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zhxngii · 7 months
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random silly prompt go!!
how would the genshin men react if they see you just... cupping/rubbing/touching/playing with your own boobs in front of a mirror? lmao
bonus points if you tell them they're sore/sensitive //hit
me who does this a lot... hehe only doing two situations <3
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❏ ( notes ) ; enjoyyyy, sorry this was so late <333 ❏ ( contents ) ; 18+, nsfw ahead.
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Surprised?
Freezing behind you as they catch you doing this but soon enough... they come up behind you and cup your breasts themselves, smiling down at you. They don't necessarily ask why you're doing it; they'll take the opportunity to tease you a bit about it.
You don't even have to tell them about how sore or sensitive they are either, as they already know once they cup them in their hands, taking one of your nipples between their fingers to pinch them a bit... just a little to hear that cute whine from you.
They keep you facing the mirror so you can see just how their hands squeeze, pinch, and roam all over your chest. Their lips leave pecks along your neck, sometimes biting, leaving love bites along their trail. One of their hands dipping down your body to settle between your legs, feeling how your arousal was already pooling between your legs just from this.
Zhongli, Neuvillette, Pierro, Capitano, Diluc, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Xiao, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Thoma, Dain
Intrigued.
They'll pretty much just stand there behind you, leaning against the doorframe as they watch you do that in front of the mirror. They won't move until you notice them though, coming up close and teasing you about how cute you look doing that.
They'd tell you such things like how cute you are, roaming their hands over your body and complimenting every part of you, making sure you keep your eyes on them in the mirror while doing so.
bonus if they have you seated on their lap with their legs spread widely as their fingertips toy with your sensitive little bud. "Isn't this just a pretty sight?" they'll ask in a hushed tone in your ear as they point out your cute expressions in the mirror, their other hand coming up to cup your breasts.
Childe, Wriothesley, Baizhu, Dottore, Pantalone, Kaeya, Itto, Heizou, Alhaitham, Ayato, Albedo
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lu-zo-san · 8 months
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We Keep Going Over~
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Summary: These men want you back or they wanna make sure You are their only and they will do anything to make you believe he is the one for you, whether you like it or not, it's not like you have any options as you also enjoy being underneath them.
Pairings: Genshin Men x Fem! Reader
Warnings: Nsfw, +18 only, Minors DNI, Filth, Smut, Mild Angst, Yandere behavior, Dark content, Obsessive behavior, Bredding Kink, Modern au!, Historical au!, Non-Con.
Reblogs are Appreciated!!!!
(A/n) : Finally I decided to write this Smut series of Genshin men if you guys wanna get tagged do comment on it! It is pure sex and has many kinks one of them is common which is mentioned there will be some surprised kinks too! It will be a bit difficult to post it soon because I have a lot of work to do and I have yet to finish other works once this will be over Hsr(Honkai Star Rail) one will also be released!!
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Part I
(Ex Husband! Alhaitham x Fem! Reader, Ceo! Diluc x Fem! Reader, Gym Trainer! Itto x Fem! Reader)
Part II
(Husband! Kaveh x Fem! Reader, Officer! Xiao x Fem! Reader, Co Worker! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader)
Part III
(Ex Husband! Baizhu x Fem! Reader, Neighbor! Zhongli x Fem! Reader, Ex Childhood Friend! Childe)
Part IV
(Divorced! Ayato x Fem! Reader, Fiancee! Thoma x Fem! Reader, Detective! Heizou x Fem! Reader)
Part V
(Ex! Kaeya x Fem! Reader, Sugar Daddy! Pantalone x Fem! Reader, Doctor! Dottore x Fem! Reader)
Part VI
(Idol! Venti x Fem! Reader, First love! Dainsleif x Fem! Reader, Dilf! Capitano x Fem! Reader)
Part VII
(Duke! Wriothesley x Fem! Reader, Crown Prince! Neuvillette x Fem! Reader, Hybrid! Tighnari x Fem! Reader)
Part VIII
(Hybrid! Gorou x Fem! Reader, Childhood Sweetheart! Kazuha x Fem! Reader, Best Friend! Cyno x Fem! Reader)
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eunuchve · 2 months
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tags: mdni, smut, just big dicks, afab!reader, blowjob/oral before sex, size kink, implied overstim, lil degradation (being called 'whore').
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Thinking about being greedy with his cock. Whining, licking, hungrily sucking it, milking it till it dries. Desperately fitting it inside your mouth, trailing your tongue against his shaft before he takes control and lovingly positions himself with the entrance of your cunt; plunging his fat cock deep within you – earning your broken moans and the scratching of your nails on his back.
You would complain that its too much, too deep, that it strech you too wide but he will make sure to sush you, to kiss your worries away, to tell you that you are his personal whore and you should learn to take it raw.
How he will grab your waist and help you ride his cock, how he will twist and rub circles on your clit, how he will make you cum time and time again, only to not stop, going in and out of you with a sloppy pace before he fills you with his warmth and kissing you softly, praising you for your hard work ♡
- ZHONGLI, wriothesley, AJAX, pantalone, CAPITANO, diluc, kaeya, AL HAITHAM, + your faves
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strwbavery · 2 months
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MEN who eat you out like his life depends on it ! ( figuratively and literally )
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He's fingering you so harshly as his tongue and lips work their magic on your clit, the combination being more than enough to send your moans bouncing off the walls in high volume. He could go on for HOURS just devouring your cunt. He's so addicted to your taste that he needs it 24/7—all he wants to do is please you, overstimulate you until you become a sobbing and moaning mess. He absolutely loves it when you start screaming out in complete bliss. The way you squirm and frantically grab onto the locks of his hair in a attempts to pull him even closer as if it was possible, gosh how he adores the sight of that so much. When he looks up even for a mere split second, he's in awe at the sight of you falling deeper into the depths of pleasure all because of him.
—♡ wanderer, scaramouche, childe/tartaglia, dottore, capitano, pierro, alhaitham, cyno, kaeya, abyss!aether, itto, heizou, wriothesley, neuvillette, + ur faves !! <3
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@strwbavery est. 2024 ★ do not copy, plagiarize, translate, etc.
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4kafka · 2 years
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— THE HANDMAIDEN.
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In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the Harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.
⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ f!reader. undertones of yandere. unprotected sex. power play. a hint of dark content so be wary! further warnings are written on each character’s part! not proofread.
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PIERRO + breeding kink. lots of cum. unprotected.
it was the jester who first deemed a handmaiden like you worthy of attention. from simply picking you out in the throng of retainers in zapolyarny palace to exchanging curt greetings whenever you serve him tea, your existence slowly took shape in his mind. it was but a mere dot until he molded it into something bigger than yourself: he offered you status in exchange for fucking your pussy raw.
whenever pierro ruts into you ruthlessly, you think of it as his personal goal. the goal of needing to puff up your cunt with his fresh cum once his cock and balls begin to swell. pierro folds you in positions that give him access to your womb, where he dumps fat amount of cum after fat amount of cum. doing so much as pinning his balls to your folds and plugging your hole with his sheer size, pierro is adamant about not spilling a drop. and when your pussy does leak, he takes it upon himself to stuff you with another load double the amount of what you spilled.
some nights while you lay on his chest and with courage flickering like an ember in your heart, the urge to ask him why tips your tongue. but before your curiosity could materialize into verbal words, you would be reminded of where he truly hailed and what the circumstances are of said land. perhaps pierro fucks you with a need to get you pregnant as one way to spread his khaenri’ahn blood.
CAPITANO + womb fucking. in new york’s voice i know his dick big— i know it. size kink.
capitano thinks of you as a battlefield. in truth, you are nothing of the sort. not a wasteland of bodies emitting miasma putrid enough to destroy one’s stomach. it took him weeks chewing over the irony before surmising that his enticement has everything to do with his lusting for blood and annihilation. in his eyes, you are a battlefield he must conquer. unlike pierro who has given you status, capitano offered you strength in exchange for your little puffy pussy taking his huge cock.
don’t be scared, he’d whisper, it’ll fit. pressed against your stomach, no cock of such girth and length could ever fit in someone’s cunt. you feel so little in his arms, extremely so whenever you work your body down his whole length. and once he’s fully sheathed inside, with his fat crown pushing right into your womb and veins thick enough to stimulate, you shiver and sob. capitano is deep in your guts and he knows it, always drawing gentle circles on your back to allay the sting of having stretched your pussy out and to soothe the enfeebling sensation of his cock tip kissing your womb each gentle thrust.
many stories surround him, most of which are bone-chilling. they say capitano is the harbinger of death, and that hiding behind his mask is the skewed face of a monster hell spat out. you admit to believing the hearsay once, but calloused is his skin might be, you have never been touched by hands so gentle. consider it clemency, since you must not forget: capitano can easily break you if he so does will it himself.
DOTTORE + exhibitionism. voyeurism. creampie.
in zapolyarny palace, the name dottore typically sparks caution in the hearts of many. christened as the doctor, he is the paradox of warmth normally seen in someone in the field of medicine. you have done all that you could to be stationed somewhere else other than in his laboratory, but a handmaiden’s fate is as pliant as clay in the hands of those with power. therefore, when he offered you wisdom, all you could do was give him the same. wisdom that is through letting dottore’s segments completely fuck you witless in front of him.
he likes observing your face contorting with lewdness. watching drool racing down your chin, tits bouncing as one of his segments drills his cock into you from the back. there’s nothing more gratifying than biting your lips with your eyes rolling heavenward while your pussy sucks in cock after cock. he enjoys the sounds you make but loves popping his cock down your throat when your screams become too noisy for his liking. but when you come undone by having been fucked until your legs are shaking with thick amounts of cum spilling from your cunt, dottore finds himself admiring nothing else but the image before him.
he wouldn’t have thought that his sexual fantasies could be sated without venturing out to the nearest brothel. for that, he bestows you a chance to ask him two questions every time he fucks you. it is a deal sealed months ago that has benefited both parties involved. and dottore loves to keep things as it is. he’d continue doing so as long as you wouldn’t ask questions at the cost of your precious, precious life. it does not matter how much dottore adores you, he would never think twice.
PANTALONE + predator and prey dynamics. dubious content. nasty. he rubs your asshole. i’m sorry i was so horny while writing his part. creampie. drool. unprotected.
possessing mora enough to buy a whole region makes a man forthright in his intentions, be it pure or soiled with nothing but personal gain. because in the face of money, even the most deviant minds and sickest of hearts appear gilded. you have been proven of the warped reality when letters from your family burst forth in your chamber. each parchment contains fervent gratitude for a name that turned your blood gelid. mr. pantalone is a very kind man, indeed. please do not forget to thank him for the year’s worth of food he supplied us.
the first time you thanked him, pantalone fucked your pussy until the hole was gaping, as though asking for more. he completely owned you: mind, body, and soul. he pistoled his cock deep in your guts for hours, with his eyes rolling back to his skull and his cheeks tinted pink. at one point he almost cried overstimulating his cock tip by kissing your cervix and squirting bouts of cum in your womb. you’ve found out that he particularly prefers when you bounce on his thick shaft, squelching him dry while he gropes your tits and licks your nipples until his mouth is spilling out saliva. sometimes he would rub your asshole as you come around his cock, because he revels whenever your pussy pulses around his girth to milk his balls sapped of cum.
as a man with unparalleled wealth, pantalone sure likes to count. he’s skilled at keeping scores, striking a line on your inner thigh with a glaring ink for every round where he leaves your cunt cum-filled. with each line equivalent to ten million mora. you’d enter pantalone’s chamber every week as a handmaiden, then come out a wealthy one— albeit powerless. regardless of how blinding mora is, it must not hide the truth from you: pantalone, the richest man of all, can take your opulence just as easily as he gave it.
CHILDE + mindbreak. protected sex. condom used. childe is feral. drool.
childe, the 11th of the harbingers, is appreciated by many if not all. an unusual sight in zapolyarny palace, yet the warmest one. he is a glorious warrior, especially when wielding his weapon. a sight worthy of awe, for he moves with precision and speed that are not of this world. owning aberrant strength, childe is meant for blood and glory. and he evinces it all by providing you security whenever you prove just how formidable of a harbinger he is behind closed doors.
drool on the pillows, hands barely hanging on to the sheets, with your mind spinning after hours and hours of childe drilling his cock into you until your stomach flattens on the bed. he pounds your pussy vehemently, shifting positions every time to abuse your sensitive spots. feet over his shoulders, knees against your chest, missionary, name it all. he’ll fuck you in ten different positions each night to break your sanity. and every time he slides his cock out of your wet cunt with his fat and heavy cum pulling the rubber down his twitching shaft, he ties the condom around your legs as proof of his strength.
what makes a warrior is his stamina, and childe would do anything to prove that he’s a formidable one. be it through fighting or fucking, he has yet to fail in either of those aspects. he has dominated you more than once. it is you who willingly walked in on his life like a vulnerable mouse sauntering to a viper’s maw. you have no one else but yourself to blame for the venom in your veins.
SCARAMOUCHE + voyeurism. perv!scaramouche.
scaramouche is his name and he’s the most enigmatic of all. some whispers say that it is merely a moniker to conceal his identity. to bury his past, to birth him anew. vexed with more than half of the zapolyarny palace, the quiet places and shadows are his companions. you think he hates you, too, for none could be spared from scaramouche’s temper. but unlike everyone else, he has found something quite entertaining in you. regardless of its nature, you have not exactly been favored by the harbinger. he remains truthful to his ill temper no matter the circumstances.
when you part your thighs before him, shaking fingers while playing with your pulsing clit, the way he stares burns at your skin. there is humor in his eyes. as though the way you pump two fingers in your wet and untouched cunt serves as peak amusement for him. perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. scaramouche has mastered the schooling of his expressions, sticking only to that of pure malice even if he has you bared before him. he loves commanding you to touch your cunt with your legs extended wide, or pinch and rub on your clit until you’re shaking at where you sit. sometimes he’d tease and tug at your nipples, but he has never gone further than that. and you fear that he never will.
brewing between you is one crooked relationship. scaramouche has not any need for you other than to satisfy his odd fantasies. he has been forthright from the beginning about his intentions, saying that he merely wants to see for himself what’s so special about a handmaiden like you that has the other harbingers on their knees. all his provocations hold with them a promise, and that perhaps one day, scaramouche will try and seek out the answers for himself. but that day is not today.
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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Can I ask for Fatui Men reacting to a very small reader pulling away when they go balls deep? Like, they're so full down there and the stretch is just too much?
Oh, do you do anon names?
I'm pretty short so I feel like I can relate to this request. And as for Anon names, I don't do them much but I have for a few Anon's.
Pairing: Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Capitano, Scaramouche
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, overstimulation, size kink, size difference, aftercare, dub-con (for Dottore)
A/N: I know Scaramouche is now the Wanderer but I'm still gonna count him here.
Childe would coo you into taking more, it's alright, he'll go as slow as you need him to. There's no shame if you want to back off but he really wants to be balls deep inside of you, it feels so good when his whole length is wrapped up in your slick warmth. So can you do that? Can you take just a little more for him? If you do he promises to... kiss it better afterwards.
Dottore grins down and you manically and grabs you firmly by the hips, preventing you from moving. You wanted this, don't start acting like you didn't just because it hurts a little. He could turn that pain into mind-numbing pleasure you know, just give yourself over to him. No matter how much it hurts he'll make you finish frim it, he'll blur that line between pleasure and pain for you.
Pantalone talks you down and lets you back away. He's trying to make this work for you both, trying to find a compromise. Would you take him in a different hole? Or maybe you just need to be stretchered a bit more? He's happy with anything you give him, but you know, and he knows what gets his cock throbbing the most. He tries again, this time while holding your hand and gently kissing you until he feels his balls finally smack against you.
Pierro is a patient man. He's almost too relaxed as you wiggle on top of him, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other against his cheek. As much as he would love for you to take all the time you need there is a needy part of him that wants to hear his balls smacking against you as you ride his cock. He pushes you down a little, just to send you the message. He's patient but even he has his limits.
