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the cadence within [il dottore x reader] — chapter i.

As the daughter of a moderately wealthy businessman, you lived a comfortable but solitary life. You never thought to leave your peaceful refuge, not until one of your father’s associates—who was also your only friend—made an unexpectedly tempting offer.

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author's note: this fanfiction will contain mature content, including explicit sexual acts, violence, dottore himself, and similar themes.

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<- previous chapter

Power presents itself in many different forms. Most often, those with power are thought to possess strength, intelligence, wealth, or status. However, you were not exceptionally talented in any of the above. Instead, you found yourself gifted with something much less conventional—charisma.

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“Pantalone!” You opened the door, beaming at the raven haired man who stood before you. “Lovely seeing you here today.” You stepped back and held the door for him.

“Y/N,” Pantalone returned the smile, thick eyelashes fluttering as his eyes crinkled with joy. “The pleasure is all mine.”

He walked inside before pausing, waiting for you to push the dense mahogany door into place, making sure it locked shut. Your home was in a rather secluded location where few people passed by—much less dare intrude. Secrecy was invaluable to all of your father’s guests.

“Unfortunately,” you began, “my father is running late today, which I apologize for. But please do come in and make yourself comfortable in the meantime.”

Your father was a busy man with a full schedule, one he went out of his way to readjust for the impromptu meeting request. It would have been unreasonable to expect perfect punctuality, and the apology wasn’t necessary.

Still, you had one job, and it was to be nice.

“Nothing to apologize for,” Pantalone replied. “Your generous hospitality more than compensates for it.”

While being cordial was more of a chore with the often unpleasant and impatient businessmen your father associated with, you found Pantalone’s company an effortless task.

You weren’t sure of the exact reasons behind it, but your home was often used as a place for meetings and negotiations relating to your father’s work. You weren’t present for the discussions themselves, but you did greet and welcome every guest—something your dad was not fond of doing himself.

For someone who worked a job where conversation was important, talking was not one of your father’s strengths. Though he managed just fine when it came to business, small talk and pleasantries were burdensome activities for him, which is why you handled them instead.

It wasn’t like you particularly enjoyed talking about the weather which never deviated from cold, or listening to middle aged men complain about joint pain, but you disliked it significantly less than your dad did. If anything, you had a tendency to avoid matters of actual significance, preferring your meaningless exchanges over accountability.

Pantalone was just another one of your father’s many associates, but he visibly stood out from the rest. You didn’t know much about them, but you were confident that everyone you’ve greeted was in some way or another, a powerful dignitary.

But they were no Harbinger.

That fact alone was enough to separate Pantalone from every other person you’ve ever interacted with throughout your approximately two decades of lifespan. You didn’t know for sure, but you knew well enough that his wealth and power surpassed that of all your father’s clientele combined.

But that wasn’t what truly made him different.

Pantalone was a striking contrast to your father’s other associate; not just because he was a Harbinger, but rather he was the sole person you could consider a friend.

You hadn’t bothered making new friends after moving to Snezhnaya. There wasn’t any particular reason for it. Although confidentiality could qualify, you found yourself either occupied with your own hobbies or keeping your father company when he was actually home and not busy with work. Anything you desired was delivered directly to your residence, so you had no need to venture into the city and make small talk with the shopkeepers.

This meant your interactions were limited to your father and his associates, all of whom were as pruned and grey as him. The only exception was Pantalone, and though you didn’t know exactly how old he was—it would be rude to ask—he didn’t seem significantly older than you, both in appearance and mannerisms. At the very least, he didn’t possess the wrinkles and bitterness the others did.

At some point, you began looking forward to your interactions, which both preceded and succeeded Pantalone’s business meetings with your dad. While you still maintained an air of professionalism with you, your amity went beyond mere pleasantries.

As you led him down the wide hallways and cavernous rooms, you couldn’t help but ask the question that had been nagging at you since yesterday.

“Pantalone,” you broke the silence, “may I ask a question?”

“Of course, dear,” he replied.

“Today’s a Monday,” you stated, “and you were just here last Tuesday.” For as long as you remembered, Pantalone had a very specific schedule. Once every other week, every Tuesday, he’d visit. As far as you knew, never had he strayed from that schedule—not until now.

“Ah, as observant as ever, Y/N,” Pantalone remarked.

“And on such short notice too...” you continued, letting your words trail off before asking him directly, “Is something the matter?”

You stopped in front of your father’s study, turning the doorknob and allowing Pantalone in, before you let the door leisurely shut on its own behind you both.

“Oh, no, not at all. It’s just that business can be unpredictable at times—I’m sure you understand.” His tone was as carefree and relaxed as ever, but you were certain this was no trivial matter. However, it wasn’t your business, so you set aside your curiosity and didn’t push any further.

“You’re right,” you agreed. “I was just a bit worried that something was up. I’m glad to hear that everything’s fine.”

‘Worried’ was an exaggeration. While you did care about Pantalone, you had no reason to fret over his well being. It was unlikely that anyone or anything could pose a serious threat to him, ever—he was a Harbinger. Perhaps it was disingenuous for you to feign concern, but you thought it was a polite sentiment regardless.

All of your dad’s meetings, with all of his associates, were held in this room. It was furnished with this intent in mind; a well-lit room with a coffee table flanked by two sofas near the centre, encircled by a desk, a few china cabinets, and most importantly, a kitchenette.

“I didn’t know you cared so much, Y/N.” A teasing remark, as you should have expected. You watched as Pantalone sat down on the sofa with a smirk.

“Do I seem that heartless to you?” you prodded back.

“Quite the opposite. If anything, you have too much heart.” Your eyes widened ever so slightly, Pantalone’s reply catching you off guard—you didn’t expect him to answer so sincerely.

Despite your familiarity with conversation and flattery, you were usually the one to give compliments, not receive them.

“You’re flattering me. I’m not doing anything special,” you brushed it off awkwardly. You quickly turned towards the kitchenette to escape the topic. “Earl grey tea with cream and two sugar cubes?”

“Why, I’m flattered that you remember how I take my tea,” Pantalone said. You filled the kettle, waiting for the water to boil as you took out a teacup and saucer from the cabinet above you, along with tea leaves and an infuser. You opened the refrigerator beside you, retrieving a glass bottle of cream.

You weren’t sure how or when exactly it started, but you always had a fondness for tea. The shrubs themselves, the processing of the leaves, the plethora of varieties and tastes, the simple act of brewing tea—you adored it all. When you still lived in Fontaine, where the weather was warmer and vegetation was abundant, you would often tend to your imported Chenyu shrubs and curate the leaves yourself; something Snezhnaya’s harsh, frigid climate didn’t allow for.

Though you missed the extensiveness of your tea hobby in Fontaine, you found other ways to keep yourself occupied. The time you would have otherwise spent on picking leaves was now dedicated to baking. It was something your mother taught you from an early age, a craft you now spent time perfecting. After all, freshly baked goods were a perfect accompaniment to tea, and your father’s clients appreciated the assortment of delicacies.

It was an excuse to bake batches of pastries that you otherwise wouldn’t be able to finish if anything, but it was something everyone was happy with. The guests enjoyed your confectioneries, your father evaded vapid chit chat, and you baked to your heart’s content.

“I’ve made you tea every other week, ever since we’ve moved here,” you pointed out. “So about two and a half years. It’d be awfully rude if I didn’t remember your preferences by now.”

You earned a soft chuckle from Pantalone.

“Well, now I’m curious. What else do you remember about me?” he asked, the question making you gulp.

You did not have a good memory, and you were especially uncomfortable with being put on the spot, your brain oftentimes turning blank, forcing you to blurt out any nonsense to try and salvage whatever situation you were being put in. You tried to think of something to say so it wouldn’t be obvious that you couldn’t recall; that would be rude.

“Only your darkest secrets.” You fumbled with placing the dried leaves in the infuser.

“So you know her name then?” he interrogated, and of course you didn’t.

“Of course,” you declared with utmost confidence. “Full name, date of birth, medical records, everything.” You knew you were just digging yourself a deeper pit, but you had just poured the water and the tea wasn’t done steeping yet.

“And what about her death certificate?” he continued. You stirred the tea rapidly, pouring in just the right amount of cream alongside two sugar cubes, before picking it up and serving it with the plate of madeleines you had baked earlier.

“That’s included in the medical records.” You placed the tea down on the coffee table a bit too hard. You made sure to place the plate down more gently, as if to absolve yourself of embarrassment. “Here’s your tea. And of course, some madeleines I baked this morning.”

You sat down on the sofa across from him, awaiting his expression as he brought the teacup to his lips, sipping the beverage with elegance.

“It appears you really are as observant as ever,” he smiled with visible satisfaction.

“I’m observant when people are interesting,” you noted, relieved that the conversation had finally shifted.

“Is that so?” Pantalone put down the teacup. “Y/N, what about me do you find interesting?”

There were a plethora of things you found interesting about him, and you wondered if some of them would be too intrusive or direct to point out given his status, but promptly discarded the consideration.

“Well, for starters,” you said, “you’re a Harbinger.”

“Oh my,” Pantalone spoke with feigned surprise. “I nearly forgot!” He reached towards the plate, picking up one of your madeleines and taking a bite. You watched his face hungrily for validation, awaiting his judgement of your madeleines. Even though your confectioneries were never worse than satisfactory, you often liked to try new variations or entirely different recipes, taking note of any feedback from guests to further improve your skills.

