your leash can only be removed by her, and she will almost never remove it. Don't try and even touch it yourself, she has absolutely no problem throwing you over her knee and giving you a very harsh belting, no matter where you are, or who may be watching. You need to be her perfect obedient little doll.
Off to oversee her new soldiers? You are there trailing right at her heels. She needs to see to business at the orphanage? She gives you a slightly longer leash, and likes when you read to the kids. Extremely important Harbinger meeting? Well just a pretty little blindfold and ear coverings, you'll be kneeling by her feet for the entire meeting, and don't you dare make even the tiniest noise throughout the whole thing! Not only does Arlecchino drag you over her knee, but she'll have no problem letting whoever you interrupted give you some punishment as well! Better hope its not Dottore in particular, he won't be satisfied until blood is drawn.
Though she is also just as prone to yanking your sweet moans out by force, flexing her thigh as she keeps it tucked between your legs, her hands keeping a bruising grip on your waist so you can only ride her as fast as she allows you to. Practically purring in your ear that you're such a delectable little doll, that you're so perfect for her, that she craves every itsy bitsy tiny bit of you. Never once calling to mention the way her fingers trace her name across your skin, her mind buzzing with how beautiful you would look if she took a knife and carved it there for all to see.
But if you're her perfect little doll, then you will be surrounded with only the most lavish clothing and jewelry, so many wonderful and beautiful things for you to be able to wear and entertain her with.
Just give in.
Be a good girl.
Be her little doll.
Never break her rules.
Never speak without permission.
Never look anyone but her in the eye.
Never disobey her.
Just be good. Remember that no matter the pain she inflicts, the humiliation she puts you through, the way your memories seem to flicker the longer you stare into her eyes, or the way the relationship is only sacrifices from you and none from her. Always remember...
She owns you. And always will.
~🐁
OMFG EVERYONE SAY HAPPY ( LATE, IM SO SORRY IM TRAVELING RN ) BDAY TO 🐁 ANON AGAIN 🥹🫶 HAPPY SECOND BDAY I GET TO SPEND WITH YOU HEHE <3
oooohh… i need to add on to this once im free… the idea of her keeping you in a leash at all times…
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quick heizou doodle because im stressed out in a painting that im currently doing 🥹
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alice...i finished chapter nine and im devastated my heart is in pieces i deadass cried like a baby tell me will the story get even sadder than this?? i knew what was gonna happen but himeko hit me like a goddamn truck i dont know anything else abt the story
HAAAAA HAAAAAAAAAA YES YOU PLAYED CHAPTER NINE <33
i think that scene was the first time i cried playing a video game actually :’) i’m so so glad you liked it !! and yeah it gets…more emotional i fear </3
i’ll just say that they don’t just play off a character so soon. himeko is still such a very important part ( from here and onwards ) to kiana’s growth as a character ( which you will definitely see ! ), which is why i think honkai has a very attached storyline. himeko’s scene here is still even important in chapter 25 !!
but yeah the next arc or two are kinda a hit or miss, but i did like one of them, and i think you will start seeing the story writing get better and better as the chapters go on :]. hmu if u have any more questions !!
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y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1
➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader
➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon!
➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!
➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?
al haitham x secretary afab!reader
you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive.
maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.
it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit.
you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.
he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.
“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”
kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader
you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.
especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.
you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.
when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.
his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.
“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”
baizhu x assistant afab!reader
you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.
one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.
he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?
he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.
you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.
he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.
“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”
childe x cicin mage afab!reader
you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side.
that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.
he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.
you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.
the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.
“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”
cyno x matra afab!reader
you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.
his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.
you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.
the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.
at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.
“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”
➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd
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arlecchino — phantom of the fools
warnings : sfw, still dark-ish, jumbled thoughts, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush )
“oh, she’s the most delightful of mothers!” lyney giggles rather close to your side. “so stern, so strict…”
“so powerful,” lynette finishes. despite the slight glare on her face, she holds the prettiest of pink-ribboned brushes in her hand—one that seems like it was meant to comb through the locks of a life sized doll rather than a human like yourself. but with the way the twins were pampering at you, brushing your hair and fixing the ruffles of your clothes whilst you sat on this antique chair—you could almost mistake yourself for porcelain.
lyney giggled more, twirling a stand of your hair between his fingers. “and, we’ve always thought it would be time for our lord to court a lady in waiting.”
uncanny. this was certainly uncanny.
and when a dash of red flashed before your eyes, enough to almost kill you by gaze alone, you found your body heavy with the feeling as if cement was weighting you down in place. a cold breath hit the skin of your neck, one that didn’t feel particularly human. “and what do we have here…”
this voice felt like one you once heard in your dreams. but there was no light, no fields, no gardens, just the voice of a murderer.