Capitano keeps your hands pinned behind your back with only one hand while the other works on your clit to the point where you're crying. He knows he's huge so the only way he can get inside of you comfortably is when you're coming, dripping wet and offering no resistance to his cock. It's also when you're most sensitive and prone to orgasaming when ever he tell you to, bucking your hips against his, taking him as deep as he can get.
Scaramouche would jerk his hips into yours with more and more force every time he feels you trying to back away. It would keep you on the edge, it would make you want more and none at all, it would make you confused but compliant for him. He likes it when you listen, when you know where your place is, with who your place is and who your pretty pussy needs to be fucked by.
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ikaroux · 1 year
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How are they with their pregnant companion? Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus.
Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/partner is over the moon. But how would he take care of you during pregnancy?
Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader.
Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.
Alert: May contain story spoilers for some characters.
Characters: Capitano, Kaveh + 1 Bonus rewrite.
Note: Did you notice that with this series, I work by paragraph? I try to make a maximum of 14 paragraphs per character and 4 or 5 for the NSFW part. Did you know that a pregnant woman's sexual appetite actually decreases during pregnancy? But I assume that this is not the case for all women, and our genshin men are so sexy, how could we resist them?
Since I now have an AO3 account, I decided to rewrite the first versions of this series to post them on it. I hope you'll still enjoy them.
Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.
Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.
Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.
Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.
Part 5 Tighnari.
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"No one is allowed to enter ma'am."
The Fatui guards blocked your way, preventing you from reaching your companion. "I must see Capitano, it's important." You tried your luck again, trying to force your way through, but the two men, clearly stronger than you, pushed you back as if you weighed nothing. One of them wrapped his hand around your arm, the iron grip he put on it making you wince in pain. "Our captain is not seeing anyone today." And he shoved you violently backwards, causing you to fall. "You brute! Let me in! I'm his fiancé!" The two men looked at each other for a few seconds before a loud laugh escaped from them. You looked at them with bewildered eyes, pondering what was funny about what you had said. The larger of the two was the first to calm down, stepping forward calmly before bending down to grab your already sore arm. He lifted you up violently, pulling you towards the exit. "Enough joking, get out where I should show more… Firmness." You were ready to scream in order to alert your lover, until a squeak from his colleague got your attention. The man manhandling you was stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder and when he turned around, he could only see that his captain, your fiancé, was standing behind him, a menacing aura emanating from him. "Lo-Lord Capitano, this woman she-" Capitano's hand came down on his subordinate's wrist, applying a force to it that forced the soldier to release you. "Silence, wait for me here. We'll discuss what just happened later." The man shuddered, stepping aside to let Capitano pass as he gallantly guided you to his office. Once the two of you were alone, you threw yourself into his arms, thanking him for helping you. The man returned your embrace, caressing your back with great gentleness. "I'm sorry for what just happened. What are you doing here my sweet? You should have told me you were coming to see me." You smiled at him as you pulled away from his embrace. Taking his hands in yours, you placed them on your stomach with a bright smile on your face… "You'll be a father soon…" Capitano remained silent for a long time, his masked face still turned to his hands. O Tsaritsa, he was going to have to be much more cruel to the one who had abused you in front of his door. Capitano slowly removed his mask, exposing his battle-scarred features, and then lifted you off the floor, placing you on his incredibly tidy desk. He leaned in, placing kiss after kiss on your lips…
Capitano didn't want a child. War, fighting, the cruelty of this world and death were part of his daily life. But you changed his world. With you, he discovered love, the warmth of a home and the happiness of a family. He quickly imagined himself with his baby in his arms, although an illogical fear was born in his heart. It would be so small compared to him. Did his hands, covered in blood, have the right to touch such a frail and defenseless being? Fortunately, you were by his side to reassure him and guide him toward the future that awaited you both.
Unfortunately, your beloved captain often had to leave for missions entrusted to him by the Tsaritsa. He was never reluctant to leave to accomplish his duty, even if he had to go away from you… He missed you, no doubt, but Capitano was a committed man, faithful to the justice he believed in. But now that you were pregnant, every time he had to leave, his heart was heavy with sorrow. What if something happened to you while he was away? He would ask his superior, Pierro, to watch over you, even from a distance, so that he could leave with peace of mind.
Capitano was already very protective of you. Pregnancy has only strengthened this affectionate side that he usually hid from the world. Believe it or not, you don't want to know what he can do to those who want to hurt you…
When you both sleep, you have taken the habit of curling up against him. Capitano is a light sleeper, and the slightest movement puts him on alert. By the time sleep takes over, he will look at you for a long time, wrapping an arm around your waist and then touching your stomach. He could see that it had become slightly rounded. A peaceful smile spread across his face as he kissed your head resting on his chest with a sigh of contentment.
As soon as he has some time to himself, Capitano will gladly agree to do some shopping with you for the birth of the child. This tall man with an impressive build tended to stand out in the stores, especially since he refused to go out without his mask. However, you kept your cheerful nature, presenting baby clothes with a big smile on your face to your companion who stood beside you, one hand resting tenderly on your lower back, admiring your every move.
Capitano likes to position himself behind you to put his big hands on your belly. He may be content to stay that way, looking over your shoulder while you go about your business. Tender kisses on your neck and jaw will make you smile with amusement and tenderness as he caresses your lower belly, feeling at times the movements of his child…
A little habit that you both have developed: the bath. A privileged moment between the two of you, allowing you to enjoy the warmth and contact of your companion while Capitano savored the sight of your body transforming little by little. He was probably the one who enjoyed this intimacy the most, knowing full well that no one would come and disturb you. His tender and loving side came out wonderfully as he held you in his arms.
Capitano does not want to talk about you and his unborn child with other Harbingers. Other than Pierro, he doesn't trust others enough to keep you safe. He was not fooled about Pulcinella, the man hiding dark ambitions. Arlecchino was a manipulator with a heart of ice, a form of madness eating away at her. The rest of the executors were no better… Perhaps he could make an exception with the eleventh? He had never spoken to him, but he thought Tartaglia would probably be good advice with the children…
Your companion had a very soft, calm and steady voice. Every time he talked to you, you could feel the baby react to the sound of his voice. When you told him, Capitano just smiled, looking away from you. Was it a blush you could see on his ears?
Capitano will be less stingy with his tender words when he's alone with you. Your pregnancy seems to have softened him up a lot and he'll find it much easier to express his feelings towards you. Every "I love you" or "I missed you" he says will be a real treasure for you.
Capitano will be a strict but loving father. He will dedicate his life to his child and of course to you. He will do his best not to be a burden to his son/daughter, as his reputation as the strongest man in all of Teyvat may weigh down such small shoulders.
NSFW Bonus
Capitano would keep his distance from you to prevent his carnal needs from doing you more harm than good. He knew he was rough and sometimes a little mean when he couldn't control himself. Yet it was you who came to him, confessing that you needed him, that you wanted him. How could he resist you?
The doors of his office were still locked by one of you, leaving the field free for your fiancé to lie down on his desk, abruptly pushing on the floor anything that could have hurt you. Taking care to remove his mask before starting anything, his lips would find your mouth as soon as he was free of it. His hands greedily roamed your body, removing the clothes that were in his way. His eyes landed on your belly, which had quickly taken on a few curves, causing a glint of excitement to shine in his pupils. His hands slid tenderly over it, admiring the way your belly was inflating with each breath. It was his child growing inside you. He was the one who had made you pregnant. It made his member harder and harder every time he thought about it. Pulling gently on your legs, Capitano pressed himself against you, making you moan with anticipation as you felt the hardness in his pants against your you. He wanted to make you scream with pleasure, to let the guards outside his door know what he was doing to you and that you were his. No one would dare laugh at you again when you said you were his fiancé or that you were carrying his child.
Capitano wished he had been gentler with you, for fear of hurting his child. But his instincts told him otherwise… Still, he had asked a Fatui doctor for advice about your sexual relations. He was reassured when it was explained that there was no risk to the baby and that sex could even be beneficial in easing the delivery.
While his long fingers took their time preparing you to receive him, Capitano stood straight in front of you, watching your every reaction. Seeing you squirm on his desk, red and moaning at his ministrations made his member more painful than ever. He waited to make you cum on his fingers before slowly removing his sex from its fetters, his eyes never leaving your breathless form. Positioning himself at your entrance, Capitano took your knees between his hands, spreading your legs further apart before he began to thrust. He knew he was big, but you had always taken him without complaint. As soon as he felt your walls give way to his invasion, he immediately began to pound you with force, making his desk creak. Your screams of pleasure made him smile as he heard the murmurs of the guards behind his door. Ceasing to keep his distance from your lips, Capitano let go of your legs to bend toward you, careful not to crush your belly as he used his forearms to lean on the wood of the desk. With a muffled grunt, he kissed you, enjoying the feel of your hands pulling his ebony hair.
Capitano rarely moaned, but when he felt your orgasm tightening his member like a vise, he couldn't stop the pleasure he felt from vibrating his vocal cords. Instead of going slow to follow you, his thrusts became rougher, a dull growl escaping his throat each time he hit your hips. He clenched his fists as he felt his orgasm pouring into you. God, if you weren't already pregnant, he wouldn't have hesitated to do it again… But you were exhausted, the pregnancy taking all your energy. Capitano withdrew, taking the time to kiss your belly before lifting you up in his arms to lie on his couch. Covered by his long coat, you looked at him with loving eyes. You drew him to you, demanding his caresses and kisses. Capitano sighed against your lips, his heart beating with adoration for you.
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"Pregnant!"
Kaveh inadvertently shouted through the streets of Sumeru, startling a few passersby as they went about their business. The architect inhaled sharply, grabbing your wrist to take you to a quieter place. Once out of sight, he took your face in his hands, plunging his beautiful gaze into yours. "Are you pregnant?" You smiled at him, tenderly wrapping a hand around his wrist before placing a light kiss on it. Kaveh couldn't believe his ears, his heart drumming in his chest as he seemed about to burst with happiness. Gently, he brought his face closer, pressing his forehead against yours, exhaling a shaky breath from his mouth. As he closed his eyes, a dreamy smile stretching his lips, Kaveh wondered how he had managed to survive so many years without you by his side. You were a blessing in his life, an angel fallen from heaven who offered him love and home. "Thank you my love. Thank you." Simple words in his mouth, yet loaded with emotion. You embraced him, celebrating your happiness to come.
Kaveh had moved in with you, leaving the hell of collocation with Alhaitham for boundless happiness with you. Although his shoulders were still weighed down by the astronomical debt of his latest masterpiece, Kaveh kept his head high, continuing to work hard on numerous projects to clear his debt. He didn't want his problems to cause you stress, especially during pregnancy…
Kaveh took care of everything at home. He would let you rest, especially when he heard you getting up at night to vomit… He would stay with you, holding your hair and helping you clean up afterwards. As soon as you returned to bed to go back to sleep, your companion would encourage you to lie down in his arms, stroking your forehead and hair until your eyes grew heavy.
Since Kaveh couldn't really afford to buy anything for you and your child, he decided to use his architectural skills. He will design and build with the help of Tighnari and Collei a crib and rocking chair and a whole lot of beautiful furniture for the baby's room.
As your belly gets rounder, Kaveh will make it a habit every morning to kiss your belly, saying a sweet "Hello" to his baby before getting up and kissing you tenderly.
Your partner will often offer you afternoons on your terrace. Comfortably seated on cushions, Kaveh would hold you between his legs, one hand on your belly while he read you the book of your choice. You could also just listen to him humming a Sumeru tune, savoring his lips on your scalp.
Alhaitham and Kaveh were "friends". Sure, it was a strange friendship, but the two supported each other in their own way. That's why you weren't surprised when Alhaitham knocked on your door, his face expressionless, holding a teddy bear in his arms… Kaveh looked at his friend with a strange grimace on his face and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight. It was over tea that you were able to chat with Kaveh's friend, sharing with him your wishes for your child.
Arguments were rare in your relationship, but sometimes you felt like your hormones were getting the best of you. You could go from pure anger to tears of sadness after an argument. Kaveh understood your problem and always made sure to hug you, whispering in your ear that he was sorry and that he loved you…
The first time you called Kaveh to put his hand on your belly, the man was speechless as he felt his little one moving around inside. The following times, your companion could not help but tell his baby about his day or even complain about Alhaitham and the wise men or his mom who had gently scolded her for nonsense. With your ear pressed against you, your arms wrapped around your hips, you stroked his hair, rolling your eyes with an amused smile as you listened to your companion confess to your child.
Kaveh often told you that he wished it was a girl. He knew that little girls had a stronger bond with their fathers, especially at a young age. Of course, if you gave birth to a boy, he would spoil and cherish him just as much.
Every outing you took, Kaveh would stand by your side, protecting you from crowds and careless passersby who might inadvertently punch you in the stomach. If someone dared to push you around, the anger in Kaveh's voice and the strength he used to push the person away shocked you every time. Yet you were the one who calmed him down, reassuring him of your health by taking his hand and placing it on your stomach. "You see, our baby is fine." You said to yourself as your child was having fun doing somersaults. Kaveh sighed, calming his nerves before smiling and kissing your forehead apologetically. "I rather think he wants to defend his mother, like his father…" You laughed at his comment.
Between the two of you, Kaveh was definitely the one who was dreading the delivery the most. The closer the date got, the more the fear that the delivery would go wrong invaded his mind. He didn't want to lose you or the baby. His fear could be contagious, fortunately, it was your friends who reassured you. Alhaitham, Tighnari, Collei, Nilou, Layla and even Cyno. All of them promised you that everything would go well and that the doctors who would take care of you were used to deliver even the most difficult babies. This will not stop Kaveh from cuddling you every day, enjoying your closeness and warmth until the big day.
Kaveh will be a very loving and devoted father to his child. He loves to hold his baby in his arms, showing others how perfect his child was. He loves to kiss his chubby cheeks.
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Kaveh was the kind of man who was into romance. Whenever he wanted you, he made it clear in a roundabout way. Soft kisses on your lips, sensually running down your neck. Or soft words whispered in your ear as he slowly led you to your room decorated with flowers and some lit candles… But you were the opposite of him.
The first time you felt the irresistible urge to feel him inside you, you pulled him to your room, kissing him fiercely, drawing a surprised moan from his throat. Not having the time to grab your hips to avoid falling, you pushed him onto the bed, spreading him out beneath you. His shocked eyes stared at you as you straddled him, bending towards him to claim his mouth again. Kaveh felt like his body was boiling from the inside out as you wrapped your tongue around his, rubbing your hips against his pelvis. He could feel his member hardening at the sight of you, his eyelids closing sharply at the sudden invasion of desire. Was he allowed to have you while you were pregnant? In doubt, he gently pulled you away from him, slowly catching his breath before asking, "W-Wait, isn't this going to be dangerous for the baby?" He shuddered as you rolled your eyes before smiling at him, your hands clutching at your top to slowly remove it. Kaveh's eyes couldn't turn away from you as he admired your bare body. Hesitantly, he raised his hands to you, first caressing your round belly before moving higher, kneading your breasts free of your bra. He grunted when you moved your hips again…
Kaveh let you undress him, welcoming you into his arms once you were done. He liked to see you sitting on top of him, stroking his member against yours to coat it with your arousal. Kaveh closed his eyes tightly as he felt you slide down his member, his hands coming to rest on your hips to help you get off him. As soon as he opened his eyelids again, he felt his cheeks heat up sharply at the sight of your flushed face, his eyes closed by the feeling of pure happiness that overwhelmed you. To see you in this state, with his member buried in you and the round belly of his child made him mad with desire.
Kaveh took you by surprise when he tightened his grip on your hips, using his feet as a fulcrum to start penetrating you hard. It was not in his habit to behave like this, usually preferring gentle sex. But his sudden brutality made you scream with excitement. Kaveh had never felt this way. Desire was running through his head as he concentrated on the pleasure he was feeling as he pounded into you with force. The noises you were making were making him dizzy and when you called out his name, begging for more, Kaveh knew he was lost. Turning suddenly, careful that nothing hurt your stomach, your lover grabbed your knees, pinning them in the crook of his arms. Despite the haze of desire that prevented him from thinking properly, Kaveh was still careful that the position was not uncomfortable for either you or the baby. As soon as he got your go-ahead, he started pounding you again with rigor.