“Wonderful baking as always, Y/N.” Pantalone’s words seemed to align with the pleased expression on his face, and you couldn’t help but grin, feeling proud of yourself.

“You know,” Pantalone started, bringing your attention back to the conversation, “such status can be quite cumbersome. People behave rather differently around you. It becomes hard to tell when such pleasantries and favours are coming from a place of genuine kindness, or somewhere else.”

The atmosphere suddenly dropped to a more solemn tone, startling you.

“Be that as it may, I’ve always felt at ease in your company. Contrary to popular opinion... us Harbingers aren’t all that different from everyone else, and I feel refreshingly ordinary in your presence.”

You listened to him attentively, musing over his sentences in your head to carefully formulate a response.

“Refreshingly ordinary...” you muttered. “I didn’t expect to hear that. If anything, you’re quite special to me. Regardless, I’m happy to hear that I’ve been pleasant company for you. The feeling is mutual.”

You finished speaking, a wistful smile on your face as you glanced downwards, the focus slipping from your gaze. While you and Pantalone had many conversations over the years, they primarily consisted of playful banter and idle chatter. Rarely would you be as pensive as you were now, and while sentimentality usually made you uncomfortable, you found yourself not minding it right now. Perhaps you were more lonely than you had originally considered, but you realized your words held more truth than expected.

Pantalone was someone special to you. There used to be others, too. When you still lived in Fontaine, you had close friends; people you deeply valued and cared for. But distance does not make the heart grow fonder. Distance simply meant the space between, and the space from Snezhnaya to Fontaine would parallel the growing disconnect between you and the ones you used to hold dear.

Everything in Teyvat had a limit to its elasticity, tangible or not. Things can only be stretched so far before the tension eventually causes it to sever. Emotional connection was no exception to that. Despite your agreements to continue writing one another and keep in contact, eventually the letters became fewer and longer between. The last time you had received a letter was about seven months ago.

People separate. People move on. It was only natural, and you had come to accept it. You had no idea what your former friends were doing now, but you were probably nothing more than a passing thought in their heads every once in a blue moon.

You didn’t often reminisce about them, either. But when you did, you would naturally ponder the idea of making new friends. Even though it would be wise to make an effort, you didn’t want to. Meeting new people, getting to know them, becoming as close to them as you were with your former friends—it was exhausting just to think about. You didn’t want to bother yourself with something so tedious.

But since Pantalone had been routinely visiting for the past few years, your attachment to him inevitably grew without you even realizing it.

Your rumination was interrupted by the sound of heavy, pounding footsteps rapidly approaching.

“Oh,” you said, “it seems like my father’s—”

“—Oh, Lord Pantalone, please forgive the delay!” The door flung wide open, your father rushing into the room. “Such tardiness in the face of a Harbinger is unacceptable and—”

“—Please, it’s all right, F/N,” Pantalone tried to calm your very much frantic father. “I was enjoying a lovely conversation over tea with your daughter just now and—”

“—No, no, no! This will not do!” your father declared. “You must be impossibly busy with work! We should discuss business as soon as possible—Y/N, you may take your leave now while we discuss urgent matters!”

You were halfway through getting up when Pantalone spoke.

“Well, actually, F/N, the reason I requested this meeting was because I wanted to speak with you regarding your daughter.”

What?

Your head snapped towards Pantalone, the rest of your body still frozen in an awkward motion between standing and sitting, your eyes wide with shock and mild horror.

You weren’t sure if you had heard him right or not. But judging by the similarly surprised look on your dad’s face, you likely heard him correctly.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t ever thought of Pantalone as attractive. His elegantly styled black hair was smooth and silky—or at least it appeared so, you never ran your fingers through it—and his skin was radiant, fair as porcelain, his amethyst irises embellished with full sets of ebony lashes, sitting behind intricate silver glasses that framed his gracefully poised face just right.

However, you had never thought of anything beyond that. Not only were you unsure about how old he was—he could be twice your age, for Archons’s sakes—he was also your dad’s business associate, and you weren’t sure how your dad would feel about that, though you supposed you’d find out soon.

“Uh,” your dad stumbled over his own words, “Lord Pantalone... are you sure you want to, uh, discuss such matters with Y/N present?”

“Why, of course, F/N,” Pantalone replied, completely nonchalant. Your eyes darted between him and your father, the two of them wearing completely opposite expressions.

“Uhh,” your dad gibbered awkwardly, “are you sure you want to discuss such matters with me present?” You could see that he, too, was looking back and forth at the both of you in a futile attempt to grasp the situation. He was presumably contemplating the prospect of anything having happened between the two of you. The thought alone was enough to fluster you, and you were just thinking of how to explain that no, you were not and had not been sleeping with his business partner, when Pantalone spoke again.

“Oh, Archons, no, it’s nothing like that, please don’t misunderstand!” he exclaimed, his statement sending you into a brand new state of confusion. “I merely want your daughter to spy on Dottore.”

“I’m sorry, what?” you interjected, evident disbelief in your voice. You didn’t need to look at your dad to know he was even more disturbed than you, considering how he was at a loss for words.

“You see, it has recently come to my attention that Dottore is plotting something rather unfavourable to the Tsaritsa,” Pantalone elaborated, though you weren’t sure whether his explanation was helping or worsening the situation. “As a Harbinger, it is my duty to ensure her safety, and as Dottore’s closest associate, I’m in a most advantageous position to do so. Alas, I am but one man, so some assistance would be incredibly helpful.”

While the initial misconception was already difficult to process, the clarification was even more incomprehensible. You were stunned, unable to formulate any coherent thoughts until your dad managed to snap out of his stupor.

“You want my daughter to spy on Il Dottore? Forgive me, Lord Pantalone, but are you daft? How the hell is she supposed to do that? She is a child!” Despite its irrelevance to the situation, you couldn’t help a spark of irritation rising up at his words. You scowled, but put your annoyance aside for now, for there were more pressing matters at hand. Your father was becoming agitated, so you made an attempt to assuage the tension.

“...It’s fine,” you said, straightening up as you turned towards the Harbinger. “Pantalone, could you please elaborate?”

“Well, you see, I need someone whom I know and trust, that Dottore doesn’t know, but can come to trust,” he asserted. “I need someone new, unassuming, but not entirely unfamiliar. Someone who can keep a secret and find a secret. Who better than the daughter of the magnificent F/N?”

From an outside perspective, it was easy to make the assumption that you were knowingly assisting your father in keeping his clandestine activities concealed. Most people likely thought that, but it’d be incorrect.

Truthfully, your role in your father’s work was limited to greeting associates and serving them tea, along with any freshly baked goods you had made. Of course, you knew that your father wasn’t the most noble of men, considering his clientele—the Harbinger on your sofa being a perfect example—but that was the extent of your knowledge, and you preferred to keep it that way. You knew it made you apathetically recreant, but it was much easier to stay unaware and turn a blind eye to his questionable doings. You would keep yourself uninvolved in his business, hiding under your security blanket of willful ignorance.

The exact shelter that Pantalone was trying to coax you out of.

“Well, okay, sure, but—” your dad tried to protest.

“—And as a token of my gratitude,” Pantalone furthered,

“I would bring M/N back to life.”

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 31: dressed up/in costume with everyone from hsr and genshin impact

warnings: dressed up/in costume, lingerie, maid costume, slight exhibitionism, cock/strap traditions, creampie, overstimulation, degrading, praise, hair pulling, oral, fingering, belly bulge, dacryphilia, brat taming, collaring, usage of toys, master kink, size/reverse size kink, tentacles, roleplay on some, slapping, squirting, bondage — shit is messy and a lot so enjoy it my fellow hornies. i sold my soul for this

notes: some characters has been left out due to uncertainty of their ages. i included characters that i think have been canonically proven as an adult and of age!! dainty chain divider belongs to @/cafekitsune

laid over the table, spread out with the maid dress in a mess, your sweet darling couldn’t handle it further as they come into your mouth again. shaking thighs coming around your head in a vice grip, slurred words and sobs of “p-please! mashter, can’t take more…! unghhh… guhcck♡︎” coming out of their mouth as they shake their head. sweet little maid of yours, can’t even hold their arousal back.

it was such a cute dress too! reaching their knees, frilly at the ends, soft and comfortable fabric. without a panties to cover their dripping arousal as it rolls down their thighs of course. too bad your maid was so incompetent and couldn’t hold themselves back.

it didn’t help that the vibrator inside them was buzzing away at the highest setting. sitting snuggly deep inside them as they try to fulfill their new role of being your maid. it didn’t last long when the vibrator hit their sensitive spot — that one spongy spot inside them that caused them to let out an uncharacteristic squeal, dropping the cup of coffee on the carpet as their hand goes down to push the maid dress’ skirt between their legs. legs shaking, thighs rubbing together, you knew that reaction.

reaching a hand out, you pull their chin up to force them to look at you. what a cute look on their face. all flush and red, biting their lips, eyes tearing up at their own oversensitivity. unable to hold themselves back any longer, your maid clutches at the edge of the table tightly as they come into the insides of the dress with a debouched moan.

that’s what led to this. being ate out as they lay spread on your table. gods, the vibrator was still deep inside them, flush against that one spongy spot. they really can’t handle more stimulation, their poor mind would shatter and their body would break! they already were with their hands flying everywhere, trying to grasp something to stabilize themselves as tears just continue to roll down their pretty red cheeks. jaw slack open in a silent scream as they come into your eagerly awaiting mouth again.