“a doll!” lyney presented aside you, arms showcasing you as if you were the finale of a magic trick. and in hindsight, maybe you were. “one that is hopefully to your liking. we even dressed her up, too.”
“how fun.”
lynette stepped backwards. “what do you think, my lord?”
click, clack. each heavy sound of her heels were enough to shaken your spine with every chord. the absolute chill of this lonely theater as the notes of her steps resounded against each hollowing wall sent shivers right though your chest. and after eternity—after panicked glances—her towering form appeared right before you.
those red crossed eyes alone felt like slashes against your throat. and you suddenly couldn’t breath.
“she’s pretty.”
lyney and lynette brightened up considerably, reminding you almost like kids who just showed their mother their good grades. at least, that’s what you would’ve found endearing, had not the silencing of her footsteps sent you into panic again.
this “mother” of theirs was just before you, leaning right down in a way you could be beheaded in just a swipe. in a way her pointed nails could dig into your neck just now as they slid up your skin. in a way her one hand could choke you and leave you for a pretty death—but instead she used such a destructive hand to hold up your jaw.
face-to-face with red, only inches away.
but for the first time in this moment, though it brought you only a dooming effect, she smiled. and the bloodied words upon her lips therefore marked the immediate end of your life.
“i think i’ll keep her.”
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alicd iw as lickijg my phone during the teaser when arlechino appeared she fr is obssesive i can sua that and be proud to say it
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you and me both hu my hand was over my mouth, thighs together, gasping for air on god
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ALICE HI HI HOPE YOURE DOING GOOD!!
ive been playing hi3 for a few weeks now,, im level 50 but i feel like im still new to the game bc theres just so much to do!! ive tried finding stuff abt tips for beginners but couldnt find any so do you have any?
btw i have elysia and immediately thought abt you when i got her <33
OMGOMG ?? 🥹 i have many many tips !! and hehe i am actually very honored you thought about me when getting elysia… that is my goal in life <3
what chapter are you on ?! i wanna hear your thoughts on chapter nine 🙏
i would LOVE to answer any specific questions abt lore or gameplay you have, so for now i’ll give my personal basic tips & stuff under the cut !! <3
honkai is really like hoyo’s first long game !! and to be honest, the beginning is… really cringe. i know a lot of ppl who dropped it at the very beginning because of that, and bc sci-fi fantasy isn’t too interesting — which is something that i thought as well !! i’m not into sci-fi fantasy either but the story is just so… so good. takes some adjusting, so generally i tell people to hold out until they finish chapter 9 before dropping it.
honkai is a very story-centric game, and it has a lot of it, especially since the game came out yearsss ago. my heavy recommendation is to not overwhelm yourself. stamina is not like resin in genshin — it can overflow and you can use it later ! since there is so much story, just take your time, and take breaks so you don’t get burned out. it’s not an exploration game like genshin so you can cruise and relax and enjoy
for example, i haven’t played the story since elysium everlasting. i am on a very big break but will probably pick up the story again soon LOL
weekly challenges and events are honestly really heavy in honkai, but they are incredibly good crystal gains for pulls. these are the things that have previously burned me out. my honest take on it is grind it if you want for crystals, but really do not feel pressured to just completely skip out on them. honkai offers many many crystals opportunities anyways
pity will carry to the next character banner, there is NO 50/50 ! stigmata are like artifacts and you can pull on them. don’t worry about crit ( elemental valks cannot crit )
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okay people said yes and i’m elated because i never rly felt comfortable doing sfw in an nsfw - centric blog ;; but non-sexual stuff on a more darker / mature side is definitely something i can incorporate on here, so expect more of it now !!
is it ok if i start doing some fics that are non-sexual but are a bit more tense / darker to make up for it
#i’m not saying i don’t like fluff and cute stuff btw !!#i actually LOVE writing those !#basically i’m just saying i don’t feel comfy#mixing those fics in a blog that has not - sfw#if that makes sense#🔖 : updates
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ARLECCHINO | Overture Teaser: The Final Feast
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wait, his shoulder— ?! + genshin men
OO. you fell asleep and, to your boyfriend’s surprise, it wasn’t on his shoulder!