Kaveh never held back his moans, openly expressing the pleasure he felt when he made love to you. He knew it turned you on to hear him moan your name, your own voice getting louder every time he panted in your ear. He whispered to you how good it felt, how much he loved you and how happy you made him. Sweating, Kaveh slowly felt his end approaching as your walls began to tighten around him. As your screams became more and more high pitched, he applied more force in his thrusts to help you reach your orgasm. Your name came out of his mouth in a final moan as he felt himself coming at the same time as you. His hips slowed their rhythm until they stopped completely. Kaveh slowly separated from you, falling down beside you, out of breath and exhausted… Gradually regaining his senses, he started to sit up to see how you were doing before being interrupted by your hand pushing him back against the bed. A smile was frozen on his lips as he watched you straddle him again, a smug expression on his face. God, you were insatiable and terribly sexy as he watched your hand slowly caress your belly until it fell on his member… He felt that the next few months of pregnancy were going to be a real physical ordeal for him…
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"Diluc I… I'm pregnant."
Diluc dropped the quill he used for signing several contracts with Fontaine's clients, staining the papers beneath. His round eyes stared at you as he kept his mouth slightly open. You could see his hands trembling as he backed up in his chair, clearly frightened by your admission. He could feel the world spinning around him, dizziness clouding his ability to think. He didn't understand how this could have happened, knowing that you were both protecting each other. You were everything to him, his life, his heart, his world, and now you were giving him a child. He was happy but also so scared… Yes, Diluc was afraid. Scared of losing you. Scared of hurting you. Scared of… Not being a good father. He had never known his mother, who died at birth, and his father, whose sudden and violent death left him with deep scars in his heart. What if the same thing happened to you as to his mother? Or if Diluc suffered the same fate as his father? He couldn't bear it… He would never forgive himself, even in death. Your lover gasped when he felt your fingers gently caress his cheek, taking him away from the dark thoughts that were invading his mind. "Diluc, darling calm down." - You cuddled his cheekbones, then his ear, before tangling your fingers in his hair and pressing his forehead against yours. The gentleness in your eyes calmed his doubt-ridden heart and he finally allowed himself to breathe peacefully. - "You will be wonderful. You always have been." - His hands had stopped shaking as he took yours in his. Tears were streaming down his cheeks. The fear had left him. Happiness was right there in front of his eyes, he loved you so much and he will love this little being that you both had created just as much.
Diluc has always been very considerate and gentle with you. And he was even more so since your pregnancy. Every word, every caress he offered you made you feel like you were falling in love with him all over again.
During your seventh week of pregnancy, the problems associated with it became more and more complicated to bear, often forcing you to lie in your marital bed with a cold cloth over your eyes. The pain pounding in your head and nausea were especially bad in the morning. Although Diluc had a lot of work to do, he stayed by your side, moving your head to his thighs to massage your temples and forehead. He hated seeing you in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it. So he asked some friends what could help you with your nausea. Lisa advised him to make you a ginger drink, which was well within Diluc's capabilities.
Your companion has always been a protective man. Too protective. You knew he had deep-seated fears about you, and the thought of anything happening to you while he was away terrified him. Of course, you weren't going to complain about spending more time with him, but you didn't want him to put aside his business or nightly duties for you. So you gently scolded him, reminding him that you weren't made of sugar, just pregnant. With a tender smile, you kissed him, promising him that you would take care of yourself while he was away.
You stopped counting the number of times Diluc put his hands on your belly, savoring the curves that were gradually taking shape. He loved to caress it while he held you close. It was a warm and intimate moment, taking advantage of the private time between you to bury his face in your neck and kiss you. Most of the time he kept his eyes closed, imagining your life when the baby was born. That reality took on a clearer shape in his brain when he felt his baby move against his hands for the first time. Tears welled up in his eyes, wondering if it was possible for him to be happier.
As soon as sleep came, Diluc, who tended to fall asleep later, would lie down next to your belly, placing tender kisses on it before whispering sweet nothings to his baby. "I'll protect you and mom.", "I love you both so much." His baby would respond positively to his voice, pressing against your belly to form a small bump. Diluc would smile, responding to his child by stroking that spot.
Diluc had gotten into the habit of helping you support the weight of your belly when you went out. He could see that it was getting harder and harder for you to stand, so whenever he could, Diluc would go behind your back, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your hips. His large hands would reach under your belly, helping you support the baby's weight. Who cares if people looked at him, didn't he have the right to support his wife? Plus, it made it easier for him to kiss you, his lips brushing your shoulder, neck and jaw with tenderness before whispering his love for you.
Your husband was an excellent cook, and although Adelinde was the one who did most of the cooking, Diluc wanted to prepare it for you personally. He insisted on using only the best produce, even going so far as to have the fruits and vegetables he needed planted in the estate gardens. This man loved to shower you with affection, which is why he would bring you a beautifully flowered tray to bed every morning, with a dish he had specially prepared on top.
Diluc didn't care if his child was a boy or a girl, he only cared that it was healthy and safe. The fear of childbirth had never left him, and as the due date approached, the fear gripped his heart. He vowed to stay by your side and hold your hand during the birth, making sure to call on the best doctors and midwives in all of Mondstadt to accompany you through this ordeal.
When you reached the eighth month of pregnancy, Diluc caught you looking at yourself half-naked in front of the mirror, studying your round belly as he slowly ran a hand over it, his lips stretched by your sweet smile. Diluc admired the scene, his eyes shining with love. The baby would be here soon and he thought, seeing you like this, that you would be an incredible mother. Diluc silently approached, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his hands on yours. His eyes stayed on your reflection as he felt you melt further into his embrace. Diluc sighed, happy and content.
Upon learning of your pregnancy, Kaeya had decided to spend more time at the Dawn Winery, trying to ease Diluc's shoulders by being with you. This was difficult at first, as there was always an icy coldness between them. But as the weeks went by, the two men began to speak cordially to each other. You could sometimes see them smiling at each other as they talked about the baby and how Kaeya would be the best uncle in Teyvat. The gifts he gave for your child always ended up in the baby's future room. A stuffed animal that resembled an owl would wait warmly in the crib for the arrival of the Ragnvindr offspring.
Sometimes Diluc was forced to leave the manor late because a source told him of abyssal mages, Fatui, or bandits lurking around his lands. For your safety, Diluc would put on his Darknight hero outfit and go hunting. Even though you were asleep most of the time, Diluc would always offer you and the baby a kiss and an "I love you both" before he left. He would do so as quickly as possible, reluctant to leave you alone in the manor with only a few maids unable to defend you in case of attack. Fortunately, and Diluc knew this, the source of his information, specifically Kaeya, was keeping a close eye on the Dawn Winery.
Diluc would be a very gentle and loving father. His heart warmed every time he held his baby close. It was a little being that seemed so fragile in his arms. The first time he held him, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at him in silence, becoming more emotional as his baby's tiny hand wrapped around his finger. He vowed inwardly to do everything he could to protect his family.
Bonus NSFW:
Diluc was amazed at how much you'd been craving sex since you were pregnant. Even though your sex life had always been full, with Diluc satisfying your needs to perfection, you now sometimes went to him more than once during the day to ask for his help, pulling his tie to lure him into your bedroom. His cheeks were flushed with excitement as he obediently allowed himself to be dragged along by you. Once in the privacy of your room, Diluc locked the door, pinning you against it. His lips, eager for you, crushed against your mouth with desperate force, while his hands grabbed your knees to lift you up. Wrapping your legs around his hips, Diluc took advantage of having his hands free to grab your ass, allowing him to press his growing erection against your folds. Moaning against his lips, you savored the languid movements of his hips against you…
Diluc thought back to the first time you'd made love since you were pregnant. He had been so afraid of hurting you that he had just made you cum on his fingers and tongue, completely ignoring his needs. The second time, you reassured him that the baby was safe, that he could enter you without any problems. You didn't have to say it twice. Now there he was, holding you against the door, struggling to get your clothes off. Archon, he felt so insatiable! Already this morning he had woken you up with his mouth and fingers, waiting patiently for your eyes to open and asking for more…
At first, Diluc went slowly with you, treating you like glass that would shatter at the touch of his fingers. His back and forth was sensual as his fingers happily caressed your belly. He can't help but kiss you, his tongue wrapping around yours. His hands roamed your body with passion, enjoying the softness of your skin against his palms.
Now that your clothes were on the ground, he didn't bother to remove his own, simply unzipping the front of his pants and then pulling down his underwear to free his member. Lord, you were already ready for him, he didn't even have to prepare you with his fingers. Was it the pregnancy that made you like this? He'd never admit it, but he loved feeling you so in love with him as he was with you. With one of his arms still holding you firmly in place, Diluc used his free hand to position his sex at your entrance, penetrating the tip first before slowly working his way in. His gentle back and forth movements made you see the stars and as soon as he hit bottom, his movements stopped, probably waiting for his breathing to calm down. The pleasure was so great that his body trembled against you. His soft grunts against your ear drove you wild with excitement as you felt Diluc press you closer to him, melting you into his embrace. He left no space between the two of you, allowing himself to feel your little round belly against his abs. His shirt prevented him from fully feeling your body against his, and he cursed himself inwardly for his impatience. Slowly, his hips began to roll against you, making you moan his name against his ear. Diluc kept his jaw firmly clenched, occasionally hissing with pleasure as he felt your walls tighten around him. It felt so good that he had to hold back hard to keep from cumming immediately. He hadn't even begun to come properly… As he languidly rolled his hips against you, his face hidden in your hair, he heard your pleas against his ear. Faster. Harder. This is what you wanted. Well, then he would grant your wishes. Grabbing your buttocks more firmly, Diluc began to penetrate you hard and fast, making you scream his name. Archon, he could feel your nails scratching at his back, and despite the pain, it excited him more. The door creaked with his pounding and he was sure all his employees were aware of your lovemaking. But he would have time to worry about that later, continuing to pound you, being careful not to hit your belly. He rarely got to a point where he couldn't control his own sounds, but it was when he felt completely lost in you that his moans got louder, more ferocious with each swing of his hips. His sex ached as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, feeling your orgasm approaching. He let a loud grunt escape him as your walls tightened around him.
He savored the feel of your hands on his shoulder blades, on his neck and in his hair, feeling the love and passion of your actions. He came inside you, again and again, going straight back to the assault when he was done. Since you were pregnant, the urges he once managed to control were now overpowering his reason. He wanted you and your lustful looks didn't encourage him to calm down. He was going to satisfy you in the best way possible, as many times as necessary and for as long as you would let him.
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ft. Capitano, Dottore, Columbina, and Arlecchino
Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.
Tags: First 4 harbingers x afab!reader (minus Pierro and Pulcinella), nsfw under cut, established relationships, Capitano may be ooc bc we have nothing on this man lmao, mdni
Word count: ~2.2K, not proofread
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Capitano
Capitano was ever the hard worker. If he wasn’t in his office at Zapolyarny Palace, then he was off fighting in the name of the Tsaritsa, far away from your home in Snezhnaya. Naturally, you miss him dearly- and clearly he had observed how you seem to linger around him more often when he’s around, or how much more clingy and desperate you’ve become in bed. Arranging for a short trip to Natlan, his home nation, you had hoped to reclaim the time you lost with your husband.
The climate in Natlan was drastically different from Snezhnaya. It was warm all year round, and this time it happened to be particularly hotter than any other season. You had packed clothes accordingly, though it was hard as weather like that never shows itself in the coldest nation in Teyvat. Though there was one piece you purchased that caught your attention, and you knew for sure your husband would absolutely love it on you.
Capitano sat on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for you to get ready. His hands found themselves fiddling with the hem of the loose linen shirt he donned, which appeared to be tight on his massive, defined body, though he did not mind. He was proud of his physique, even more so at the fact you seemed almost obsessed with his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Chuckling to himself, Capitano finds it hard to resist you, his little wife.
“Dear, are you ready? We have the whole day ahead of us.” Capitano called out. You shuffled around in the bathroom, putting on the final touches of your makeup and making sure everything is in place before you emerge. Immediately, his eyes were on you- more specifically, the garment that you had chosen to wear. It was a sundress, of course. It was sheer, but not so much that it didn’t cover anything. It was perfect for the hot weather, especially its length, or lack thereof. Barely reaching over your ass, in fact.
Somewhat shyly, you give a little twirl in front of your husband. “Do you think this outfit is okay? I wasn’t sure it was my size so…” He had foregone his mask for the day, which gave away to his surprised face, blushing and staring as if he was hungry.
“You look amazing, my dear.” As you turn back to face Capitano, you were suddenly greeted with your husband’s chest. Leaning down, he places his large hands on your hips, giving them a light squeeze that illicited a giggle from you. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your tantalizing scent and grinning as you pull him closer towards you. 
“Irresistible, in fact. I think this is just the right size for you.” His voice was low, almost muffled as he placed light kisses on your skin. You sigh, running your fingers through his long hair, traveling lower onto his chest and then feeling the familiar shape beginning to form in your husband’s pants. You almost laughed when Capitano groaned at your touch, who unconsciously moved closer to you to relieve himself some.
“I thought we had plans for today?” Your honeyed voice only added to his increasingly needy gestures. He couldn’t help but let his hands roam across your body, touching and squeezing at your curves through the dress. Your small stature, so soft against his, in a dress that accentuated everything he loved about you…
Well, he did say that you both had the whole day, so why not spare a few more hours together?
Dottore
As his lovely lab assistant and partner, Dottore decided to bring you along with him to an expedition in Sumeru to collect some sample for his latest research endeavor. At first, you were hesitant and a bit confused as to why he didn’t just send one of his clones or subordinates to go fetch it instead, but he had insisted that the sample was of “utmost importance” and that only he would be able to verify its integrity, whatever that meant.
So that’s how you found yourself in the sweltering desert heat, sitting in a tent that barely blocked out the sun. Your sweat had drenched your clothing since the early morning, so a change of attire was in order. As you sift through your belongings, you groaned as you realized you’d only been packed clothes that the Fatui deemed “suitable” for Snezhnayan summers- that is, clothes that were still too thick to wear. 
You sigh as your eyes scan the room for another solution, stopping at the shopping bag you had left on your desk. The little free time you had before entering the desert was spent shopping around Port Ormos, in which you had purchased a dress you thought was cute. You weren’t expecting to wear it so soon, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice…
Dottore worked on his paperwork, writing his report in a different tent from your shared one. Engrossed in his research, he barely noticed your presence enter the tent, nor did he notice the dress that barely clung onto your body. He hummed in response to your greeting, hearing you shuffle around and do the tasks you were assigned. 
It just so happens that the moment Dottore looks up happens to be the same moment you bend over to pick up some books on the floor, much to his wide-eyed pleasure. Your behind was deliciously accentuated in the new garment you wore, barely peeking out of the dress. In a flash, Dottore’s focus was taken away from the papers in his hands and instead was aimed at you, his cute little lab assistant.
With not much noise he rose, making his way over to you in silence as you gather all the books in your hands. You hadn’t noticed your lover’s presence until you feel a firm grip on your hips, suddenly knocking you against Dottore’s familiar legs. You let out something in between a gasp and a sigh as you crane your neck to look at him, slightly embarrassed as you felt his growing erection rub your ass.
“Now, you know I’m a busy man, darling.” Dottore’s husky voice sent a shiver down your spine. “So what’s with the distraction?”
“Look, it’s how outside and this is the only thing I can wear-“ A moan escaped your throat as you felt a sharp smack land on the plush of your behind. He smirked, shushing you as he pressed you closer against him. His hands grew erratic as they clawed at your dress, almost ripping it apart while he touch any and every port of your soft skin.
“A punishment is in order, don’t you think?”
Columbina
You sighed as you walked through the Palace greenhouse, on what seemed like your tenth lap of the day. Columbina had promised to meet you there after meeting with the Tsaritsa, but it had been hours- surely, a meeting wouldn’t take that long would it? 