“mAS—! masterehhh…♡︎♡︎ p-please… no moowwhree!! can’t— ♡︎♡︎ can’t!” they cry out again, slurred gibberish continuing to fall out of their drool covered lips as they squirt into your mouth. not good. you really have to teach your poor maid a lessen on discipline.

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“n-no no, please wait—! t-too much, i just aaahng—! just came♡︎♡︎!!” your lover let out a squeal, kicking their legs weakly against your hips, hands smacking against your shoulders to try and slow you down just a bit so they can get their mess of a mind back in place. the large bell attached to the front of their collar jingles at each movement, your sweet pet keening as they feel the familiar warmth of your cum being fucked deeper into their insides.

it was their fault to begin with. acting so high and mighty, being bratty and even downright refusing to acknowledge your presence. so, it would only be understandable to dress them up in their appropriate clothes according to their attitude and teach them a lesson right? by clothes you meant nothing except for the cute fake cat ears atop their head and the collar around their neck with a large bell attached to the front.

so what was their problem now? it was them who started this little game with acting high and mighty in the first place to see who would show themselves to be in charge of the relationship, as they put it.

“stupid kitty. i told you to keep your voice low, didn’t i?” you hiss in anger, stopping your thrust completely with your cock sitting snug inside their warm walls. crying about it being too much and yet going ahead and daring to whine in loss at the feeling of your movements stopping. what a demanding pet you had.

with a click of your teeth, you pull out a small ball gag from the nightstand at the side before putting the gag into their mouth and fastening the buckle. they tried to say something, probably something to deny your words or the muzzle, but you make no effort to let them continue their bratty behavior.

pulling out completely, you watch quietly as the large amount of cum you fucked inside their pretty hole comes gushing out. white, transparent colored fluid dripping out of their sensitive, puffy hole, dripping down onto the bed sheets as your lover shifts and squirms on the bed. they felt so exposed under your scrutinizing gaze.

with a light smack to their thigh that got them whining, you prop their legs open further as you watch the cum seep out of their hole. how fucking delicious. slowly easing your tip back in, your gaze shifts to their facial expression. red in the face and ears, drool and tears slipping down their face and onto the pillow. they looked so pathetic as their glossy eyes try to focus on you.

“quiet kitty. learn your lesson” you remind them before thrusting the rest of the strap inside. immediately, they throw their head back, toes curling as they scream into the ball gag. ah, they came from just that too.

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going out for a halloween party wasn’t exactly the most brightest idea, you realized. especially with your lover who — for some reason — decided to wear a fluffy skirt witch dress. accompanied by the iconic witch broom and a pointy tipped hat sitting atop their head. but there was a problem. your lover was feeling a bit mischievous today it seems as any moment of privacy or when the two of you meet eyes over the room and the blaring song, they would wink and slowly slip their skirt up until showing you that they were wearing a laced underwear.

at first, your reaction was like any other lovers’. flushing cheeks, looking around to make sure no one else saw and giving them a flustered smile accompanied by a thumbs up or so. until it got old real fast as they keep making sexual gestures. so, who’s to blame you when you finally had enough and drag your lover off to some random empty room of the place, lock the doors and shove your lover onto the bed, sexually frustrated and ready to fuck them stupid.

happy that their request was being accepted and their secret plans working, they tried to play the role of ‘damsel in distress’. moaning about how cruel you are for shoving them down, mean for tearing off their panties and how you were acting like a hungry wolf. to which you only rolled your eyes at and pushed a finger inside their already — not so surprisingly — lubed and spread open hole.

“shh, darling. there are other people in the room next door” you whisper, quietly chuckling as your lover only nods dumbly, mouth full of your fingers, suckling on them to keep their shrill moans quiet as your cock continues to split them open. too many rounds, too much pleasure and the cute ring of white around your strap was a nice reminder of how easily they got fucked dumb.

angling your hips, you thrust inside their still tight hole again, this time successfully hitting their sensitive spot. immediately, they twitched and kicked their legs before wrapping it around your waist, pushing your tip deeper inside to kiss that spongy muscle again and again as they cream around your cock once more.

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“a-anhh… you sure about this, darling?” your lover asks with stuttered breath, naked, back on the bed with their legs spread out as a few slimy tentacles slowly curl around their legs, starting from their ankles as they slowly and tentatively make their way up their bare skin. you hum comfortingly, their head on your lap as you squeeze their hand gently as a way of reminding them there’s nothing to be hesitant of.

recently, you went to the sex shop you visit to see what was new there. the shop owner — having already become acquainted with you and your lover due to your frequent visits — offered you a new “toy”. tentacles, in a small square box. they said something about it being a prototype and gave you a mini book about guides, how to use it, what and where the creature was made from etc etc. after a careful amount of research and preparation, you decided to buy it. and now here you were, having talked with your lover about the new “toy” you brought and wondering if they would be okay with trying it out with you.

of course, if anything were to go slightly bit wrong, you wouldn’t hesitate to take over and put the slimy thing back into its box.

“i’m sure it’ll be fine, love. after all, we read through the user guide enough times and even contacted the shop owner. now just relax” you comfort them, one of your hands running through their hair to soothe them. tilting their chin up, you lean down to place a soft kiss on their lips just as they let out a startled whine.

looking down, you could see that the tentacles were now gently prodding at their slicked hole. you had already prepared them beforehand just in case the prototype would be too harsh. seeming to have felt that they were loose, the tentacle slowly pushes itself in. more and more as the long, girthy thing disappears into their hole as your lover stutters of it feeling a bit odd.

“should i take it out then?” you ask, a hand over their belly where a cute little bulge was made due to the sheer size of the thing pushed inside. your lover only shakes their head, a drawn out moan following when you gently push on the bulge. gods, it was a big one.

“n-no… no need. it just feels… new and unfo—eeeck!!” their voice is cut off by a shriek when the tentacle starts to pump itself in and out, seemingly hitting their little bundle of nerves inside them. judging by how much your lover was thrashing their legs, trying to close them, you could guess how deep the tentacle was reaching.

“tsk tsk. darlin’ if you wanna feel good, you gotta keep your legs open, y’know?” you click your teeth, about to reach over before stopping. curious, you watch as the tentacle seemed to double or triple as two other emerge, pushing their legs apart. huh, there was no warning of the creature being able to duplicate itself.

taken aback by how relentless the creature was in fucking into their spongy spot, your lover keens. shaky hands going down to try and push them away before you pry their hands off softly. feeling betrayed, they let out a whine. turning to look at you with tears brimming in their eyes.

“[n-name]! th-they gcck! they’re b-bullying meeeehh♡︎♡︎ t-these aaanh gyuck!! things a-are bullying me♡︎♡︎” they sputter out, tripping over their words as fat globs of tears fall down their cheeks. not long after, their legs shake and twitch, back arching off of the bed so prettily as they squirt on the bedsheets. even then, the tentacle doesn’t stop. instead, it only seems to speed up its movements with renewed vigor as if wanting to make your lover squirt more.

“aaAAGH—! c-can’t!! [name] make it sto—aanh aangk♡︎♡︎ j-just came… s-sensitiiivvee♡︎” your lover drawls out, mind already starting to blank out as their hands tug on yours to ground themselves. you simply shush their loud mewls with a kiss, hearing the filthy squelching noise of the tentacle fucking your lover as you simply let the “toy” continue. this was a good purchase.

gallagher, caelus, dan heng, ruan mei, yingxing, asta, fu xuan, himeko, luka, natasha, welt, zhongli, yanfei, xiao, lumine, tighnari, childe, kokomi, nilou, neuvillette, mona, lynette, kuki shinobu, sara, keqing, ganyu, kaveh, diluc

lately, work has been becoming more and more exhausting. it was just simply too much. too much pressure, too much workload, too much stress. and your lover seemed to have noticed it. i mean, who wouldn’t? with the way you’re constantly slouched over, dragging your feet as you trip over your words. and those dark eyebags too.

so, they simply thought of a nice way to help you destress. to help you take your mind off of work for at least the night.

putting on one of the few lingeries they own — more specifically, the one you bought for them on one of their birthdays — they quietly make their way into the room that works as an office whenever you decide to work from home. scattered papers, broken pens and pencils lying about with you yourself looking like a corpse sitting amongst them, your lover felt their heart ache.

you were nearly falling asleep on your seat when a hand was gently placed on your shoulder, jumping slightly in your seat as you turn to look at the owner. ah, your darling. wearing a beautiful lingerie as they smile at you softly. but even their smile couldn’t hide the concern in their eyes.

“oh? what’s the occasion, my love? did i accidentally saw the date wrong and missed a special day?” you ask softly, rubbing your eyes as they shuffle to sit on your lap. hands running through your hair, smoothing them out as they pepper your face with soft kisses.

“hmm no. just wanted to surprise you” they hum soothingly, draping against you so that their chest was against yours. you could almost hear your synchronized heartbeats in the silence of the room.