O1. characters included: alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya
O2. warnings: jealous genshin men >:), usage of ‘partner’ (kaeya), not proofreadc quick draft i finished today!
“I’m not jealous of you, I have absolutely no reason to be.”
ALHAITHAM is going to be jealous, absolutely. Why did you fall asleep on Kaveh’s shoulder instead of his? He really can’t bring himself to wake you up (especially considering how cute you look), so he sucks his teeth, letting you be until it’s time to head home.
“Of course I am, I want my sunshine to rest on my shoulder! Not his!”
KAVEH will be fuming with jealousy. He doesn’t understand why you picked Alhaitham as a good sleeping shoulder. He was right there! And his shoulder was much, much, more comfortable than his. So, he softly wakes you up, saying it’s time to head home while he gives the Scribe a glaring, look of disapproval.
-> the rest under the cut!
“Stay calm, it’s fine…”
DILUC will try his best to stay calm and collected when he sees you resting on Kaeya’s shoulder. He wouldn’t have minded if it was anyone else. Just, why’d you pick him? He mumbles a few things to himself, before he heads over to the two of you insisting you have somewhere to be in the morning (you do not), which is why Diluc is taking you home now.
“Me? Jealous? I see your jokes have improved as of late.” if you know you know
KAEYA will be jealous, definitely. He just won’t admit it. He’ll suck his teeth, roll his eyes and everything when that possibility is pointed out. He’s not jealous of Diluc as a person, no, not at all. He’s jealous at the fact his precious partner is near him! That should be his shoulder you fell asleep on, is what he thinks. Similarly to his brother, he’s definitely going to make up something and say you two must leave urgently. (It’s a lie, of course and Diluc sees right through it but let’s you go anyways.)
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arlecchino — phantom of the fools
warnings : sfw, still dark-ish, jumbled thoughts, female reader, mentioned to have long hair ( enough to brush )
“oh, she’s the most delightful of mothers!” lyney giggles rather close to your side. “so stern, so strict…”
“so powerful,” lynette finishes. despite the slight glare on her face, she holds the prettiest of pink-ribboned brushes in her hand—one that seems like it was meant to comb through the locks of a life sized doll rather than a human like yourself. but with the way the twins were pampering at you, brushing your hair and fixing the ruffles of your clothes whilst you sat on this antique chair—you could almost mistake yourself for porcelain.
lyney giggled more, twirling a stand of your hair between his fingers. “and, we’ve always thought it would be time for our lord to court a lady in waiting.”
uncanny. this was certainly uncanny.
and when a dash of red flashed before your eyes, enough to almost kill you by gaze alone, you found your body heavy with the feeling as if cement was weighting you down in place. a cold breath hit the skin of your neck, one that didn’t feel particularly human. “and what do we have here…”
this voice felt like one you once heard in your dreams. but there was no light, no fields, no gardens, just the voice of a murderer.
“a doll!” lyney presented aside you, arms showcasing you as if you were the finale of a magic trick. and in hindsight, maybe you were. “one that is hopefully to your liking. we even dressed her up, too.”
“how fun.”
lynette stepped backwards. “what do you think, my lord?”
click, clack. each heavy sound of her heels were enough to shaken your spine with every chord. the absolute chill of this lonely theater as the notes of her steps resounded against each hollowing wall sent shivers right though your chest. and after eternity—after panicked glances—her towering form appeared right before you.
those red crossed eyes alone felt like slashes against your throat. and you suddenly couldn’t breath.
“she’s pretty.”
lyney and lynette brightened up considerably, reminding you almost like kids who just showed their mother their good grades. at least, that’s what you would’ve found endearing, had not the silencing of her footsteps sent you into panic again.
this “mother” of theirs was just before you, leaning right down in a way you could be beheaded in just a swipe. in a way her pointed nails could dig into your neck just now as they slid up your skin. in a way her one hand could choke you and leave you for a pretty death—but instead she used such a destructive hand to hold up your jaw.
face-to-face with red, only inches away.
but for the first time in this moment, though it brought you only a dooming effect, she smiled. and the bloodied words upon her lips therefore marked the immediate end of your life.
“i think i’ll keep her.”
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