You gaze dejectedly at the lily flowers by your side, blooming in spite of the coolness outside. The greenhouse felt like summer all year round, allowing for plants like the one you had in your hands to bloom effortlessly every year. It was quite impressive, such a large structure protecting plants from all over Teyvat from Snezhnaya’s cold. 
Given that, it really wouldn’t make sense to wear your normal Fatui uniform here, so you opted for a dress that you hadn’t worn in ages, and clearly it showed: the dress was a little tighter on you than you had remembered, accounting for the muscles you had gained while training, and it certainly was too short to comfortably move in, but the humidity of the room left you little to no choice. 
Your mind was somewhere else when you feel a hand snake around your waist from behind, relaxing when you catch a glimpse of magenta strands from the corner of your eye. Columbina made herself comfortable holding you so, nuzzling into your neck. Her quiet, melodic hums filled the air as you turned to look at your lover, a smile blooming on your face.
“What took you so long, love?” You gently tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty. She chuckled, pleasant and light, before burying herself into you once more. 
“The meeting is still going,” she purred, her hands now barely grazing your hips and waist. You blush as you realize what she’s doing, glancing around to make sure there weren’t any idle soldiers or officers. “it was too dreadful. Sneaking out to see my lovely wife was much more important than some trivial talk of war tactics.” Oblivious to your growing panic, Columbina pulls you closer as she moves her lips against your own, smiling gently.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn passionate, with gentle pecks now turning into harsh smacks as your tongues worked against each other. With each kiss, your hands clawed at Columbina’s clothes, shredding off layers as her hands tug at your hair. 
Haphazardly, you both managed to find a nearby bench to continue your liaison on more comfortably. As you breathe heavily through your swollen lips, Columbina places herself over you, smiling as she dips down for a kiss one more time.
Arlecchino
Ever since Arlecchino was dispatched to Fontaine by the Tsaritsa, her mind was utterly consumed by you. Not that it normally wasn’t, thoughts of you always permeated her brain one way or another, but at least in Snezhnaya she was able to have you physically there to meet her demands- wether it was an affectionate cuddle or something more intimate, your presence was always just a call away.
However, ever since landing in Fontaine, Arlecchino’s thoughts only consisted of two things: the mission at hand, and you. How she missed the way you would saunter up to her, tease her in a way nobody else would dare, and how your legs would stay quiver and shake around her cheeks every time her tongue explored inside you-
Ah, she was getting carried away again. Arlecchino groaned internally at the paperwork that was placed in front of her, glaring as if it were an enemy. Well, in her mind, anything that kept you away from her was considered an enemy to an extent…
A knock on her office door snapped her out of her thoughts. Sighing, Arlecchino commanded them to come in, placing her chin on her palm, bored as ever. Her face must have conveyed some sort of annoyance as the poor fatui agent that came in visibly shivered a little, lowering their head as they said their greetings.
“What is it?”
“There’s a letter from Senzhnaya, my lady.” She did not miss the quiver in their voice, “It’s from Lady (Y/N).” As the agent reached out to give her the envelope, Arlecchino all but snatched it from their hands, all of her attention now devoted to the piece of paper in front of her.
“Leave.” Her voice left no room for reply, with the agent thankfully getting the hint and scurrying away. Once the heavy doors of her office closed, her ruby eyes inspected the envelope intently, taking in every detail that you may have left her. Just as quickly as she snatched the letter, she opened it, revealing its contents: a neatly folded letter, and what looked like a thin sheet wrapped with something.
She wasted no time in unfolding the letter, taking a note of the way the package smelled just like you- sweet, almost sickening. Her lips curled into a grin as she read the words that danced across the page, her heart leaping at all the praise and sweet nothings you seemed to litter across the paragraphs that you had written. How much you missed her, and yearned for her; all of it made Arlecchino’s head dizzy with pride and delight.
She was too absorbed in reading and rereading your letter that she had forgotten about the other item that you had delivered. Tilting her head, she gathered the thing in her hands gently, taking off the wrapping to reveal a picture taken with a camera- a picture of you, clad in what Arlecchino could only describe as barely a dress. A sheer fabric that did little to conceal your cleavage or your thighs as you pose, somewhat scantily, in a move she was sure was made in order to highlight your curves.
Arlecchino’s fingers subconsciously gripped the photo tighter, a shot of warmth suddenly coursing through her body. She sighed heavily, pink dusting her sheeks as she felt the familiar sensation of aching in between her legs. Tentatively, she took off her gloves and slowly travelled her fingers to the zipper of her pants, breathing growing ragged as she frantically tried to relieve whatever spell you had cast on her.
What a tease.
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A/N: here it is! writing this lowkey killed me :,) but i really hope yall liked it. its not full on smut (i dont trust myself to write those with the harbingers just yet for fear of mischaracterization) but its what i can manage. really, im just testing out the waters.
can you guys tell i have a favorite? lol. itll have to be split into two parts since its long enough.
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can I please request fatui harbingers being protective of the cute s/o, (non-toxic relationship 🥲) hope you have a good day<3
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[A/N: Ya'll get too much Dottore- so you will have to deal with my favorite Fatui hehehe ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ]
ღ Pantalone
˚₊· ➳❥He likes it when he dolls you up. The way he will accessorize you with rings, necklaces that are cool and silver to match the lingerie that matches your body.
˚₊· ➳❥ Always makes sure you are wrapped in his jacket. It’s better when he fucks you and the way his buttons scratch against your back and how it completely envelops you.
˚₊· ➳❥ He ties ribbons across your wrists as he ties you. One of his hand pins your arms above you and the other fingers you wide open. Sometimes he likes to wear small rings while fingering you- they flitter across your clit and your body jerks at the change of temperature.
ღ Childe
˚₊· ➳❥ Always one to hold you hand during imamate moments. To always say you are his, that he will protect you, that you are the sweetest in his life.
˚₊· ➳❥Really likes holding you. Spreading your legs apart to shift on his thick thigh rubbing against it back and forward to gain any friction.
˚₊· ➳❥He thinks you are so cute when whine about how you want him inside. How you humping him is not enough for you- you demand more.
˚₊· ➳❥Of course, he will never leave his princess wanting.
ღ Capitano
˚₊· ➳❥Like it when you wrap his arms around him, especially when he hefts you up in the air to pin you against the wall and him.
˚₊· ➳❥He likes marking you up. Especially when your delicate collar bones are exposed at the annual fatui dinner parties. It was a way to show you off to the world that you, are, his. Lace covering his
˚₊· ➳❥The way he fucks you is brutal and soft all at once. The way you whimper and cry as his pace quickens. They way he softly kisses you to hush you- because those whimper are for him only.
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anantaru · 1 year
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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 + 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒
୨୧ genshin + favorite kinks feat. al-haitham : cyno : tighnari : kaveh : dottore : pantalone : capitano : scaramouche x fem! reader -> part one.
୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw : throatfucking : breeding kink + pregnancy mentions : exhibitionism : aphrodisiacs : dumbification (calls you stupid & a mess) : size kink
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𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 + 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
with al-haitham holding your head gently, with his own pace, testing the limits on how much he could control. You lift your face, sinking on the ground with your hands skimming over his pants that teared your gaze to the muscular outline of his thighs.
anticipation, the very thing you mastered to control with al-haitham's stiff cock towering over your lips. "open up." the difference in authority that seemed to have taken place, the sheer dominance he displayed with his arrogance prancing in front of you. Naturally, you did as he commands, mouth widened with your tongue reached out for him.
his cock was heavy on you, his precum melting with your taste buds as he slid himself further, deeper, until his tip prodded against your flexing throat. In a way, you could say it was a bad habit of his, continuing to throat fuck you might be his utter favorite part about you giving him head in the first place.
without ever looking away from you, al-haitham tightened his hands in your hair, peering through his eye lashes when adding movements into his hips, hitting the sensitivity once, twice, thrice, before applying pressure in his play. Your body jolted with heavy snaps into your mouth, al-haitham's pants and slow groans serving as a form of pleasure to you.
each thrust brought him closer to his release, with you continuing to do your best, gaining the upper hand on your jaw while forcing yourself to relax. Blurry, a way to describe your vision, as you scrunched your already half open eyes shut, melting with him in a deep hum that pushed him over the edge, clenching his teeth when the burning ache in him snapped in half.
face a mess, with the corners of your lips full of spit that drooled on your chin. Your nails grazed and rippled into his thighs in an attempt to gain stability from the hard way he was fucking you now, his climax there, washing over him. Al-haitham's warm seed ran down your strained throat, for some reason it was soothing, warm and familiar. You hummed in satisfaction, swallowing down the thick substance that dug into you.
"fuck." his attention remained on you, his thumbs clearing your face from your tears as he greeted you with a pleased smile, "you're so fucking good to me."
𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎 + 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆
whether or not it was intentional for cyno to edge you into literal oblivion, you could never be actually mad at him for doing so, your climax would wash over you forceful, more so tremendously better than any other orgasm you had experienced beforehand. Slowly, your mind grasped into the familiar feeling, cyno's fingers pistoling into your warmth with yet another release becoming visible.
"i want to cum already." wracking the last inch of pride that was left in your body, cyno bit back a laugh at you, enjoying the sight under him. "we talked about this." confidence was one of the factors he possessed and was a master in, his voice was always laced with it.
"please, cyno." your patience was wearing thin, he went at it all night long, you could've sworn you already heard various birds sing with you strongly believing that it was in fact, the morning approaching. Did your boyfriend really edge you all night long? without even letting you cum more than twice? short answer, yes.
"please, what?" with him softening his voice like that, it being low and whispery, made the agonizing ache in between your legs somehow a bit more bearable. "please, make me cum." you'd be damned, damned by that wry smirk he let out upon hearing you beg so fucking sinfully. He pressed his fingers back in, hard, pumping them back and forth without stilling nor haltering his digits on you.
shudders possessed your body when you rose your back off the mattress, climaxing around his slender digits. Your essence was exhilarating in his eyes, slick and glistering on your pulsating cunt when he pulled away, gliding his tongue over his coated fingers. With that view in front of you, you could've released yet again.
𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 + 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆
your touch was overwhelming at this close proximity with tighnari picking up every detail off your body, your quickened heartbeat, the faint layer of sweat, not to mention your arousal that slicked around his stiff member. His senses were sharp, the tension in him snapping in half as he released himself yet again, pumping his seed into you with the slight scare of it pooling right back out.
it was beyond tighnari's control, the mere thought alone of having you filled up, his body grasping into that idea with goosebumps dotting up his skin. What would happen if he got you pregnant right now? his thoughts were intoxicating, tighnari licked his lips upon dreaming about your swelled belly holding your child.
the pause on his hips was barely mentionable as he plunged himself back into you, his little fantasy involuntarily made him hard again, painfully so. It was save to say you were at your limits, the inside of your thighs plastered with his cum, not to forget that your muscles were exceedingly sore, straining.
"one more time, please." what a rare occurrence, you figured, for tighnari to actually beg for something. It only took him to go back to his usual relentless pace, sloppily thrusting into your filthy hole that was already full with his cum, there wasn't a way for it to fit even more than that. Tighnari's cock twitched pleasantly in you, yearning to cum once again, please please, he's begging, moaning it as he spilled himself back in, pushing it up where it belonged in his eyes.
𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 + 𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐌
without fail, the kisses from kaveh where the absolute best, yet what was far more worth than that, were the kisses he'd give you outside, hidden in a small back alley with your dress draped up. He does the same at first, but in very different places you'd figure out once he gets to it.
not to mention he'd also do it in different ways, with his tongue and enough spit, messy, so fucking messy and sloppily, it was wow, unrecognizable, it was amazing and addictive. You squirmed with his tongue licking over your clothed cunt, your panties damp with your slick glistering the thin fabric.
"fuck, i love it when you're messy baby." if you'd have to choose between various words to describe your boyfriend, the one that would shoot into your mind in a mere heartbeat would definitely be: blunt. Your lips parted upon feeling his hand cradle up your behind, squeeze the soft flesh of your ass before hooking your leg up his shoulder.
with your head slightly lowered, you were able to witness the lewd situation you found yourself in. Kaveh's red lust filled eyes were hard to ignore, not when he watched you like that, so eager with that infamous smirk plastered on his lips. "what if someone from the akademiya spots us, hm?"
you bit back a moan, the challenge he put you through was malicious, as if you could even voice a sentence with him licking your sensitivity in the first place. That's what it was all along for kaveh, bringing you over the edge and convincing you to do something so reckless, with him already deducting that the thought of someone spotting the both of you, would only pool the arousal harder out of you.
𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 + 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂𝐒
it seemed so harmless, resting in his palm when dottore ordered you to part your mouth, pushing the little pill past your plump lips, making you swallow it down. In any normal occasion, he'd let you take it without him participating in said play, but tonight was different, you wanted him to take it as well, succumb to the unnatural pleasure that had a significant grasp on you, one you couldn't decipher nor explain.
and so he did, dottore placed it on his tongue before gulping it down himself while proceeding to get rid of those annoying clothes of yours. Despite your best efforts to fight the feeling as long as you had to, you simply couldn't. How much you wanted dottore to fall victim to the aphrodisiac first, yet his resistance was admirable, almost as if it wasn't natural to begin with.
"what is it with you?" the fake sweetness he’d lace and throw over his words were almost sickening, sometimes you wished he wouldn't act as if he really cared, the both of you knew he didn't. Dottore adored to play, experiment and try out different things, not to mention witness how your body reacted to them.
"please, touch me." your face burned, feeling as if someone actually lit it on fire as you lowered yourself on the bed with him directly following suit. Dottore's digits skimmed over your skin, goosebumps arising. How could he be so fucking calm? didn't the pill work for him?
it didn't take him long as he grazed his fingernails over your wet folds, tracing the soft outline of your sensitivity before holding his fingers right above your hole, pushing past the tightness. "how wet you got for me." normally, you'd think he'd tease you, but everything leaving his filthy mouth had a belittling tone in it you couldn't stand, at all.
his fingers worked wonders on you, the erotic sounds of sex and pleasure falling on deaf ears as you realized one thing, a little detail you missed just a few moments ago, widening your eyes with your gaze suddenly piercing over his features and if looks could kill, dottore would be very dead by now.
"you didn't take the pill, right?"
𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 + 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
"now now." the disoriented state of your mind slowly calmed itself upon hearing pantalone's voice on your ear. "would you look at that." your lips pursed when you heard him laugh, a devilish smirk working in his favors as it made the arousal in you continue to grow as he watched your somehow hypnotized face.
"don't tell me i already fucked you stupid, don't disappoint me like that." that assumption, was of course, correct, much to your dismay. For you, there wasn't a way to contain the control over your body with pantalone fucking so roughly into you, with his hips not losing on stamina, at all.
the smudged gloss on you was certainly tempting him to adjust his pace for a much quicker one, cupping one of your cheeks to messily rub his thumb over your pouty lips. "fuck, you're a mess." as much as it might sound belittling to some, to you, however, it only made you needier, the growing ache in between your legs without a doubt, becoming painful, aching for that sweet release he'd never let you have right away.
if there were any thoughts of you thinking pantalone wasn't a good man, an asshole, he'd make sure to fuck it out of your brain, out of your body and out of your mind, dragging his cock over your twitching walls with a pleased smile on him. Pantalone tumbled forward into your embrace as your cunt tightened around him, holding his balance with one hand located on the headboard.
his hips were stuttering, with his pace becoming uneven as he watched your breasts bounce back and forth from the impact he inflicted on you. "my stupid baby." he creeped closer to you with your nails digging into his shoulders as he repeated his sentence with his voice making it sound like he was actually proud of fucking you stupid.
𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎 + 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
how, was he supposed to fit in you? that was the question, wasn't it? it's not as if capitano was intentionally huge, even still he had to admit to himself that the little tingle of pride and authority that would surge through him whenever you struggle was beyond real, it stirred him on for more.