“don’t you think it’s about time for you to get some break from work? and i don’t mean just a five minute break, i mean a whole vacation type of break” they mumble against the crown of your head, placing your hand over their chest and letting you squeeze them. they always knew you had love for simply just touching them. a healing factor, you once teased them when they asked you why you always smush yourself against their chest. they may or may not have beat you up for that.

“mmh.. i suppose so. once this cursed documents are finished, i will definitely take a vacation type of break” you hum softly, one hand on their, massaging the soft flesh as your other draws shapes on the skin of their hips. feeling the texture of their skin on your fingers was exactly the type of grounding sensation you needed. how could you ever stop being so grateful to be theirs.

feather light touches trail from their hips to their inner thighs, making them shudder in excitement as they roll their hips to indicate they wanted your fingers already. taking their gesture with a chuckle, you push the underwear of their lingerie aside. softly rolling the tips of your forefinger over their puckering hole, you give a little experimental push inside. only to find yourself surprised at how wet they were.

“aww have you been touching yourself, love? have i been so neglectful you opted to pleasuring yourself?” you grin mischievously, grinning at the soft pink on their cheeks. they only huff and lightly swat at your shoulder, warning you not to get too cocky. you laugh in response, finding their embarrassment endearing as you slip a finger inside. not too much after, second finger follows before a third is pushed in at how loose they were.

“aaaannh.. love your fingers. they’re so much better than my own” your lover sighs out softly, quiet moans slipping past their lips that they didn’t even bother to muffle as their hips roll over your fingers. attempting to ride your three fingers inside them as their moans and whimpers grow louder in volume. you could use a de-stressing action like this more in the future.

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dolliehina · 1 month

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I fully believe Spoiled God!reader is just a horny little shit.

As much as teyvat praises you and all that bullshit they just can't fuck you unless they have a brat taming kink or are just so horny they'll fuck anything. Like— you're such a fucking cunt of a God you can't even get dick or pussy without whining, crying, and babbling about how good it feels and how "It's too much" like stfu and ride their cock/strap goddamnit.

Though if somebody else had to fuck you it'd probably be for a feeling of power? They'd get off to the idea of their spoiled little God/creator gagging on their strap/cock as they fingerblast your slutty hole. They get to see you beg for them— like I said, it's a power thing for them. Though... you do look awfully cute all fucked out and covered in their cum.

#sagau brainrot #sagau x reader #yandere sagau #genshin x reader #sagau cult au #genshin impact #genshin smut #sagau smut #SpoiledGod!reader #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau #fatui smut #fatui x reader #dottore smut #wriothesley smut #nilou smut #arlecchino smut

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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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Harbingers Lover

Fatui harbingers x Male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: OOC harbingers! Blow job! Begging?! Pet names-puppy! (Pantalone)! Body worship! Rough sex! Possessive behavior! (Childe)! Degrading! Power bottom reader! (Scaramouche)! Edging! Sex toys! Clones?! (Dottore)! Rough sex! Marking! Sex coaching?! (Capitano)! Rough sex! Overstimulation! Implied multiple orgasms! Dilf! (Pierro)!

- fatui harbingers relationship headcanons

^Pantalone^

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You know i have to start with this man , he has me on chock-hold the moment he showed up on screen

Pantalone is a very busy man since he has alot of business deals to take care of , and he has to take care of the northland bank that is know to be the biggest bank in teyvat , so he barely have anytime to spend with you his own lover

That’s how it’s usually like with him , since he’s very busy most of the time to show you his affection he does it through material gifts

But when he does actually have some spare times for you he would definitely spend every minute of it with you , he would either spend it with you in his room or taking you out shopping

We all know that he the richest man in teyvat , quite literally and that just means that everything you ever desire shall be yours , if he can’t show you physical affection he will buy you stuff

want new clothes? Theres a cabin full of em ready for you , you wanna a place to stay? don’t worry tons of mansions are ready and set for you , new jewelry’s accessories he got it all to you

He’s literally a sugar daddy , a gentle and sweet sugar daddy , but it’s not always like this with him , if you ask him for things most of the time he will be happy to give them to you but if he’s feeling a bit tipsy or frustrated he will have you beg for them

Oh no would you look at that you just spent all the mora you had on you so you went straight to him asking for more , what you didn’t expect is him asking for a price back to give you the money you need

The last thing you expected is to have pantalone’s cock stuffing your mouth , slurping noises come out every time you moved your mouth

You looked up at him with puppy eyes hopping it would somehow change his mind on this but he simply gave you a smile as he pat and ruffled at your hair

“Come on now i know my good puppy can do it”

You whimpered around his cock when you realized your begging won’t work on him , and now your only solution is to please him so slowly but surely you started bobbing your head taking a bit more with every push

You easily gag at his cock but you continue to suck at it like and obedient little puppy , whining and moaning like a good slut would do waiting patiently for him to paint your throat white with his cum

^Tartaglia^

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The second one has to be our favorite ginger

He may not be as rich as pantalone but he can definitely give you everything you want , even if he somehow doesn’t have the money for them as long as you want them then whatever you want is gonna be right at your hands

And unlike the busy Pantalone childe has alot of free time on his hands , and you better believe he’s gonna sped every second of it with you , He just want you to be happy , to see that beautiful smile that gorgeous laugh , he just want to please you his precious boyfriend

He likes it when you make those adorable noises when he’s fucking you , the cute moans you scream out when he’s balls deep inside you , the faces you make when he fills you to the brim with his cum

And he would be so proud know that he’s the only one who can see and make you like this , know that you belong to him only

You felt like you body was getting completely destroyed , with every rough thrust from childe as he had you in mating press

You legs spreading wide open as childe seated between them , his hips moved violently against your own his cock stretching you more than you ever thought you could take

“Does it feel good getting fucked with this cock that you love so much”

He continued to rearrange your insides with his big cock all the while observing every little expression you make , all the loud screams and moans just encouraging him to move even faster

And all you could do is cry about how good it feels to be fucked by him , how well his cock rams into your prostate , hitting it straight on with every thrust it just feels soo good

^Scaramouche^

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This man is a degenerate motherfucker , how did you even managed to get together with someone like him

He’s a very hot headed person who can easily be frustrated weather your his lover or random fatui agent , he would get angry at the most random things he just wants a reason to scream

amongst all the harbingers he’s the hardest one to deal with , especially when he has one of those tantrums that he throws around when things don’t go his ways

But you somehow always managed to calm him down , maybe not in public but if your alone in his office and he starts yelling you know the exact way to shut him up

Just push him to the ground and stuff his cock in your hole and no more words will come out of him , all you would hear is his pathetic little whines saying how much he thinks your bad while showing the most lewd faces

“Yo-you fuckin- ugh.. whore , don’t even-know how to-hyuaah”

Despite his degrading words towards you , despite his attempts on trying to deny how good it feels he still couldn’t act well , no matter how much he says he hate it he just keeps moaning loudly like a slut

He couldn’t stop squirming around as his cock was being buried deep inside your hole , he laid still as you rod him so well hoping up and down on his cock , you hole being stretched on his cock

No matter how many time he tells you to stop moving you keep on going knowing damn well that if he really hated it you would be dead right where you sit

slowly his yells would die down , completely lost in the pleasure that is your warm hole around his cock , and without noticing his hips would thrust up in rhythm with you , and in no time he would start cumming inside you none stop

No matter what he says your truly the only one who can get him to be like this

^Dottorr^

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Now aren’t you just an interesting boy , to make even someone like this man to feel things that he shouldn’t be able to feel , and it just started his curiosity

The more time he spend with you the more curious he gets , it came to the point where he’s obsessed to know everything about you , the moment he laid eyes on you was the moment of no return

Dottore is a doctor who lives off of his researches , whats he’s most know about are actually his researches , and when you two got together it gave him an opportunity to actually make his own research on you

And that exactly what he did , he tested your body and mind with everything he had

Tying you up and edging you for hours on end just to see how long can you last before begging for him , fingering you to see how many times you can cum before you become empty

He even invented some special toys with the help of sandrone , and just who’s the perfect person to test them out-you his dear lover

But but but isn’t that alot of work for one person , not to mention how busy dottore actually is but thankfully he has his little clones to help him out test the new products

One , two , three dottore’s surrounded you every one of them being a different version of him , same look different age and two of them is holding a different toy , or thats what dottore called it

You were being played with like a toy , as two of them were doing *tests* on you while the third and most recent dottore was taking notes , asY our hands were tied up by a rope hanging from the ceiling making you stand still without being able to move

A toy with taking the shape of a dick was wrecking you hole so roughly by one of them , and it just happened to be a vibrating one isn’t that just great , and another vibrating toy was being pressed onto your cock

And all you could do is squirm around , your legs was shaking badly and your body couldn’t stop trembling , but that was just the beginning the night is still long and dottore still has a ton of toys to try

“Look at your holding on so well , do not worry the fun won’t be ending anytime soon”

^Capitano^

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Capitano is a very hopeless man on the romantic side , how did you get him to love you is still a mystery to others

Affection is a very hard thing for him to show , not that he is shy or anything he just don’t know how to or what that is to be honest , but thats why your there to teach him

At first you’ll teach him the simple things starting with dates , “a date is where you go out with your lover” is what you said and big boy capitano took that too personally and took you outside the fatui Headquarter in the freezing cold and just stood there , and he even had the audacity to call that a date

And thats when you learned that if you wanna teach him something you need to be as specific as you can , and thankfully your words work as he took you to an actual restaurant the next time

He loves you he really do he just don’t know how to love you you know , but little by little he learned and thats when you started teaching how to really love you

Teaching him the ways to get to you , the things that gets you hard , the ways you like to be touched , the spots that gets you over the moon when their hit , and in no time he knows your body more than you do

“Is this good , does it feel good when i ram this spot”

He asked you like he always do as he fucks into you roughly , you threw your head back crying about how good it feels , praising him telling him how good he’s doing

You wrapped your legs around his waist locking him up which resulted in more rough pounding from capitano , it just makes you cry out even more

His naked back full of scratches left by you , he even commented how your like a little mad kitty which completely took you by surprise by the way , but it made you comment on how capitano himself is like a dog since your body was completely covered with bite marks

And he took that personally , which made him start pounding you so roughly you felt like your hole would get ripped apart , never make a snarky comment while having sex with capitano , another lesson learned

^Pierro^

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This man is a total dilf and you can’t convince me other wise , even if he doesn’t have kids just by his appearance alone gives off huge dilf vibes

He’s literally rumored to be a survivor of Khanria’h which means he’s over the 500 already , you better believe he had relationships during his life which automatically make him the most knowledgeable harbinger between his colleagues

He knows how to take care of someone , even if he is busy he’ll always make enough time for his lover , he would always take you to unforgettable dates and even more unforgettable nights

He know exactly how to work your body , the places that feels good he knows them all , he’s truly the best at pleasuring you

Oh how quite was he compared to your loud shameless cries , but you can’t help it it just feels too damn good , the way his hips snapped against your own how slow but deep they are

The hands you had on the mattress couldn’t hold on anymore as you fell face first onto the bed with your ass still on air , he will have you cumming multiple times from only him pounding your tight hole before he himself cum

It well take long for him to cum when he does you’d be to overstimulated to even speak , oh boy if you think your done after he came once you are so damn wrong

“It must’ve been hard to hold on that long , think you can go for a bit more”

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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ OUR LITTLE SECRET ❞ + al-haitham, cyno,tighnari, dottore.

+. CWs —» female anatomy, she/her pronouns, explicit sexual content, s/d dynamics,accidental voyeurism, oral acts, sensory deprivation, spit kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, praise kink, use of sex toys, pet names,cockwarming, cum play, manhandle.

+. PRECIS —» — desires and secrets are deadly combination. The later amplifies the former in order to keep the secret safe.

+. tags — @xshinigamikittenx @haitaniapologist @luvbladez @tokyometronetwork + links section.

+. AL-HAITHAM

Haitham is a man of few words and that too full of tactical reasoning yet he was not a guy to mask his expressions, and behaviors. Even though he maintains a strong expression it falters whenever you're around him. He shutters and does not seem to maintain eye contact much, it wanders off to your bosom. He does not even realize how you have noticed him staring at your boobs, every time you're busy with your chore. But when you saw him touching himself sloppily over the cloth, you had to help.

"Need a hand?", haitham was stunned. His bulge was now pronounced even more. He chuckled embarrassingly and just gestured for you to enter his room with a nod. He was pressing your buttons just like you did. He watched you meticulously but he was not ready for the next stunt you pulled. Sitting near his feet, you unbuttoned your dress having your upper bare at his display. His cheeks flushed, chest heaved prominently unable to process this situation.

He was not going to stop you either. His craving for you was overpowering and it certainly made him more silent than he ever was. You fondled your boobs while he took out his cock. The tip was already limped. He thought you'd blow him or give him a hand but when you took his cock in between your cleavage he lost his sanity.

"Ohh fuck" he uttered out loud and he knew he was screwed when you spat on his cock before rubbing his cock with your boobs pressed against his hefty shaft making him groan and shudder. You could feel your arousal soaking your panty but watching his cum spill over your boobs, him being too breathless to talk was far more enticing.

+. CYNO

The moment General Mahamatra saw you he knew he has to score before tighnari. Cyno was allured by those lips that won't stop talking, and asking questions and tighnari was more than happy to answer. He does not miss a chance to tease you especially when he caught Cyno gawking at you. On the other hand, cyno was not willing to make some eye-catching efforts and hence he took the next chance which he was eagerly waiting for: tighnari's absence and leaving you in his care. So, he made the most out of it.

"Suck", he commands having you knelt near his feet. As you take his cock in her mouth, Cyno lets out a groan having your warm mouth sheathing his aroused cock. Those lips that have been haunting him since the moment he saw you are now wrapped around his cock, finally, moving to and fro making him dizzy. He has been keeping himself in check, but when you were struggling to take him all the way he had to help you, teach you how those lips could provide heavenly pleasure which you seem to waste in talking and questioning.

Cyno cups your cheeks, lightly at first thinking you might not be able to take him or rather not respond to him like he wanted you to be, totally under his control. But when you peer through your eyelashes, soft fingers curling around his toned calf muscles he knew you were perfect for him. His grips harden around your cheeks as he starts to glide your head against his cock. His tip starts to graze the back of your throat after a few strokes, muffling noises escaping your lips encouraging Cyno to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. But he can't. He won't. He wants to prepare you, teach you how to please him, and him alone.

And just when he notices your decline in tolerance of taking him, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes he pulls out leaving you all gasping and panting. No, he does not stop there. While he gives you time to catch up with your breath as he pumps his cock to and fro with rough strokes shooting his cum over your face and exclaiming satiably, " You're good. You just need proper guidance"

Both of you were so oblivious to how tighnari planned this all along whose palms were covered with cum.

+. TIGHNARI

Tighnari loves to relax with your mouth wrapped around his cock after a day full of chores. Certainly, he is very fond of you the idea of sitting on his cock with your hands held behind your back as he sucks your tits but he is too tired for that.

“open up, I need this”, his voice slurred while you lick your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. He is bone-tired to let you sit on his cock, let alone bounce on it.

But he always lets you know how good you are, how you are so flawless at everything, even taking care of him. " Your mouth feels so good", his voice is mellowed and words rolling over each other, and with his lusty green eyes rolling white in pleasure you could tell, he would cum soon. yet you need not worry about it since he never cums in your mouth with a warning, anywhere to be precise till he lets you know that he is at the peak.

White, murky fluid gushes down your throat making you choke and pull away immediately. was he too tired to inform you? to tell you that he is close? were you so good that he forgot all about his manners? You shoot him a smile rubbing his cum off your lips and neckline earning his strong gaze on you. He knew he could not lose you. At that moment, he did forget about all his manners and kissed those lips that were slick and wet with his cum.

+. DOTTORE

Dottore likes to test deep waters. He is an explorer in every aspect of his choices. Be it having you sit on his cock as he finishes his work or giving all his attention to you, that is having his cock inside your ass while he puts a vibrator inside your cunt.

The latter happens more often since he loves how vocal you are, how responsive you are, and most importantly how obedient you are to make good use of the butt plug he gave you.

Incoherent noises fill the room as dottore pushes the button increasing the intensity of the vibrator. Every time you are nearing your high he either stops it or decreases the intensity. He is merciless; the more you beg, the more he enjoys the thrill of watching you lose your sanity, and the more he denies it.

"Ah, Princess. Just call my name one more time." he drawls out with excitement but you are too much of a mumbling mess to give him what he wants, do it what he asks. "Please I insist", he says as your cum spills along your thighs, coating his balls.

"Fuck you Dottore", you yell accompanied by a harsh moan as he increases the intensity to the fullest, keeping aside the controller so that he could guide you bouncing on his hard cock.

"not so loud darling, you don't want Pantalone to know about this right? " all you could do was give him a nod but the bigger question was how on earth did he know about your little quickies with Pantalone. Was it the Regrator who bragged about your pussy or dottore watching, jerking off as the former fucked you witless?"

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dvhuwr · 7 months

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Genshin Impact - NSFW Pantalone Alphabet Head Canons !!

Pairing: AMAB Pantalone + AFAB Reader

Synopsis + Information: NSFW Pantalone Head Canons for every letter of the Alphabet.

Tags: Mentions of Sex, Cream pie, BDSM, Uneven Power Dynamic, Rough Sex, Anal, CNC, Mentions of innocence and vulnerability, Overstimulation, Fingering, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Edging, Quickies, Dirty Talk, Lap Dance, Face Fucking, Free Use, Pet Name “Princess”

Minors do not interact with my account or this post! Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after the act). As one of the wealthiest individuals in Teyvat, Pantalone never fails to spoil you. He takes great pleasure in rewarding you with expensive and lavish gifts including jewellery and designer clothing. This is his way of showing appreciating and love for you after having sex. Due to the nature of your sex, he also checks up on you, to see if you’re okay and if there’s anything you may need.

B = Body part (Their favourite Body part). He absolutely adores your face. Whilst he, of course, likes your body, there’s nothing better than seeing the lewd faces you make whilst he shoves his cock deep into your pussy.

C = Cum (Anything cum related). Pantalone enjoys finishing inside of you, he likes watching his seed drip down your cunt, he finds it very erotic. He also enjoys finishing inside of you to reduce the mess, plus, he believes finishing ‘on’ you is tacky.