"it doesn't fit." if he didn't know any better, capitano would think you're throwing a tantrum in midst of it all, his large cock resting on your cunt and jolting up whenever he'd try to push himself past your hole, feeling all the more heavy on your sensitive folds.
"one more try, love." you're entirely grateful that he was so patient with you, so careful with capitano handling you like the most fragile being he'd ever come across to. His concentrated expression cut the nervousness out of your body, pulling his lower lip in between his sharp teeth while lining himself back up with your tightness.
one of his hands held onto your hips, keeping you close to him with the warmness of his palm filling you with great caress, calming your shuddering body down. At first, he'd always playfully try to push his tip in and out, testing on how far you could get him. Your legs shivered violently, the position you were in was uncomfortable when you weren't actually moving, slightly whining as you felt his tip flick on your hole.
it was one moment that counted, to phrase it better, one second. In this very second, capitano dragged both your hips towards him while simultaneously digging his heavy cock into your tight cunt, snapping himself forward at last as you cried out his name, over and over again, your eyes dwelling up with tears with your body radiating the fullness through your veins.
"just like that." sensitive to every little move from him, you cradled him in your arms, resting your head on his broad shoulder as you whined out yet again, carefully adjusting to his size. Warmth, lust, passion, those three things proceeded to carve themselves as you welcomed the overwhelming pleasure in your body.
𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 + 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆
as expected from scaramouche, he became greedy with his sweet little antics with his sharp teeth digging into the soft insides of your thigh. As a matter of fact, he'd usually go pretty fast, it's as if he thought that time would somehow run out for the both of you. Yet right now, in this moment, all movements were slowed, the silence in his sounds were contradicting the devastating pressure of his teeth.
your heart wasn't capable to beat properly, not with scaramouche playing with you light that, painfully sloppy sucks on your thighs were more than enough to keep you going. Judging by the way you were moaning out right now, hastily with whines, he deducted that it might become too much for you.
in that case, scaramouche carefully stretched his hand out to you, without actually stopping himself from drawing out yet another bite on your thighs, gently letting his fingers brush over your bare skin. The tiny hairs on your neck stood up, with a hum of confirmation giving him the assurance he desired.
close up, his fake demeanor would break into small pieces with your touch on him, the shield he continued to build in order to not get hurt, splintering with another shiver from your thighs. The reactions he could get out of you were surreal, only enhancing said factor when his fingers circled around your slightly wet panties, hooking his digits into the flimsy fabric to pull it aside.
you could barely see anything with your eyes blurry, he placed the flat of his palm on your stomach before leaping a straight line in between your folds, to, for starters, taste you on his tongue. "look at your thighs." his brows furrowed as he dragged his wet muscle on your shaking folds with your eyes falling to your thighs that were coated with various teeth marks.
"all marked up and mine to take." your entire body was held tight with tension and pleasure, the sentence which held a sound akin to trust and happiness, impacted your breath to quicken with heat prickling on your cheeks. Your hands found their way to his head, gently massaging his scalp as another hum of affirmation crossed his lips.
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part one.
do not! share, copy or repost my work. ✎ ©ANANTARU 2022
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jesterspalace · 11 months
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fire up the night, make me feel alive
il capitano x medic!fem!reader
minors dni! not proofread well
word count? (10.7k) hefty boy.
tw? kinda slow to start, porn with plot, size kink if you squint, praise kink, creampie, fingering, penetrative (f recieving), he keeps the mask on, unprotected sex, belly bulge, suggestive marathoning
this is my first time writing smut, but i hope it came out well. i kinda rushed it
edit: part 2! part 3!
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transferring companies had been the best thing you’d ever done. moving from working under the second fatui harbinger, the doctor, to being a medic traveling under the command of the fourth fatui harbinger, the captain.
it was…admittedly intimidating at first. stories of the pure strength he possessed in battle and the frightening way he never took the helmet that covered his face off, how he held his duty to a righteous degree, but these rumors of his power were also mixed with smiles and happy members of his camp that praised him for being well-respected and magnificent. regardless of this, you were more than happy to serve as a medic while the company traversed the wintery environment towards the heated lands of natlan.
on this particular day, days after a tense meeting with mondstadt adventures, the company had met with stubborn treasure hoarders. it was funny at first, the band of thieves boasting that they could handle a few fatui and the company laughing, but they underestimated them. the skirmish was quickly ended, but not without several injured soldiers that were presented to the medical tent. which is where you come in.
the medical tent is bustling with other practitioners rushing around, digging through weatherproof crates for bandages and ointments. you were currently sitting at the bedside of a pyro slinger, carefully weaving a needle through the large gash across his back. pass, stitch, pull. pass, stitch, pull. a slow, methodical repetition as you concentrated on the work at hand.
“fuckin’ hoarders,” the pyro slinger grumbles, his head leaning on his arms. he stares at the tent opening watching the passing soldiers, carrying the spoils of their battle.
“stop moving,” you sigh. pass, stitch, pull… and finally tie. you grab for a pair of scissors and snip the thread before sitting back. archons, your hands ache. this must have been the fourth… no, fifth suture in the last three hours since the treasure hoarders.
“could you have worked any slower,” the pyro slingers says. he sits up and you pull a gauze from the table next to you, using tape to place it over the wound, anger rising the heat of your blood.
“make sure you keep that dry. if you pull any stitches, come back and i’ll fix you up again. Tomorrow wash around it and don’t…” the pyro slinger’s attention moves to behind you and he goes still. you watch his attention move elsewhere while you explained how to care for his wound. You snap your fingers in front of his face and scowl. “i was talking to—”
a shadow falls over you and the pyro slinger. you look at the impossibly long shadow, while the pyro slinger just looks up and up and up over your head. you pause and turn around to see what was so important and you suddenly feel cold.
for all the talk you’ve heard, you never realized just how large the fatui harbinger, il capitano, was. he must have been at least seven feet tall, bowing his head at how low the tent must have been for him. long black silky hair hung down over his coat, coming from the blacked out mask that shielded his face. he wore a thick white coat with the fatui symbol embroidered into the chest, black animal fur on the hood that laid on his shoulders and an expensive decorated shirt that’s collar rose up just under his chin. bits of armor were hidden beneath the coat, some shining in the bright white winter sun, it must have made him even broader than he already was.
the pyro slinger disregarded you and quickly rose to his feet, saluting the harbinger. il capitano lifted a gauntlet covered hand from his cloak and gestured for him to stop. he moved further into the tent and looked at each injured combatant, leaving you and the pyro slinger.
you narrowed your eyes on the slinger and pointed a sharp finger down for him to sit.
“as i was saying…” you re explain his aftercare and let him leave. you clean up your station quickly, wiping down blood and sanitizing tools when that very same shadow falls back over you. sitting the bloodied rag into a hot bucket, you turn around and look up, up, up at the harbinger, swallowing nervously.
archons, you think, where’d my fire go?
“il capitano, sir,” you give a slight bow. you’d salute but you’re hands are covered in blood and hot water, best to not get that in your eyes.
“have all the injured when taken care of?” his voice is deep, rumbling. it’s a thunderstorm in the distance, the deep resonating sound of a earthquake miles below the surface.
“Uh, yes. i mean, i believe so, sir,” you respond. archons! has your mouth always been this dry?
he hums and nods, crossing his arms under his cloak. “it would seem you and the rest of my medics have performed your duty, even in such extreme conditions. it's admirable and commendable. that shows good sense, fortitude, and dedication.”
“oh… thank you, sir, i’m sure everyone here has been doing their utmost,” you answer, appreciation sending a warmth through you. “is there anything the medical tent can do for you?”
“no. i’m just doing an inspection. i like to make sure all the soldiers are doing well and that the medics are taking care of them properly. if there is an issue, it is better that it is caught now and taken care of, rather than let things get bad when there aren't many options left to fix the mistakes,” il capitano says. your eyes go wide slowly and in the same breath, he continues. “it's the little things that can prevent larger problems later. that is why i make sure to check on everyone, to make sure everyone is operating at maximum efficiency. i need as many strong soldiers ready, just in case an emergency comes up. does that make sense to you?”
“uh, that’s rather considerate,” you say quietly. no fuckin’ wonder everyone respected him greatly, the man is a saint to his company. “i suppose i should give my thanks for giving the approval for my transfer. i didn’t get the chance to meet you before the mondstadt adventurers thing. so, thank you, sir!”
he regards you silently, your reflection shining back at you in his helm. it was a hefty reminder that your hands were still blooded and… were those dark circles, archons, you needed sleep. bad. after the moment passes, he speaks.
“you earned your position in my company. you may not have the combat experience of some of the others, but i am sure you have other valuable talents and skills that will prove valuable in your role as a medic. otherwise, you would not be here. you have earned the right to be here, and to prove yourself. so, in terms of thanking someone, thank yourself first.”
the hustle and bustle of the medic tent seems so far away as you look up, up, up at him. he’s right, you think, i spent years of my life studying and working under that doctor so that i could help to save the lives of my comrades instead of experimenting on them until they were monsters. had there ever been a moment when someone acknowledged that? no… you think. it was your job and everyone expected it, but would it ever kill someone to just thank you for saving their life? No!
“right…” you say mostly to yourself, but il capitano nods and pats you on the head with a large hand that seems to engulf your head. embarrassment spikes to your cheeks and you clear your throat stepping back. “i’ll leave you to it then, captain.”
you dismiss yourself and set off through the tent, body humming at the light praise of the captain’s words and embarrassed at the thoughts that cross your mind. he’s so big, everything about him is. presence, body, mind. what else was big about him?
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you don’t talk to him after that encounter, but you do see him sometimes. coming into the medical tent to assess, walking through camp to spectate over training and ordering supplies to be moved here, here and here until he was satisfied. he didn’t eat in the mess tent with everyone, so you never gained the opportunity to see his face and while you had asked around, apparently no one else had seen it.
the gossip mill said he was half monster, that he was missing parts of his face, that he was so ugly he couldn’t stand look in the mirror, that he was insanely beautiful that people would throw themselves at his feet, that he was a renowned figure in a different country that was a spy for the tsaritsa. either way, the rumors you heard were of no help to your curiosity, only leading to more questions.
as the company travels to natlan, the weather warms and grass grows on the ground rather than hard packed ice and snow. the sun isn’t accompanied by snow so it doesn’t blind you as you travel, instead, the sun is warm and welcoming, but the weather is far too hot for the people of the company who had never ventured out of the icy wasteland of snezhnaya.
of course, il capitano’s company doesn’t travel with leisure, there are several bumps in the road, including fighting treasure hoarders and many of the local do-gooders that wanted to impede their advance. and while the fatui soldiers could handle treasure hoarders and some of the weaker enemies, there were a few times when the captain stepped in to make their advance even quicker. it worked, because who could stand straight up when the imposing giant that was a fatui harbinger, il capitano, stood in front of them with clawed gauntlets and a hidden face? no one.
and with the skirmishes came the injured once more, slow ebbing waves of broken bones and gashes that required tending, so you go back to working. for days, you work feverishly, making sure to be extra diligent in your tasks so that no one has to come back with torn stitches or re-sprained joints. but even as you push yourself harder, even as the work starts to tire you out and your body starts to need rest, your thoughts turn to the captain.
he’s a fierce and imposing man, and even at your height, you felt dwarfed next to him. it wasn’t… a bad feeling, but it did send a curl of something hot and strange down into your stomach each time you thought about it.
you shake your head as you walk back to your tent. while the morning had been busy, tonight was quiet, eerily so, but your fellow medical officers gave you the green light to leave early and rest. your body aches a bit from all of the work you've been doing hunched over backs and legs and arms and chest suturing them or resetting them back into place… but even with your body hurting a bit, you feel accomplished, like nothing can wipe off the satisfaction of a job well done. you know that you've done good work, and as you head into your tent, it gives you a little bit of pride to realize that all of that work has paid off.
as soon as you get into your tent, you can't help it. you can feel the pull to think about the captain. your body might be tired, but your mind is buzzing and as you lay in your tent, the memory of his gentleness still lives in your mind. you want to know more, and now you hope for his attention.
wait! he doesn’t even know my name, you think, but… maybe he could. will he even want to talk to you further? do you think you'll get another chance to speak with him? what would even lead to such a turn? how would it go?
you shake your head to clear the thoughts and sigh. he’s a harbinger and i’m just a no-name medic in his eyes, you think, why would he even care?
you need to get some rest. you snuff out the lamp in your tent and close your eyes, trying to get that much needed sleep, you know, the things you’ve been neglecting since the skirmishes and all the injured patients.
bugs buzz and chirp in the dark of the night and you sigh, rolling over onto your side to get comfortable.
chirp! il capitano…
chirp! il capitano…
chirp! il capitano…
your eyes are wide open and anger builds in your bones, steeping your blood in it. you grind your teeth and snatch a fresh pair of clothes up from your pack, throwing open the tent flap and stalking out. maybe a quick dip in the lake with soothe your nerves.
it’s rather lucky that the company settled where they did. through a small patch of trees is a glistening lake. the company fishes out of it for fresh meat, but they mostly use it to bathe and relax as the captain plots the next move through this unfamiliar territory.
it's a peaceful night, in contrast to the hustle and bustle of camp. if the peace is nice, and if your luck holds, you’ll are able to relax. you make your way through the trees slowly, taking in the night air. something about the air at night is always more soothing that during the day, maybe its because its cooler, but whatever it is, it makes the ball of stress that knots up and grows in your chest relax. the water of the lake is quiet and still through the trees, and the stars in the sky reflect off of the calm waters. as you make your way down the side of the camp, you hear some movement up ahead.
greeeeaaat. Someone beat me to a midnight dip.
there’s someone in the distance. from the tree, its hard to make out any details, but… could it be a spy? could it be some nosey ass treasure hoarders? fuck… if it’s a spy, maybe you can be stealthy and put a stop to them.
a little voice in the back of your head whispers mockingly, you’re a medic. what are you going to do, heal them to death?
as annoying as the voice is, it’s right. clubbing someone to death, isn’t exactly where your skills lie, but being quiet and calm is. you make your way carefully, hiding behind brush and tree trunks as the lake gets closer and closer.
as the lake comes into full view, it is clear that there is only one man, sitting by the water's edge on a boulder. he's alone, as far as you can see, and sits with his back turned to you. he's silent, not making a sound nor moving, except for every so often when he takes a deep breath. even from the hidden spot you watch from, you become increasingly more bored as he just… just stands there, doing nothing, saying nothing. after a few more brave steps forward, you get a better look at him. he has long hair that hangs down his shoulders and a blacked out helm covering his head. he’s shed the heavy cloak and instead wears a thin buttoned shirt that strains across his muscles as he breathes.
huh?
you step out of the shadows and announce your presence quietly. “capitano, sir?”
he stays still and silent as if he hasn't heard you, but after a few seconds, capitano’s head swivels around to the source of your voice. he rises to his feet and even from this distance, he's tall and imposing. just seeing him gives you a little shiver as his face turns to you, and your heart skips a beat at being seen by him.
“what is it?” there's a certain coldness to his tone, but as far as you can tell he's not angry… maybe. you did just interrupt his—well whatever he was doing. one thing you are sure of right now is that you have his full attention now. whether that’s a good thing or bad is still under debate, you think.
“sorry, sir.” better to start off with an apology, you’ve learned, especially when it comes to harbingers. “i didn’t mean to interrupt you, i wasn’t aware anyone else was here. i’ll take my leave.”
you turn and begin to pick your way back through the underbrush and even as you turn to leave, you still feel capitano’s presence at your back. you can feel the weight of his eyes on you like a hawk, even through the helm that obscures your view of them.