D = Dirty Secret (A dirty secret of theirs). He is very turned on by BDSM. He has a vast collection of bondage, ropes, whips and other various ‘toys’ that could be used in the BDSM department. He loves seeing your moans of pain, it makes him feel like he has power over you, and that you’re his own personal toy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?). Very. He knows exactly what he’s doing. As a wealthy and influential figure in Teyvat, there is no surprise that he has had his fair share of encounters with women.

F = Favourite Position (Favourite sex position). Pantalone is a very busy man, dealing with Snezhnaya’s economy and so forth. Therefore, a commonly used position is doggy on his work desk. Whenever he feels the urge to, he will pull you to the side and bend you over his desk, and without warning, he will thrust into your pussy whilst tightly gripping the back of your hair. It’s quick and get’s the job done, as most days he doesn’t have time for drawn out intercourse. It also makes him feel powerful; being able to pull you to the side and force you to take his cock from behind.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous). No. Pantalone is not someone who jokes around, especially during sex. If you ever try to joke around with him, he will make sure to punish you accordingly.

H = Hair (How groomed are they down there). He believes self-care is of utmost importance, especially down there. He is completely shaved and keeps up with this daily.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect). He can be romantic when he feels it is appropriate; in fact, Pantalone can be very romantic, taking you out to fancy dinners and buying you expensive and beautiful bouquets of flowers. But don’t be fooled, as soon as he gets you into bed, he’ll be rough, demanding and dominant.

J= Jack off (Masturbation). He doesn’t masturbate, he believes masturbation is ‘tacky’. He knows he can pull you to the side any time he wants and fuck you senseless; therefore, masturbation is of no use to him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks). He has many. He mostly indulges in CNC and BDSM. He loves the feeling of forcing himself onto you, and being as rough as he pleases. Panting heavily whilst he’s hunched over you, thrusting into your ass whilst you moan his name and tell him to stop.

L = Location (Favourite places to have sex). Pantalone believes having sex in public is tacky and stays away from such, especially since his reputation is of value to him. Therefore, the bedroom tends to do the job, especially since that’s where he keeps his collection of sexual ‘toys’. However, he is a busy man who is constantly working at his desk, and he won’t be afraid to bend you over his desk and rail you from behind when he feels like it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going). Whenever he sees you looking vulnerable and innocent, it turns him on greatly. He also just plays off of instinct as well; he has a high sex drive so, whenever he has the urge to have sex, he’ll drag you toward him and slam you onto his desk before fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.

N = No (Turn offs, things you shouldn’t do). He is not open to you not taking him seriously, and if he can sense you joking around this will frustrate him. Additionally, any sort of public sex or threesomes are completely off the table for Pantalone; he feels as if these activities are for ‘low lives’ and are ‘tacky’.

O = Oral (Preferences, skill). He enjoys face fucking you, watching the beautiful mess he creates all over your face. But he can’t help but eat out your cunt. Eating pussy is something he is extremely skilled at; he’ll suck on your clit while sliding his fingers in and out of your cunt until your dripping wet and begging him to keep going. And, when he feels like it, he’ll edge you and stop as your about to cum, leaving your pussy twitching and pulsing for more. What a tease!

P = Pace (Are they fast, slow, rough or gentle?). His pacing can depend on the scenario. He can be slow or fast or rough or gentle. However, he almost always prefers starting off slightly slowly to tease you and leave you begging; then suddenly fucking you hard, rough and fast to overstimulate you.

Q = Quickies (Opinion on Quickies). He takes pleasure in having quickies with you, especially during his work hours. There’s something so perverted about swiping the contents of his desk to the floor and roughly slamming into your tight ass while he’s meant to be reading through tedious documents.

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment). Pantalone cares too much about his reputation to take risks during sex, especially if it’s public sex. Being caught in such a degenerate act is the last thing he wants and needs.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they last for, how long do they last?). Long. Not only can he go for a while without finishing, but he also has the stamina and endurance to go for plenty of rounds. He can really go for hours if you let him, though you probably wouldn’t be able to walk afterwards.

T = Toy (Do they own toys or use them?). He loves using toys on you. As mentioned before, Pantalone has a vast collection of whips, toys, ropes, paddles and so forth that he takes pleasure in using. His favourite are the ropes; he likes tying your wrists and ankles together so there’s no chance you can escape him, even if you beg him to stop. The whines of pain and over stimulation are sounds that can make him cum in a matter of seconds.

U = Unfair (How much do they tease?). Pantalone takes great enjoyment from teasing you, it makes him feel dominant and powerful. He’ll swirl his tongue around your clit whilst thrusting his fingers into you, gradually increasing the speed till’ you’re about to cum. But then, he stops. He’ll leave your pussy pulsing and you begging for more, and he won’t continue until he feels like you’ve done an adequate amount of begging. Watching how desperate you get for him is a massive turn on.

V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make?). He isn’t very loud. He’ll breathe heavily and lightly moan whilst thrusting into you, but he definitely isn’t loud. However, if he’s dirty talking you, he may raise his voice slightly, to make sure you can understand every single word he’s saying to you. “Look at me brat, look at me while I shove my cock into your little cunt,” he’ll demand of you.

W = Wild Card (A random NSFW Head canon of choice). Pantalone loves lap dances. Quite frequently he’ll ask you to dress up for him and show him some dance moves. He’ll even throw money at you to treat you as if you were a stripper; then once his cock starts leaking in his pants, he’ll push you to your knees and face fuck you relentlessly.

X = X-Ray (What’s inside his pants?). Pantalone may have a cute and innocent smile, but don’t let this deceive you, he really is packing down there. Measuring out at 7 inches, his cock can really do some damage if he isn’t careful. But sometimes the pain feels too good.

Y = Yearning (Sex Drive). He may be a busy man, but this doesn’t affect his extremely high sex drive. He just can’t help but thinking about fucking your tight asshole, he loves it. Furthermore, the fact that you’re pretty much always available for him to ‘use’ makes it easier for him to act on his thoughts, rather than suppress them.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?). No; he’s too busy for that. Once he’s done with you, he’ll usually leave to continue his work. He’ll check up on you after sex and make sure you’re okay and he’ll remind you, “If there’s anything you want, tell the maids. Oh, and also, I’ve left some Mora on the bedside table, go treat yourself if needs be Princess.”

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yourftmfriend · 2 years

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Bending Childe over Signora’s empty coffin.

Right after the meeting, not even locking the door.

Anyone could walk in but neither of you cared.

Childe too fucked out to think anything but your cock ramming in him.

Poor Pantalone who just forgot one of his gloves unknowingly walked in on you absolutely railing his subordinate.

Tartaglia didn’t even notice him, too fucked out on you absolutely destroying his ass

Pantalone quickly covering his flushed face and storming out of the room without making any noise.

At least thats what he thought.

Running at his room with a rock hard boner that anyone could notice if they went by him.

Finally in his room, he ripped off his clothes just to get to his drooling cock.

Precum dripping on the floor.

You being done with Childe, cleaned him up and put him in his room and wrapped him up in a blanket.

You started walking towards Pantalone’s room fast.

When you got to his room you could hear him moaning your name sluttily.

You opened the door -surprised that such a careful man didn’t even lock his door- to see him humping a pillow while whimpering and moaning loudly.

Once he noticed you his face got even redder.

“O-oh hhhiii th- nghfff there~”

#fatui smut #childe smut #sub childe #sub genshin #genshin smut #genshin x male reader #dom male reader #top male reader #sub pantalone #pantalone smut

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mxdnightlvers · 2 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Fucking the harbingers except you’re blindfolded and tied up

➸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Dottore, Pantalone, Tartaglia/Childe

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Foursome, Exhibition, excessive mentions of cum, reader is blindfolded and tied up, slight slight degradation, thigh fucking, not proofread :>

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Afab reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: The harbingers have me in the BIGGEST chokehold ever rn. They better be playable plz but for now I wrote this to cope with how fine they all look. Also new diluc skin makes me wanna write a smut on him :>

You didn’t know how you ended up here. Maybe it’s because the alcohol you drank is finally taking a toll on your present state of mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that had you agreeing to this. How did an innocent party turn into this seemed like a question you would have to answer in the morning. However, you couldn’t help but shift your hips with excitement as you hear the shuffling of clothes around you. Hands cuffed above your head, eyes blindfolded and completely naked as greedy hands explored your body. You were completely exposed and helpless to the three harbingers. Body exposed for everyone to play with, to fuck and fill you up so nicely. Unknown hands played with your clit, fingering you, playing with your tits. You didn’t know who was doing what. Who was fingering you so well, hitting your g-spot every time. Who held your legs apart, making sure that your body was left exposed for them to use and who shoved his cock between your lips.

Your body was so sensitive to their touches, shifting and leaning into the slightest of touches. Their fingers quickly bringing you to your orgasm, legs quivering as you moan around the cock in your mouth. You were already so dizzy from your orgasm but you barely even had time to catch your breath. Hands found their way into your hair, pushing you further down their cock before spilling their seed down your throat. They pulled out, leaving your mouth a leaking mess. Slender fingers pushed the cum back in your mouth, your tongue eagerly licking up the unknown person’s cum. “Such a pretty little thing, so eager to be fucked by all of us hm?” Dottore hums you praises as he pushes his cock inside you- or at least what you think is his cock. Your mouth being filled with another’s cock as the last found entertainment with the rest of your body.

You knew exactly who was fucking you but you didn’t know who’s cock you were sucking, who’s cum you were swallowing. Who was stretching you apart, who was filling you up with his seed and who was leaving hickeys all over your body. Assuming it’s Childe inside you when he moans your name so sweetly or it’s Pantalone’s cock inside your mouth as he calls you a slut. You were helpless as they used your holes over and over. Filling you up with cum so much that it’s leaking out. Staining your pretty lips with their seed. Pulling out of you only to leave your messy body on display before fucking back into you. Filling every hole with their cock as you swallow load after load and having your cunt used over and over for their pleasure. Strong hands, slender hands, calloused hands, all over your body at the same time, touching you everywhere, spreading their cum all over your body. Thighs being fucked as someone slips underneath you to fuck into your hole.

They’re using you over and over and you all love it. The way you spread your legs so eagerly for any of them, not knowing who it is. The way you cum over and over for them, the way your body reacts at every slight touch. They’re drunk on your body. They’re drunk on you. And you, you’re so eager to just be stuffed with cock that every time one pulls away you can’t help but whine at the loss. You’re so eager to be filled of cum that you’ll be licking up any drop no matter who’s own. They’re all singing you praises, kissing you, enjoying you and with each time they enter you again, it’s more apparent that you guys won’t be finished anytime soon.

#childe smut #tartaglia smut #dottore smut #pantalone smut #pantalone Genshin #Genshin smut #dottore genshin #childe x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #fatui harbinger smut #fatui smut #fatui x reader

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cherrycudy · 1 year

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"Look at me while I fuck you"

Ft. Pantalone, Ayato, Dottore

NSFW - fem!reader, roleplay, lube play, BDSM, bondage, voyeurism, multiple orgasms, orgy, mirror fucking, dubcon, hypnosis, reader is a massive sub in this part

Note - part 2 of this smut headcanons series, sorry in advance if this sucks! MDNI

Part 1

Pantalone

Where do we start with the 9th Fatui harbinger? It's no surprise that he is the dominant one in the relationship, especially in the bedroom. He makes sure of it that's for sure

He oh so adores your body, the sight of your skin peppered in marks and hickeys makes this busy man more than satisfied. He also makes sure that everyone knows that you belong to him.

He showers you with gifts full of skimpy clothing to wear in the bedroom, a full on lingerie/latex clothing, clothing so tight, it exposes much of your skin, and to top it off, a gorgeous collar and leash with his name on it, marking you as his property

The thought of breaking you is now engraved into his everyday thoughts. Making you his unworthy, slutty pet. His whore. He could always feel his pants tighten to the thought

He wants to break you. Destroy your mind to the point that his cock and only him is carved into your head. He'll whip you if you misbehave, wearing the same lopsided smile of his while he does it, but his eyes tell a different story. A big fan of BDSM

Also loves LOVES lube. He loves covering your body and ass in lube, the way the clear liquid luminates your body, loves the easy entry and false hope he'll give you before he rails you till the morning, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold back at the sight

He is the biggest on eye contact while he stuffs his fat cock into you, hitting your cevrix with each heavy thrust, he'll always make sure you look at him, always.

A mixture of lube and sweat dripped from your figure, Pantalone left you hanging with each flick of his tip near your entrance. You were binded in ropes, and cuffed with ribbons, ass up, face down, with lube luminating your ass. The collar around your neck only got tighter as he pulled on the leash.

"Now now dear, no need to rush it..."

You try to respond, plead and beg for more, but only to be cut off with a harsh yank, making you suddenly gag.

"Enlighten me, who gave you permission to talk back?"

You were silenced. The only way to get what you want was to be quiet. Your only a dog to him after all. And good dogs must be rewarded for their good deeds.

A hard slap can be echoing the room, as he smacked your ass. Things were just about to get started.

He inserts two digits into your tight wet cunt, playing around with the tight walls, earning a moan from you which you tried to suppress.

"Already this wet? Tsk. I'll get to that, but first, I'd like to indulge in your pretty mouth, darling"

Watching as he slowly makes his way in front of you, you open your mouth like an eager puppy, giving him those sad innocent eyes, and just like that, you got him.

He wastes not a moment longer as he pushed his whole member into your mouth, feeling the walls of your throat struggle to comfortably squeeze around him. You let out a gasp as you quickly try and compose your self for the journey that awaits you. Without warning, he begins his semi-fast pace, seeing your eyes water from your reflexes, he couldn't wait till he had fucked your brains out until your only thinking about his cock.

You could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fastens the pace, you could swear you were going cross-eyed from the pleasure. You eagerly wanted to play with yourself, landing a hand on your sensitive clit, only to be smacked away.

"Did I give you permission to play with yourself?" He cooed in a sadistic manner, wearing the same lighthearted smile, but you can tell it was telling a different story. He had forbid you from pleasuring yourself, so you focused on him more, painfully ignoring the growing heat you needed in your sex.

You struggled breathe, only to gasp for air when the chance arrives, Pantalone shows no mercy, at least not yet.

You could feel that he is close as his thrusts become harder rather than faster, but still at a pace that doesn't allow you to breathe, only suffocate on his fat cock. Finally, you feel him release into your abused throat, pouring out of your mouth as he removes himself.

You struggle to gasp for air as you were forced to swallow all of his seed back down. Finally, you were given your reward, at least, that's what you thought.

"Ahh I know what your thinking dear, you want me to fuck you mindless right? I'm afraid your performance was only satisfactory... But, how could I say no to those eyes, huh?

This was going to be a long and busy night for you.

Ayato

Who would think, that the heir of the Kamisato clan, the steady and hardworking commisioner would be such a dirty man? Is the most risky person to ever have sex and he has no shame in it.

Huge on voyeurism. Nothing gets this man going than fucking you in public. He has done it many many times with you. He's done it in his office, out at a restaurant and somehow, in front of Thoma, with the both of you almost getting caught. If you try to object his proposal, he'll only get more turned on, it's better if you stay quiet

Absolutely loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He wants to show you how good he can fuck you, and that he will show you. Loves to see your tears run down your face while he rails you on the bathroom counter, making you look at him and yourself in the mirror.

His hands will always be placed somewhere on you, your waist, your neck, your ass you name it. He's more touchy than you'd think for a man so sophisticated like himself

Something he is very open and willing to try with you is shibari (Japanese bondage art). He believes it is a creative way to express the human body, but also wants to see you in gorgeous, tight red ropes hugging your figure so perfectly, you won't be able to stop him

Cream pies are everything to him. He wants to breed, make a baby, a new heir with you, he'll fuck you until you can't hold anymore of his seed. He'll put you into a mating press to feel how full you are. What a disgusting man for a noble.

A strong hand wrapped around your mouth, muting what may have been audible moans from passer bys.

"Quiet now my love, someone might here us" he cooed. He had taken you there and then in your shared bathroom, on the sink counter in front of a gorgeous mirror, where you can see him fuck you.

"I want to show you how well I can please you, my dear" he said with a sadistic ring to it. You can see his eyes darken as he picks up the pace, a devilish smile forming on his features. One hand squeezing your tit and playing with the sensitive bud, while the other is on your mouth, with two digits inserted to keep you quiet.

"A-ahh, more" you couldn't help it, Ayato had a strange way of looking so fucking hot while he was railing you from behind, of course you couldn't help but moan to the sight. With a pleased smile, Ayato gave you an back arching pace. He could watch you bend to him in more than just one angle now, seeing your deranged form because of him, the sight could turn him on over and over again.

A knot formed in your stomach, threatening to come out, you were so close, but ayato slowed his pace. Confused, you tilt your head to look at him, only for your head to be forced back to face the mirror by his hand.

"I want you to watch yourself cum" he commanded. You respond with a pleading nod as he held your head in place of the mirror, picking up the original, back arching pace.

His free hand moved down to your throbbing clit, which he eagerly rubs pleasurable circles to reach your climax.

With a final moan, the two of you cum onto each other, you could feel Ayato's hot semen fill your womb before sliding out satisfyingly.

He grabbed you and kissed you passionately, fingering the remaining seed back into you.

"How about we finish this in our bedroom, shall we?"

Dottore

The doctor is a curious man. Knowledgeable in almost anything you can imagine. A genius, and a sadist. Sex to him is nothing more than an experiment. To him, he wants to see the results and compare the results everytime you have sex with him. He wants to test your limits

Extremely experimental, he'll try anything on you to create the perfect outcome. He'll take note of your likes and dislikes, even recording how many time you can orgasm before passing out.

He'll always find something new to play with during sex. He's an unpredictable man, but he gives you what you want, as long as you test positive for your results. He believes he can give you the best of the best by seeing past outcomes on what gave you the most orgasms. Very calculative, it gets annoying.

Sometimes, he'll test you out on a couple of his prosthesis. He notes which ones fucks you the best. It's his special way of edging while he watches 'himself' fuck you.