“... come back.” his words fill the stretch of distance between the two of you, strong and unmoving. his voice is deep and confidence and filled with a strange certainty that makes it clear this is not a choice.
the air is punched out of your lungs. you must obey the orders of a harbinger, this well-respected and gentle giant is not different, so you slowly turn back around, clutching your clothes in your hand. each step forward feels heavy and like they stretch miles and before you even realize it, he stands just a few feet away from you.
his arms are crossed over his broad chest, like he’s taking a moment to think. every second, makes your heart beat just a little faster and all you can think is that you should get your blood pressure checked soon. his helm bore down at you and in the dark, it’s much more terrifying. this must be what enemies see and feel when they face him.
archons, i think i’m gonna pass out. is this normal? are my hands sweating? i can’t fucking tell because everything is sweating.
the coldness from before is still in the air, but he seems patient, thinking, then finally he speaks. this tone is plain, as if he doesn’t have the time to embellish the word he says. it's clear that he likes things to be straight to the point and not to repeat himself.
“sit.”
the air is far too warm and with your heart beating like a drum in your ears, it’s hard to say if you heard him right. you stand there for a moment, staring at him from the respectful distance you’ve kept and blink in confusion. sit? where? does he…is he trying to make me sit at his fucking feet? what?
“i’m…i’m sorry?”
“sit,” he repeats, his tone soft. he gestures to the boulder he’d previously occupied and you go wide eyed and let out the breath you were holding. you want to laugh, because—archons!—what were you thinking!? i mean, shit, have i become a total pervert these days?
you cross the distance, your nervous shot to hell and back, and sit on the boulder, slowly looking up, up, up at his masked face. your heart still hasn’t slowed its panicked rhythm and, honestly, the darkness and the whole ‘sit’ things was kinda hot, if not completely stressful.
his words are soft and slow, like with each word he’s trying to carefully and purposefully choosing what he's going to say. his voice is deep and the words seem to come out easily with a quiet intensity that is hard to really understand unless one was him.
“you are very obedient…”
jaw dropping would not be an accurate way to describe the reaction you have, but it’s close enough. your eyes grow even wider and your clothes fall out of your hand, dropping into your lap and electricity shoots up your spine and heat pools in your belly and and and and…
“um,” you try to think of a way to respond, but nothing really comes to mind.
then, he begins to laugh and it's deep and hearty, but not in a mocking manner. he reaches a clawed gauntlet out in an offer of a hand. you can only stare at it, while confusion crosses your expression, but you take it and he helps you up to your feet. he withdraws his hand, but something about the way he does it seems…reluctant? maybe you were just projecting. yeah, that must be it.
“not very brave though!”
you blink at his hand that raises up and crosses over his chest, then to the lake water that laps just a few inches shy of his boots. clearly, this was just a test or just something, but more than anything you were embarrassed. who in their right mind just obeys so quickly? you, that’s who apparently. archons, you feel like an idiot as you blush deeply and refuse to look at capitano, speaking slowly, “i’m still working on it, sir.”
he hums and it sounds like it was done so with a smile, but its really hard to tell with that helm covering. “that's fine—bravery is not always about your physical strength. often, bravery is about having the will to do something even if you're afraid. Sometimes you must do things that scare you, and in those times, it's important to have a strong will, even if you're not very brave. so I suppose if you're not brave yet…” He pauses, thinking for a moment, then he tilts his head down, catching your attention again. you look up and he nods as if to himself. “...at least be strong-willed.”
the lake is so quiet except for the light sounds of waves hitting the sand and the bugs that watched from the trees, chirping and buzzing. the stars above twinkle down and if it weren’t for the rather strange and awkward circumstances, it might even be romantic in a sense and that thought alone makes your mind run wild.
he watches you think, watches you try to take in his words and in the silence between the two of you, he exudes a wisdom that's almost impossible to put your finger on. his cold presence is still there, you can feel it—he has not lost any of his intensity, but this time, he uses these traits for something different. this time, as he uses that intensity instead of putting you in your place as most other harbingers might have, he’s using it to build you up.
you're being praised, you're being supported and recognized... and it feels good. good enough to send a pleased shiver down your spine and bring a small smile to your face.
he tilts his head and his gaze feels intimidating, yet it doesn’t frighten you anymore. despite the terror you started this off with, you begin to feel comfortable in his presence and it's a strange, oddly comforting thing to realize.
“you had the willpower to do something you were afraid of, and you did a good job…”
the praise is one thing that makes your stomach flutter, but the fact that it’s from the well-respected capitano is another reaction altogether. your heart skips and your breathing hitches and your hands sweat and your mind goes staticy with euphoria from him praising you. a harbinger praising anyone below them is enough to be considered honorable, but this takes the cake, because it isn’t just any harbinger, it’s il capitano.
you nod and he just stands there, giving you that same sense of calmness and comfort that the stars give off before he sighs and speaks quietly again, “enjoy the lake, there might not be much time to relax in the coming days.” then he steps passed you and steps through the trees. for such a large man, there is not a single sound of snapping branches or rustling foliage, but you can see his silhouette growing smaller and smaller as he leaves fully.
you stand dazed for a while, watching the trees, before you smile to yourself and decide that you should take advantage of being alone, relaxing and floating in the cool waters of the lake, replaying the conversation and praise from capitano over and over in your head.
-
in the following days, in light of il capitano’s warning, there are plenty of fights that break out. hoarders and locals and wild animals that deter the advancement of the camp once more. despite all of this, you do see capitano around the camp more, still doing the work he did before, but now he seems to mill about with some unknown reason behind it. since most of your time is spent taking care of ungrateful assholes, you don’t receive much thanks or praise from anyone around you, but the thought, the very memory of il capitano acknowledging you, makes you strive for more.
the praise from capitano becomes a strong motivation for you; it's something you can't help but work hard towards achieving. every day that goes by, you push yourself more and more, all in the hopes that he'll notice and give you more praise. hope he gives you that little bit of satisfaction that comes from being told you're doing a good job, that its well worth staying around, well worth doing. the motivation and encouragement is something that you feel deep down in your bones, so you put in plenty of hours treating patients and keeping watch over everyone while the other medics take time to eat and get some sleep. you don’t want baseless praise, you want to earn it, so you work yourself to the bone, leaving just enough energy to drag yourself to your tent when you get off and sleep the rest of your extra time away.
you keep working hard, and as you do, you keep catching yourself looking up, hoping for a moment to catch a glimpse of the captain, hoping he'll come and give you more encouragement, give you what your crave. you pause each time, stunned with yourself and confused; you’ve come to a realization that you've never felt this way before. you've always been dedicated to your work of course, always dedicated to being a good medic and a good fatui, but this... this is something different. his praise was something that you can't help but want more of, can’t help but yearn for, can’t help but find yourself craving his approval, his praise.
ha! maybe i need to take a break, this can’t be healthy…
but you never do. work, work, work, like a good little fatui footsoldier. you heal, you work, you sleep, rinse repeat. every hour of every day.
the camp doesn’t move forward, stuck in the same place beside the lake, but it’s not all bad. the workload lessens after capitano descends on the skirmishers that prevent the company from moving on, clearing the way. the camp doesn’t pack up in the aftermath, but stay in place via the command il capitano issued stating his soldiers need rest and to heal. the reaction of the collective camp was more a cheer and sigh of relief. and finally with the issued order, you now have time to yourself. sure, it’s not a whole lot of time, but it’s enough to sleep more than three hours a night and enjoy the cool waters of the lake once more after all the stress of the last few days.
you choose a secluded corner of the lake to bathe, to enjoy the water and let the tension seep out into the lake to be washed away. the sun is hot overhead, beating down ruthlessly, but you can’t bring yourself to care much because, archons it’s so nice! not far from your little corner, you can hear the laughing and splashing of the rest of the company playing around and enjoying the day off from duties and it brings a smile to your face to hear them letting go of the stoic, hardened persona they usually portray to the rest of the world. after all, the fatui are human too, and you are all just children that grew up quickly in search of ways to help their families.
in the peace you relish in, something—someone— is there. you can feel eyes on you, watching with an intensity that makes the hair on your body rise and your skin crawl with warning. you open your eyes quickly, still and cautious. if you turn suddenly, the intruder might run and you’d never get to see who is peeping in on you, so you try your best to use your other senses. there’s no sounds of movement, no sounds of breathing, nothing. just utter silence, but you can feel the eyes. then, out of the corner of your eye, you see movement. before you can even think about turning to look at the person, a looming shadow falls over you and a deep voice speaks up right behind you.
“are you enjoying yourself?”
you tilt your head back, looking up and up and up. somehow, the fatui harbinger, il capitano, had snuck up behind you without so much as a sound. and he seemed keenly aware of this fact because despite the masked helm over his face, he was wearing a smug air around him, like this was a sort of game, a sort of payback for you sneaking up on him several nights before.
you flush with embarrassment at your predicament. fully naked in the water; water that was crystal clear, but luckily distorted with your movement. you sink further into the water until the only thing above water is your head and you quickly cover your chest with your arms and curl your legs up to at least save face in the presence of the captain.
“um, y—yes, sir,” you mutter. you turn your eyes away from his masked face, but can’t keep your gaze away for long. he’d managed to sneak up on you without you knowing, he could probably leave just the same.
capitano's mask stares at you unwaveringly. you can feel the intense energy he usually carries with him, like the presence of the cold winter wind. you might not be able to see his eyes, but it’s clear he’s focused on you, taking in your nakedness, your shame, your surprise and it makes you want to wither under the feeling of eyes. he's watching you, and you can feel his eyes moving across your body.
you flush darker at the realization and clear your throat, trying to be brave and strong-willed, because while this is definitely wet dream material, this is real, this is your waking life and it’s unnerving just a little. “sir. do…do you need a medic right now?”
he shakes his head and his clawed gauntlet hands that hang by his side flex into fists slowly before he notices you watching them and stops. “would it bother you if i watch?”
gone. you are gone. lights are on, but nobody's home. shock, bewilderment…curiosity maybe, just maybe, is clear across your expression. a terrible curling heat stirs in your belly; terrible in the sense that you might like that, but you can’t show that. this is your superior many times over and that would be disrespectful in ways that can’t even begin to cross your mind at the moment. perhaps this is his way of abusing his position, but if that was the case rumors of him doing this would be swarming with the women of the company, swarming through the women of the whole fatui.
and in the time all these thoughts have shot through your head, it’s only been moments of your silent shock. you try to manage your expression into something professional, but despite your efforts, the deep blush on your skin seems to counter you. the masked harbinger tilts his head like he’s waiting to hear your answer.
“s—sir, i do not, um, think that’s appropriate.”
“oh? do i make you uncomfortable?” his voice is quiet, but powerful. he expects honesty and he wants an answer no matter what it might be.
in general, you do not feel uncomfortable with him, but at the moment? just a little. it’s not a situation anyone would truly be okay with in terms of their superior watching, but the spike of something in your belly and feeling of heat curling in your pussy tells of something different.
you look down at the water ahead of you and swallow, trying not to stumble over your words as you explain, “that’s…that’s not it, sir. i just…don’t think it’s…professionally appropriate or acceptable. if i, uh, let you watch, the company might assume i’m trying to seduce you for my own gains and if they see you watching me, the company might think you're using your position to be…inappropriate with me. it’s not a good outcome for either of us, sir.”
he’s quiet for a pregnant pause, then he hums as if he’s come to the perfect answer. “so if it weren't for the company…would you think it was fine?” everything about him seems to be so calculating, so deliberate, you can't help but be transfixed by his presence. then adds something quickly. “assuming it was just you and me, of course.”
you can still hear the horseplaying from the other fatui just on the other side of the sandbank and it is nerve wracking. just feet from them, their superior is revealing himself to be a peeping tom and they are none the wiser, but…but…
but what if they see, whispers that tiny rational voice in the back of your mind.
“well?”
you look back up to his masked face and he clearly finds this amusing, especially with the smug way he holds himself now and if that isn’t killer already, then the fact that he’s looming over you roving his eyes over whatever body parts are still exposed is. a little part of you wants to rise out of the water and let him see the rest, but the more prominent part of you sinks her claws deep and screams, what if they see?! what about your position!
“i think the answer to that is clear, sir,” you say, meeting a happy medium between both sides of your hormonal brain.
he seems satisfied with the answer and lowers into a crouch which doesn’t make much of a difference in height because even with lowering himself down, he still seems to tower over you. he reaches a clawed, covered finger out and tilts your chin up, your reflection showing in his mask and holy shit, i look fucking desperate.
“i see. so if we were alone, you’d show me more?”
you can’t look away, forced to look into a face that you can’t see, but that can see yours. you slowly nod, and whisper out, “yes.”
his whole structure shudders, behind the helm, his breathing catches, and air feels charged, electric, volatile. it’s enough to make you regret saying no before. what could he do to you? would he be gentle? would he be rough? would he take his time stretching you out before sheathing his cock into you? archons, how big was he?
his finger slides down from your chin, tracing the column of your neck, the sharp point turning to run thin raised lines over your collarbone before abruptly pulling away. he rises and stands tall, looking down at you and it sends a sick rush through you.
“tonight. i’ll need medical care,” then the hulking man turns and leaves you breathless and in awe, like he didn’t just do the single hottest thing you’d ever experienced, like he didn’t just almost send you bursting into flames from his touch alone. you watch him leave and just like before he’s completely silent as he vanishes into the trees, back to the camp.
are you sunburned? yeah, that must be why you’re so red. no other reason.
you quickly finish up with your bath and climb up onto the beach to pull clothes onto your soaking body, uncaring if they stick to your skin. you stumble through the tree and set off to find something to distract you from your nasty thoughts. it doesn’t work, but hey, you tried. that has to count for something, right?
the day passes painfully for you, your mind replaying to feeling of his finger trailing your skin, the feeling of how your pussy fluttered thinking about where else those fingers could be. you feel a mix of excitement and anxiety, not knowing what to expect… but archons, isn’t that the best part? not knowing? the anticipation, the heart beating like a drum, the blood pumping through your body? but for now, at least, you have to wait for tonight to find out what kind of man lurks under the mask and armor.
you try and try to distract yourself, but it's no good all you can seem to think about it making time speed up so you can go to his tent. he’s like a brain leaching parasite, trapped in your skull wandering around and prodding at every thought, infecting it, changing it into something about him. you can't get him out of your head, and the conversation on the lake keeps running through your mind a thousand times over.
tonight tonight tonight tonight…
-
from the rosy orange hues of the setting sun and the night reaching its star covered fingers up to cage the land in darkness, the night falls slowly. your nerves are getting the better of you as you watch with rapt attention as patrols start their nightly rounds, passing with torches through the darkened routes of the camp, keeping an eye out for any intruders. but you aren’t an intruder, you are one of them, but the thought of getting caught leaving your tent for an unexpected visit to the harbingers tent is terrifying, thrilling. it’s gut wrenching.
you don’t really have much to worry about though. you know the patrolling route and when they move through each circle of tents, so braving yourself, you wait for the patrolling officer to pass then you dart out. each step closer makes your heart pound, makes slick collect in your underwear, makes your head rush. you weave through the tents until the largest of them all becomes visible.
the tent is made of heavy material, blocking light from entering and to keep the noise of whatever fatui harbinger information stays inside. it’s tall, made to accommodate the man it houses, but you don’t give it much more attention as you take notice that the usual two guards that stay stationed outside are…missing from their post. either you’re very lucky or capitano planned this before patrols went out.
you push the tent flaps open and slip inside, head still rushing, heart still beating like you ran a mile.
inside the tent, the lanterns are dim, but let out enough light that you're able to make out the presence of someone inside. they're standing perfectly still, and at first you're not sure, but as you move closer you can make out the figure of capitano: his tall, well-built body leaning back against the tent pole. he’s not wearing his full armor, instead he’s done to a dark shirt, his arms covered by his gauntlets and the pants he usually does, his arms crossed over his chest. he turns his masked helm towards your intrusion, like he was waiting, waiting for you.
he watches you, letting his silence linger in the air of the tent for a moment, as if he's waiting for you to make the first move. Finally he speaks, his tone soft, but there's a heat to his voice. this heated voice sends a shock down to your pussy and you swallow as you look over him one more time, taking in the stretch of his clothes, the sharp shine of his gauntlets, and how imposing and large he is. 
“come on, follow me.” with that, he turns and walks deeper into the tent.
you take a hesitant step forwards. if you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t have come here and he would know that you were wary. but you’re here and now is not the time to back down. besides, his commands are not easily disobeyed with the intensity and strength he holds in his voice.
he leads the way, moving through another thick, thick sheet separating his office area from the rest of his tent. he’s silent as he moves with slow and deliberate steps, disappearing behind the sheet and as you follow him, you take note that he doesn’t seem to be messy with his area, of course, it helps that his company is always on the move, but still. he's not the type of man to be sloppy.
you pass through the sheet and come to a stand still. his living quarters are meticulous and clean. his armor hangs on a mannequin, he has a table near you with a single chair for himself, and his bed… which is honestly the most shocking things so far because why didn’t you have a bed, why didn’t anyone else have a bed instead of a rollup sleeping bag, then the answer rings through your head, a reminder: he’s a harbinger, and as such, he can have a bed if he god damn well pleases. his bed is huge and contains a single large pillow and layers of blankets. it looks like heaven, looks like eight full hours of sleep and a pep in your step.
he stands a little ways from you, hands flexing slowly by his side and his masked helm turned towards you, silent, intense, calculating. capitano takes a step towards the bed and stops short of it when he notices you aren’t following. the darkness of the mask looks back at you and it makes you feel like he's seeing through you, makes you shimmer below the skin. what really sets you off are his next words.
“sit down.”
you don’t need to be told twice with the quiet, yet powerful command of his tone and with really wanting to lay down on that bed, you don’t hesitate this time. you cross the distance, sliding passed his hulking mass and sitting on the bed, scooching to sit while your hands hold onto the material of your pants. looking up at him would be too much for you right now, you don’t want to see yourself reflected back, so you focus on his broad chest and his moving hands.
capitano unbuckles the gauntlets and slides them off. the skin revealed below is scarred and rough, but otherwise normal. not the reptilian scales people gossip about, but they are big hands. thick, long fingers that you can’t help but think are perfect for splitting open your cunt. while in your thoughts, he tosses the gauntlets down where they clang together with a metallic pitch and it’s like the opening gunshot for a race. your eyes dart back to him as he approaches and reaches his hand out, tracing his fingers down your cheeks, down your throat, down to your covered collarbone and then he pauses as he hooks his finger on the collar of your shirt.
“you’re wearing too many clothes.”
no words can escape past your tongue so you only nod, turning your eyes up to his masked helm. capitano moves slow as his touch skims down your shirt and he lifts the hem, pulling it up and over your arms and head. his breathing shudders at the sight of your braless chest and pert nipples. his hands cup your tits and engulf them, kneading the flesh and rubbing his thumbs over the hardened buds. you push your chest into capitano’s hands and your breathing gets heavy as he squeezes them.
something about his presence is overwhelming now, an intensity that was previously unknown to you or anyone, but it doesn’t bring your fear, it just makes you rub your thighs together, letting out a light moan as he pinches your nipples. the heat in the air rises and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s so close or if it’s because his hands are kneadings your tits, but you do know one thing. your underwear is a mess already and you haven’t even started.
his touch recedes from your skin and it’s devastating, but it doesn’t take much for you to feel his hands pushing you to lay back on the bed. his chest is heaving like he’s feeling the heat of the room too, feeling the strain of his cock in his pants and it strikes a tinge of pride in your chest. you did this to him.
capitano seems to take in the view of you, taking in every part of you that he can see and slick dampens your thighs. he finally moves, his hands moving down your stomach, touching and squeezing your sides as he down until he reaches your pants.
“take it off. all of it,” capitano’s voice is labored, like the act of restraining himself is causing him great pain, and maybe it is, so you quickly struggle to unbutton your pants with shaky fingers, hooking your thumbs down and pulling both underwear and pants off in one fell swoop. your eyes fall to his own pants and archons, how the fuck is that supposed to fit if that’s just the outline?
“good,” he groans, standing at the foot of the bed. his black mask points straight at you, and the heat in the air has become almost unbearable now. is it the room or is it you? he gives you a slight nod, as if he's telling you that you're doing what he ordered you to do, performing it perfectly and the rush that hits your mind pushes out any embarrassment that might have tried to rise. he seems perfectly calm and unhurried, but the strain of his body, the coil of muscles in his arms and hands tells you a different story.
capitano takes a moment to look at you, and then slowly, deliberately, he leans toward you. every inch that he gets closer, every shake of his hands sends a shiver down your spine. his masked helm is mere inches away from yours as he leans over you and in the moment, you can smell his scent which smells of the wild, of the tang of sweat and of life. he reaches out and strokes your cheek again, down your neck, his finger tracing and teasing against your skin. his touch is cold and gentle yet it sends a wave of heat and electricity through you as he familiarizes his way around your body, your curves, the softness of your skin and the plushness of your tits, the jut of your hips, the thickness of your thighs. his hands pause as he leans forward, moving his head to your neck.
“...beautiful.”
you pant out and a soft moan rises out of your lips, escaping into the air. capitano’s hands pause for an infinitesimal second before a chuckle bleeds through the buzzing of your head. your skin burns as his path continues downward, slowly moving his hands even lower, below even your hips now. capitano’s touch lingers for a moment before sliding further down, his hands cup the backs of your thighs, spreading your legs open and smoothing his scarred hands down the sides. his fingers dig into the flesh, gripping and feeling every inch. capitano moves closer, positioning his body between your thighs to keep them open, pushing his rock hard bulge against your slicked cunt.
the whine that pierces the air only makes the room hotter, only makes capitano’s grip tighten, only makes him rock against you harder, a promise of what’s to come.
he seems to know what he's doing, that’s for sure. the way he touches, the way he goes to the most sensitive places makes you believe he’s completely aware of what you're thinking and what you want. his hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his thumbs spreading the lips of your pussy and shuddering at the amount of slick that shines on your skin. the sudden cool air has you hissing as he runs a finger down your slit, smearing your juices up to your clits. just the brief feeling of his touch against the bundle of nerves sends a jolt through your body, tensing your muscles, hoping he  moves his knuckle just a little lower, hoping he puts just a little more pressure, hoping, hoping, hoping.
“fuck…” you whisper hoarsely, your eyes squeezing closed and your fingers digging into the sheets underneath. capitano’s finger slides back down over your slit, his touch light and teasing. his finger slows, hovering over your entrance.
you open your eyes and see capitano’s masked helm is turned up to you, waiting. when your eyes fully land on him, he pushes a finger in, slow and methodical, curving it up and immediately finding your g-spot. your eyes roll back and you drop your head back onto the bed, moaning. the wet squelch of his finger stretching you out is lewd, the sounds alone bring a blush deeper than before and you moan as he fingers you. in some attempt to stay quiet, you press your mouth into your hand to try and hide your whines and moans but it quickly becomes apparent you're losing the battle.
your body arches up as he begins to relentlessly attack the squishy spot inside you. it’s not that he’s being rough with you… yet, but in this moment, it’s like he realized he doesn't have to hold back. His movements are precise, hard, as if he's studied you in his mind and knows every little detail about you so well that he can push you exactly the way he wants. as if one wasn’t enough to make your head spine, the abrupt and quick addition of his middle finger into the mix takes you closer and closer to the shining white precipice of bliss.
capitano’s fingers squelch and his pace that started off slow, begins to pick up, just that much harder, that much deeper, that much faster. he's using his strength, he's using his power... and he's using it all on you. through the ringing bliss, through your pitched moans, through his quiet groans, it’s like he’s getting lost in you... he's losing himself in the moment, in your body, in your precious cunt that’s swallowing his fingers and sucking them deeper.
“so good f’me…” capitano groans, his thumb pressing down on your clit, the pressure a threat to fling you over the edge and he lets out a sigh before his thumb jerks in shaky, tight circles, watching through the masked helm. the pressure is earth shattering, the heat overwhelming, and it all builds and builds and builds and just when it can't get any more intense, it hits. your hips rise up and a muffled series of moans gets lost into the palm of your hand as you’re hurdle into your first orgasm of the night.
but he doesn’t stop pushing his fingers in and out, in and out, pushing them as deep as possible, crooking them up to rub your g-spot, he doesn’t stop, not for even a single moment, working you through your orgasm and then some. capitano keeps going, letting the squelching of your come become music to his ears as he moves onto a faster, more powerful pace, trying to build you up again.
“w—wait! i’m—!” your hand shoots down from your mouth and grabs at his wrist, but still, he doesn’t stop, in fact, it seems to spur him on as he looks from your creamy cunt to your dazed, panting face. he watches you grab at his wrist, watches as you can’t contain your moans anymore and tilts his head.
“w—what?” he mocks and then he pushes a third finger in without letting up the relentless pace and you feel the build of a second climax coming fast. your grip on his wrist tightens and your hips rise, trying to get away because, archons, it hurts! but it feels so good!
capitano uses his hand gripping your waist and holds you down as your eyes go wide and your head hits the bed, a stretched out loud moan ripping through you. Oh fuck! your second climax comes rushing to meet you, his fingers stretch your pussy open, making room where there was none. before you can warn him it hits. your eyes roll back and you gush all over his finger and hand.
he takes in the entire view, the sounds, the moment as you let out a scream. he seems to be enjoying himself immensely, the smugness of his posture, of the strain of his cock in his pants. only then does he slow down for a moment, to watch your second orgasm break you apart. you feel his pleasure in every move, in every touch. heat blankets the two of you, like he's burning with a passion as hot as the heat you feel through your climax, like he's burning with the desire to feel you, want you, lose himself in your cunt.
“Captain! Cap—! Captain! Captain! Captain! Sooooo good, sooo good! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
then he stops, going completely still. like he’s listening, like he’s relishing in the sound of his own title, like he’s drinking up every moan, every word, every gasp of pleasure and with each second that flits by, the heat of the room rises to a greater, smothering degree. the fire, the intensity of his presence reignites, burning through you. capitano’s fingers plunge into you with more vigor, with more urgency this time.
“that’s it, keep cumming f’me,” capitano grumbles. he pulls one of your legs up to rest of his shoulder and prods his fingers against the soft spot inside you, insistently. there’s definitely a smile on his face, one hidden from you, but it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t have the masked helm on, because the white spots in your eyes are looking like stars and the rolling waves of your orgasm are blinding. 
“please! please! please!” honestly, you don’t even know what you’re begging for but your tongue is loose and babbling. your chants are almost incomprehensible, but one thing is clear, capitano’s not done. “oh archons!”
he chuckles like he knows exactly what you're begging for and in a soft, low, hoarse whisper that's dripping with passion, he whispers, “beg for me, good girl.”
the request doesn't exactly make sense because you don’t know what to beg for, but he wants to hear you beg, he wants to know that you want this, that you need this, no matter what happens. he wants to hear you beg for him.
you roll your head to the side, trying to get the stars to go away so you can drink up the large form of him, so you can see him, so you can see what he does when you do beg. “need you! need you so bad! pl—hah!—please!”
he rolls his hip, pressing his clothed cock against your ass as a reminder and his body shudders like it’s taking everything in him not to rip his clothes of and fuck you with everything he has in him. his breathing is heavy, but he manages to speak through it, “tell me what you want. tell me what you need.”
and this time, this request absolutely makes sense.
“in! need you inside! have to have you in me, please, capitano, please!” you plead, hands tightening around his slowing wrist. his head tips back and a groan rumbles from his throat before he’s pulling his cum covered fingers from your wrecked pussy. it’s ungodly how his fingers shine in the dim lantern light of the room. he begins to unbuckle his belt slowly, masked helm watching you writhing in anticipation and the slowly calming waves of your pleasure. when he pulls his pants and underwear down to his thighs, your eyes go wide as his dick springs free from its confines and archons, is that going to fit?
the tip is a deep red, aching and leaking thick rivets of pre that smear over the slit. in his hand it looks like a normal size, but to you, it’s a weapon. a thick vein runs from tip to base and as he runs a hand up and down, using your cum as a lube, you see him twitching, his cock jumping at his touch. he squeezes his fist around the base, pulling upwards until he reaches the tip, pushing for pre through the slit.
he groans when he releases himself, stepping forward and grabbing your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed until your ass is just barely hanging on. you push yourself onto your elbows, eyes glazed over and thighs wet, as you stare at him. he guides your legs around his waist and then holds himself, hot and heavy, putting the tip to your cunt.
capitano watches you through the masked helm as your breathing hitches and he slowly pushes himself into your pussy. your elbows aren’t enough to hold you up as you throw your head back and cover your face with your hands. it’s pain. it’s agony, it’s pleasure. it’s better than your previous imagination. and as your moans grow in pitch and turn into sobs, it’s all worth it. euphoria crawls up your spine, crawling into your skin and leaving no room for anything else.
every inch is torture, every inch is a delight. you can feel your very blood burning with every slow second, every slow inch, like capitano’s every touch is fire itself. his every move is like a flame consuming you, eating you up. every motion is building to a peak, every motion... every breath... every inch... a wave of pain and pleasure, consuming you, sweeping you away.
“c—capitano! too big! too big!”
he doesn’t stop until all of him is in all of you, until he’s bottomed out in your fluttering cunt, until he pauses to take a deep breath. his hands slid along your body, squeezing, pinching, pulling at your skin before he smooths them to your belly, hovering over your skin.
“you took all of me,” he says, amazement in his words. “fuck…” then he presses on the outline of him in your stomach and you arch, squeezing around his cock and gasping out. “so good f’me.”
his hand slides from your belly and both run down to grasp at your hips. his grip is strong and firm, his touch soft and blisteringly hot.
capitano’s first thrust is slow, but strong, meeting your hips with a bruising force and that’s the last time he’s slow. each squelch of your cunt stretching around him, taking him down to the base, sucking him back in drives him to do more, give more, take more. it hurts, he’s so big, too big, but the force of his every movement sends wave after wave after wave of the most incredible pleasure through you. it's all consuming, it's like a tide, a push and pull of heat and passion and pleasure so overwhelming you can barely speak a word, and the words you can are hardly coherent, just the babblings of an already fucked out cocksleeve.
there are no thoughts in your head, only the feelings of him stretching you out and filling you up and pleasure like nothing known before. between the sensual touches at the start and his fingers before, this leaves you brainless and dumb.
already there’s a building of pleasure in your belly, building up up up up with each hard, strong thrust of capitano’s cock into you, pummeling you, abusing you. your moans reverberate through the room, picking up as he bullies his cock into you, like he knows you're getting close again. his pace speeds up ever so slightly and his grip gets even stronger, fingers holding you in place with bruising strength.
“so tight, so perfect,” he groans, dropping his head a little, panting. “made f’me. this pussy was molded for me!”
“fuck, fuck! i’m…i’m—”
he gives a particularly hard thrust, choking you up and he chuckles darkly at the noises you make, his own personal orchestra. he shakes his head and pulls you more flush against him, his hands start to roam, plucking at your tight nipples, squeezing at the flesh of your tits. his touch moves up to your neck, soft, restrained like he wants to wrap his hands around your throat and feel you tighten around him, but his hands return to your hips as he looks down to see your pussy swallowing him up and your belly poking out with each slam of his hips against yours.
“such a good girl. ah… fuck,” he breathes, his body solid and heavy. His thumb moves down to press at your clit, rubbing quick circles on the nerves, trying to throw you into another orgasm, craving to feel you clench down around him and pulse.
“capitano! i’m gonna—i’m gonna…!”
“let go, my good girl. cum f’me,” capitano growls out putting more pressure behind his thrusts, behind his rubbing thumb.
every move he exacts is making the building pressure turn into something incredible, building to a height you didn’t know existed, building to a high. and for the third time this night, you hit the wall of pleasure and arch up into him, biting down on your hand and screaming as your climax sweeps through you.
“capitano! i’m cumming!”
he throws his head back as your cunt grips him, and stills your hips against his. you feel the heavy warm twitches of him reach his peak, letting his cum coat your walls in the same moment as you and it’s euphoric, devastating, mind blowing. you stay still, body flushed in sweat and eyes glazed over, heart jackrabbiting in your chest and voice still letting out light moans as he heaves.
when capitano finally moves, he pulls himself free from the suction of your body, his masked helm pointed to where you’re bodies connect. he watches as his still hard cock pops out and cum leaks down your legs, sliding down the curve of your ass, spoiling the sheets below. he hums and presses his hand down on your belly, pushing down and enjoying the way you tense and moan as more of his cum spills out in thick milky globs.
“you shouldn’t waste gifts, darling,” his voice is guttural and heavy with desire. a tone that lets you know he's not done. a tone that lets you know he's thinking of other ways to fill you up and make you feel pleasure.
you pause and rise shakily to your elbows looking at him and noting he’s still hard.. Is it shock? Is it horror in a good way? He wants… more?!
“i…i don’t… i can’t feel my legs, sir. and you want… to keep going?”
capitano leans his body towards you, his posture screaming that he’s dead serious and in fact the fire around him seems to grow hotter. he seems to radiate more heat now as he nods slowly. “Yes…” his voice is deep, calm, strong, and intense. he has a certain determination to him. this isn't an ask, isn’t a request. this is a declaration of want and he wants more from you and he's going to get it.
you swallow and look into the black helm visor. a fucked out expression greets you, sweat slicking your hair and theres a little bit of drool on the corner of your mouth. you feel a heat pool in your belly again and slowly nod. this is an opportunity you aren’t going to miss out on.
capitano’s body radiates something. is it prideful? is it amusement? is it something else? whatever it may be, it's clear that it's the feeling of a man who's going to get what he wants. he leans back and seems to be looking you over one last time, as if he's taking one last look at you, taking in your beauty and your body and the sweat and your bliss.
“turn over.”
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ー 🌀// Items they love using on you | genshin impact
⌗; their favorite item to use on you when doing the deed. this is 18+ mdni.
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handcuffs. he loves seeing you struggle when your hands are bound behind your back, amused when you whine about how you want to touch him so badly but can't. likes to sit back and watch you try to make yourself reach that limit without using your hands. his hand placed gently on your back while the other remains at his side. once he feels you aren't going at his ideal pace, he takes his hand and gives a playful smack on your ass as some sort of encouragement to go faster.
if he's not using handcuffs he loves using ribbons or lace of pretty colors to spice it up.
Diluc, Kazuha, Alhaitham, Albedo, Childe, Capitano, Kaeya
blindfolds. he loves your reactions to what he does to you when you're blindfolded, loving the way your body jolts whenever his fingertips lightly graze on your inner thigh or wherever his fingers touch. he likes how you seem a bit excited about what he might do to you, sitting patiently and waiting like the good girl you are for him. whenever he has some little sketchy idea, he always asks if you're ready first.
Dottore, Ayato, Heizou, Kaveh
Collar and/or leash. now listen, he does love it when you act like such a loyal, obedient pet for him. the cute collar he has (most likely custom-made) for you just looks perfect on you. he enjoys looping his fingers around it and tugging on it when he gets the chance, it's even better when he has the leash attached to it. whenever you decide to be a bit bratty towards him, he often tugs on it before giving you a piece of his mind.
Pierro, Zhongli, Scaramouche, Pantalone
A good ole vibrator. he's never gotten over it once he saw you using it before, using it very often on you himself now. whenever he's inside you, or whenever he has his face between your legs. he enjoys seeing the way your legs shake, the way your body trembles from the immense amount of pleasure and attention he's giving you. the way you weakly try pushing his hands away when you just hit your climax. he almost always makes you go way over your limit because he's too into it.
Dainsleif, Thoma, Baizhu, Xiao, Itto, Cyno, Childe
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— Incubus in the Forest.
cw. fem!reader, incubus!character, dub-con, praise/degradation kink, implications of somnophilia, overstimulation, implied breeding kink, possesiveness (may not fit all characters listed)
a/n. i love going through the gonewildaudio subreddit for fanfiction ideas because i don't have motivation to make my own and my askbox can't peak my interest that much and guess what. i found some incubi content and now i wanna write a thirst about it.
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All you wanted to do was camp with your friends. They were all joking about demons and horror stories and one of them popped up the concept of incubi, talking about how they go through the dreams of women and have sexual intercourse with them that would soon lead to death if the partner has too many sessions.
All of you brushed it off to the person just being weird or downbad. You were part of them because the idea of a demon going through dreams of unconscious women and fuck them in there sounded ridiculous. Thank god it wasn’t real and just a piece of folklore or mythology.
That was what you thought. You wished you were sleeping in the tents of your female friends because the so-called fictional demon was haunting your dream. Or better to call it, ‘Dreams.’
“It’s been a while since I’ve seen a cute girl like you went to this forest. No one ever dared visit here anymore because of those rumored incubi haunting the place. So it’s good that you haven’t heard them.” you frantically looked around, you weren’t in your tent anymore. But in a red Victorian room you aren’t familiar with.
Suddenly, the bed sinks and you look at the source. You faced a man with pointy red horns and a tail that was swooshing around excitedly at the sight of you. His eyes almost lit up as he crawled right in front of you, “I have to say, you look more appetizing up close than watching you from afar.”
He was… watching you? You have to admit he was quite sneaky because the forest wasn’t that big at all nor did it have many trees for people to hide in.
“I might save you since it’s been a while since I’ve gotten someone so… Lovely.” he breathes in your scent, snuggling into your neck and licking it. “Gods, you’re making me crave you more and we haven’t even started yet.”
You gulped, furrowing your brows and gasping as you got pinned to the bed, his fangs biting down your skin as he sucked your blood. He lets out a satisfied groan at your taste, pulling out with his mouth stained with red substance as he seductively licked them. You were trying to push him off while your screams were muffled by his bigger and muscular body.
You tried punching and kicking but he wouldn’t budge. He was much stronger than you are and he only stared at you with a pleasant smirk. He thought this was so entertaining seeing you deny him. Who do you think you were to push away such a handsome guy like him?
“Why don’t we get started? I’m so impatient right now.”
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Fuck, you haven’t felt this full in a while. It’s probably because this so called demon was pent-up for a long amount of years that he got hard at the sight of a new victim to fuck.
But since it’ll be a very long time since he’ll get another dupe he was gonna save you and follow you around since you were the first person in a while to visit the forest. The bite on your neck served a purpose and that every time you slept, he’d appear and use you however he wanted.
Though he wanted to be careful since he’ll take your lifeforce away and make you insane. It’s been years since he’s gotten some good pussy to fuck and he didn’t want to harm you in any way. Well, the more the two of you had sessions like this, the more needy you are for the incubus to fuck you.
He was in awe of how much power he had over you. You were much more adorable than all the other women he slept with. He wanted to keep you to himself, even if it meant it would make you a desperate whore for him to play with however he wanted.
He groaned and kept you closer to him, your body flushed with his as he continued ramming you over and over. His tail couldn’t stop moving from how much pleasure he was receiving, he didn’t even know how long he had been fucking you. It must’ve been hours which were just a few minutes in real-time but in this dream? It’s much longer. Which would be quite advantageous if he could be honest.
“Ahah, you’re so good for me. I might wanna keep you for myself.. Might only want you instead. I can’t find anyone whose so fucking slutty like you are.” he moans when you tightened around him more. You were practically choking his cock to death.
He traps you on the headboard, having your legs around his waist so he could have better access to your pussy and have his cock reach deeper inside of you. Ah, it felt so good having him touch places you weren’t able to touch.
The red sheets were stained with your blood and the mix of your and the incubus’ cum. “I can’t get enough of you, sweet girl.” he soughs into your lips, ramming into you like you were the last woman he’s ever gonna fuck.
You couldn’t say anything, hell, you couldn’t do anything from how strong his grip on your body was. It’s almost as if he had control over you instead of you. “Gonna come again, take it like the good slut you are.”
You let out heavy pants as he emptied himself into you again. Your body was shaking against his, your chest heaving uneven breaths as you tried to catch them. He only chuckled and cuddled into you with his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him, making sure his cum doesn’t leak out of you. “Why don’t we go for another round?”
“D-don’t think I can go anymore..” you whimpered as he only grinded his hips in response. “Sure you can! Don’t go sleeping in your dream now, you wouldn’t wanna know what I’d do with your body if you went unconscious on me.”
He was right. If you sleep in your dream, you’ll most likely go through another deeper layer of your unconsciousness and it’ll be difficult to wake you up. You definitely don’t wanna have the knowledge of him using your sleeping body as he wishes, so you try to open your eyes wider and see that same shit-eating grin you despise.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” his little bat wings flapped in excitement as you only threw your head to the side and glared at him. “Don’t be like that, you don’t want me to go rougher on you now.”
“Not like you were gentle in the first place.”
“Hah! I can’t argue with that.” he picks you up, making you straddle his lap as he hovers your hips over his erected cock once again. “Take a deep breath, this is gonna be much longer.”
© notsodivininglover 2023. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbiddened.
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tags: mdni, glove kink, object insertion, fingering.
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Men with gloves fingering you until you cry and beg, saying can't take it anymore. He would see your pathetic face writhe from pleasure, got tears streaming out while you moan his name – it's incredibly satisfying... but he loves you too much to pull everything out competely so he shoves his gloves into your hole, stuffing it so you won't feel empty ♡
- ZHONGLI, neuvillette, AYATO, pantalone, capitano, DOTTORE, kazuha, tighnari, CHILDE, + your faves
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fingering afab reader with genshin men ... the pervert childe on ur recent made me so horny help 😭
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🔞 minors dni
warnings: edging, rough fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting
// note: happy you liked that one😏
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fingerfucks you almost brutally, starting excruciatingly slowly with just one finger, only to keep going until he's four fingers in and you've cummed so many times you lost count. he won't even stop when you squirt for him, crying out his name and telling him how good it feels, he'll just grin down at you, maybe give you a couple of minutes to recuperate if he's in a good mood, and then he'll start again.
     ☆ childe, dottore, ayato, itto
does it mostly as punishment, edging you for hours as you beg him to let you cum. sometimes he'll even tie you down so you can't pull away and only have to rely on your words, but sometimes he'll just order you to stay still instead, as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy with one hand, and plays with your clit with the other, only to retreat before you reach your climax.
     ☆ kaeya, pantalone, heizou
loves fingering you, but 99% of the time only because he can't wait to fuck you. he'll get you nice and wet for him, even let you cum once to keep you satisfied, at the same time that he jerks off with his free hand. it's the anticipation that does it for you, his fingers deep in your pussy as you beg for him to swap them out for his fat cock, to use you and fill you up with cum.
     ☆ capitano, zhongli, thoma, kazuha
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The idea of the handmaiden being shorter than the harbingers (like she's 5’0 ft) gets me going since they could easily lift her if they wanted to while having a rather rough lovemaking session.
Might have already sent this though, if I did then I'm sorry but my brain is failing to remember properly.
— THE HANDMAIDEN. PT2.
In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.
★☆ ! f!reader. part / installation of these drabbles. size kink as was stated in the ask. unprotected. not proofread. warnings for each character are as follows (lmk if i missed anything, it’s almost 2 AM here, my mind is foggy):
pierro — undertones of manhandling.
capitano — mentions of finger-fucking && foreplay. dacryphilia.
dottore — exhibitionism. voyeurism. he lets his other segments do you. creampie. undertones of overstimming just to be sure.
pantalone — rough sex.
tartaglia — foul legacy form. he’s sooo leaky.
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PIERRO !
who would’ve thought that there’s a hidden gem in the throng of servants in the palace? the fascination pierro has for you seems to go on unceasing. it is why he keeps you close. apart from your obedience, there’s one more charming thing about you that utterly has him bound and enthralled: you are small.
yes— small. he can control you in anyway he wants. flip you to his satisfaction, drive you mad with his brawn, and fuck you so deeply it will leave you mousy for weeks from the memory. sometimes he fears of breaking you, especially when he gives your little pussy such a fervid pounding that renders you shivering. you tell him it’s alright, i can take it: words that seem to drive him mad that he fixes you on his lap, holding your waist while watching your pussy sucking only his fat crown. impatient, he would dig his nails to your flesh, releasing a gutted moan as he slams you down and fills you with his hard shaft. all virility and nothing less than that.
CAPITANO !
despite not divulging the reason for his lusting after you, capitano thinks that it’s clear as crystal to anyone who possesses good eyesight. the equation is simple: he’s huge and you’re small. aside from the surge of adrenaline it pumps into his veins, the sight of you in bed is one he finds hard to forget.
capitano makes certain that your cunt is drooling before ramming his cock in you. call it safety measures, because it is. despite his infamous nature, he wouldn’t deliberately hurt you if he can help it. however, he sees your wet cunt with white trails of arousal dripping from the hole, and he’d drive himself in with force that takes away a little bit of his sanity. and yet, after all the preparation of finger-fucking, his cock remains a tight fit. your hole gapes around his veiny shaft, utterly small and struggling and fluttering. he releases a grunt, then, pitching his hips slowly despite the physical ache it causes. and even with the measured thrusts, he finds you trembling and crying from being filled to the brim.
DOTTORE !
dottore is a keen observant. and perhaps that is an innate nature that shapes who he is today. there are things that he realizes only after thorough scrutiny. and one of his favored thing— or person— to observe is you. he has been aware of how small you are ever since you’ve started to stand meekly beside him, hoping to get a good look on his experiments while trying your hardest not to be a nuisance. it’s such a foolish little thought: one that has managed to slip through the piles of ideas inside his brain and one he’s more than willing to carry out for the sake of his curiosity.
it has taken him only a few tweaks to use the clones fit to accomplish the experiment. this particular study gives no relevance to his existing ones, and yet it has brought him great pleasure to see you fucked out and senseless by his segments lining up to shove their cocks in you. dottore overlooks the whole experiment, rejoicing at the sight of your puffy cunt expanding based on whose cock and how large said cock is while fucking and abusing your walls. you look so good on his table with your pussy leaking from too much cum jammed inside it. the loads of his segments are an unstoppable current, thick in consistency and languid in motion while running down from the table. an experiment of self-indulgence— one that will keep him awake and one he will continue observing.
PANTALONE !
he likes to measure things. especially the mora that flows in his hundred bank accounts and in snezhnaya. for a man as ambitious as pantalone, seeing the actual size of something gives his ego another shove. he’s probably not the only one who have seen it, as it is palpable whenever he observes how the other harbingers look at you. the difference in your height is one that is not hard to miss— and most certainly the reason that drives him in a frenzy whenever he fucks you stupid.
pantalone grows a habit of pushing the back of your weakened thighs to display your pretty little cunt. before fucking you senseless, he’d press his cock just above your pussy lips, as if measuring how deep he’d go once he’s sheathed inside. he has the image tattooed on his brain, and yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of its sight. you can say it boosts his pride, fucking you with his sheer length, watching the pulsing veins around his shaft shape their thickness on your plumped pussy. until he’s out of order, going ballistic with lust. he fucks you with a need of one deprived man, savaging you to the point of surrender. because as much as he loves the sight, he loves how you cling to him and rake your nails from his back to his buttocks more. you love it as much as he does. and there is no denying, especially when you lock your legs around his body, securing that his cum would go straight to your perfect cunt and nowhere else.
TARTAGLIA !
tartaglia has nothing but adoration whenever you wallow in his wildest fantasies. which sometimes makes him think that it is due to your work as a handmaiden in the palace. although he has not heard any objection from you, this particular fantasy he’s been concealing for so long planted doubt on his mind. and so his joy had been immeasurable after obtaining your approval.
he was not wrong, though. it is truly a magnificent sight. tartaglia finds it fascinating how your pussy seems only slightly bigger than the crown of his cock in his current form. you can barely take him in: pussy hole stretched and gaping around his tip. the pre-ejaculate he’s squirting since earlier seems almost enough to pump your womb swollen. for a second he fears that his cock wouldn’t go in, debating whether he should change back on his human form instead. but you have urged him to go on— giving him full consent to ram his whole length in you. with patient thrusts he did— or at least tried to do so— until he couldn’t endure it any longer and pistoled his hips between your thighs, penetrating your cunt to the root and pumping thick loads that looks exactly like pre-cum. you have a long night ahead of you, it seems.
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