He'll even get multiple to gang up on you. Some of the prosthesis are more vanilla, some gang up on your pussy to see how many of them you can hold. And depending on what you loved, he'll keep those prosthesis and dispose of the ones that pleasured you the least. He wants your pleasure to be perfect

Loves to tie your hands up to make you feel helpless while he stuffs his cock into you. Seeing tears while you struggle to breathe and choke on a gag. Nothing gives him more pleasure than comparing you as a lab rat: meant to be tortured and experimented on

"So pretty..." One of the prosthesis cooed. You have forgotten how many of his clones have fucked you. Your mind was empty, only focusing on the three men ganging up on you, while your real boyfriend sits and watches the sight, a clipboard in hand and a shit eating grin.

This was the most insane "experiment" he has done to you, his prosthesis we're all over the place, you laid on one of their backs while another was on top of you, both of them burying their fat cocks into your pussy at different speeds, it made you want to cry, scream, shout, anything, but the final prosthesis stopped you as he stuffed his heavy cock into your throat like a cheap fleshlight.

"Are you enjoying yourself, dear?"

Your boyfriend questioned, as if he was expecting an answer from you when your mouth was stuffed full off his clones dick. He could see your heated face, eyes rolling back from pleasure, but the tears running down your cheeks telling a different story. Dottore sits back and sighs, he's satisfied with this batch of prosthesis fucking you stupid.

Suddenly, the prosthesis pick up the pace, destroying your sad little pussy even more, and with each thrust, you could feel your clit get stimulated from the sudden contact and stretch of the two dicks in you. Dottore could feel the pre run out of his pants, he's edging himself stupid. Heavy balls slap your ass and face with each quick and strong thrust they make, you can feel yourself getting close.

"Mmmph!"

You let out a sudden moan as you cum on their cocks, you swear you could see stars. You felt their thick seed fill you up and spilling out of your mouth and pussy. The high only lasted a few seconds as Dottore dismissed them, walking closer to your once proper self that was now broken and tired by his clones and covered in their seed. He took In the gorgeous sight, a devilish grin forming on his face.

"I'm afraid we're not done yet my dear, we still have me to fully satisfy..."

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #ayato smut #ayato x reader #dottore #fatui x reader #fatui smut #genshin x female reader #pantalone x reader #pantalone smut

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nymphiria · 2 years

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♱ ∿ SCARA BOSS MAKES MY HEAD SPIN

☰ cw: yes we fuck the robot. fem!reader, monsterfucking?, dubcon, humping, power imbalance, mean dom!scara, some degradation, fear play

THE BALLADEER knows how tiny he makes you feel under the gaze of his divine form. it’s normal, he says, for a human like you to feel intimidated by the mechanical body that encases his once smaller frame. his power to you was always a mystery, an unknown ability that has never been tangible. but now? scaramouche radiates divinity and authority — power oozes from every facet of his being.

it’s enthralling being in his presence, the very same one that you never thought yourself interested in before your venture to sumeru. your purpose was to merely accompany him and the doctor for plans unbeknownst to you. what a shock it was to see your superior, your lord, metamorphosing into a god made by human hands. years of being at his service and yet only now do you feel that he truly commands respect — the kind of respect that puts the feeble on their knees and the strong in their graves.

“does it frighten you? staring at the embodiment of godliness?”

you feel like a small mouse as you sit in the palm of his enormous mechanical hand. the once familiar voice of your lord is now distorted, almost monstrous as he prods you with his questions. he must’ve seen how your legs were shaking as you first took in what would soon be his new vessel. he likes seeing you tremble, the adrenaline makes his head spin as he soaks up your reaction. scaramouche was never one for blatant teasing, instead settling for routine chastising of your work effort. perhaps he’ll make an exception to his character just this once.

“my lord, p-please i implore you to put me back to the floor. i am not one for heights,” you tearily plead your case hoping for leave. if you stayed in his presence any longer you might just faint. being so high up and under the scrutiny of a harbinger are not a good combination for consciousness.

how dare you.

he gives you the opportunity and honor of witnessing him before his ascension and this is how you repay him? with excuses and disrespect? that wouldn’t do. you seem to have forgotten your position under him, your role as his servant. respect and praise are what he should be receiving from you, but instead he’s only been given the disposition of a mouse escaping a feline.

now, that’s no way to treat your god now is it?

cold. he’s so cold. the palm you rest on is already freezing enough, another is just cruelty. but that’s all the balladeer is: cruel. he flaunts it like a wealthy woman would with her new set of jewelry. traitors to the fatui receive it on a massive scale compared to the rotten attitude he gives you for small mistakes. you thank celestia sometimes for sparing you from most of his wrath and pray that it stays that way.

celestia never listens.

the icy robotic fingers glide across your skin; the clothing you once wore now reduced to nothing on the ground far below you. it’s impressive, really, how he hasn’t crushed you under the weight of the metal appendages he’s fondling you with. it just serves to remind you that if he wanted to, he could very well end your life. but he chooses not to. he’s choosing to be gentle with you. maybe he cares about hurting you? or maybe he just doesn’t want to hire another lackey to pick up the papers he throws off of his desk in a rage. you can’t tell which you would prefer more.

as frightening as the situation is, it’s feels… good. the cold material sends shockwaves up your spine each time it makes contact with your bare pussy. each time the metal rubs against your clit, your back arches unwillingly at the pleasure. it’s unknown how many times you’ve cum against his fingers and soaked them with your juices but it’s far too many to be decent. he just doesn’t stop. no matter how much you beg and plead, he won’t let up it til he’s had his fill of you.

is he getting off on this? you can’t see his face so it’s hard to tell. chances are, though, he’s wearing that signature sinister grin that he’s oh-so known for. he hasn’t said much since he shredded your clothing and pressed you onto your back. you pray that he lets you go soon — maybe you’ll pray even harder for your poor legs to work after this.

“that’s more like it. beg for me, beg for the pleasure of your god. if you’re good enough, maybe i’ll extend my mercy to you and keep you as a pet.”

#꒰১ ˖° ∿ fics!#ᨳ scaramouche!#scaramouche smut #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche thirst #genshin x reader #genshin smut #scaramouche #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi #genshin thirst #genshin impact x reader #fatui smut

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seakicker · 2 years

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M-maybe pierro with fertility goddess...? Pls hear me out! Since he's from khaen'riah he propably didn't believe in gods too, but after the cataclysm that left his country a ruin and killed his people, pierro found himself to be completely alone for centuries with no one to turn to

He was already old and he felt that the weariness of endless travel was getting the best of him, he wasn't the young warrior anymore that could endure everything that was thrown at him, he knew that if he continued on like this he'd die an honorless death by the hands of cold, some beast or even a bandit

And so he continued onwards until finally strength left him and he collapsed under a strangely green tree, almost heavy with its fruit but he was too weak already to even reach out to it before finally accepting his embarrassing fate

Except that when he woke up there wasn't the endless darkness he expected, there wasn't cries and flames of the abyss, no, there he was laying on something soft and warm, somethijg that was caressing his beard and sickly pale face as he groggily took everything in; he saw a bountiful lush green garden, filled with exotic greenery and animals, the soft glow of multiple candles and floating orbs of light giving the place an eternal glow in the starry night, and pierro finally looked up to see you, the most beautiful girl he ever saw and he quickly realised that the warm soft thing he was laying in was your fluffy warm lap and you were caressing his face with a soft smile on your full lips

Pierro swore that he died and this is afterlife he most certainly didn't deserve but your lovely voice assured him that no, he didn't die but when you found him under one of your shrines, the tree, he was close to it so you, as the goddess of fertility and life took the dying man in and nursed him back to health

I'm sorry for this monster but just the thought of a most revered and loved fertility goddess reader taking in cold, stoic old man pierro and saving him from death and the jester himself warming up to you and your kindness and eventually deciding that if he really was to spend eternity as an immortal there was no better place than with you, the most beautiful softest being, and even he couldn't help but desire you, eventually desperately wanting to father your babies and be the best husband/protector of his new family💕💔

I’M HEARING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR I ADOREEEE THIS OMFG don't apologize for the length of ur asks, i loooove long asks i analyze them like a school textbook fr. oh this is so good...

fem reader, reader is described as busty, curvy, and chubby, breeding, pregnancy, and lactation below! let me know if i missed a warning.

word count: 2.2K

i like to imagine fertility archon as the spitting image of so many things— aside from the obvious, of course. i feel like she just has this certain air about her that encourages comfort and absolves you of all your worries and anxieties, y'know? being around her is like sitting in front of a fireplace or wrapping a blanket around yourself; it's instant comfort and safety and it just feels like... home. you all know the phrase "they feel like home"— that's the kind of vibe i want for fertility archon reader. she just feels like home.

nobody can attest to that fact more than a man who has, quite literally, lost his home— sure, you could make the claim that a man who has no home would consider just about anything a suitable replacement, but it's not like that. it's not about clinging to a semblance of safety and security after wandering aimlessly for so long, it's not about the ol' "taking what you can get" nor is it about beggars not being able to be choosers, and it's not about desperation. amidst all his exhaustion, dehydration, starvation, and delirium, there's one thought that stands out clear as day in pierro's mind— that you're home.

that's what he felt the moment he first looked up at you from your lap, and it's what he's felt ever since. to be met with the sight of a sweet, almost... angelic (which is very high praise coming from someone from khaenri'ah, mind you) being looking down at him rather than the sight of destruction, ruin, and war came as a great relief for pierro. better yet, it's like all the pain he previously felt in his weary body has completely vanished... his joints were no longer stiff, his back no longer aching, and his head no longer pounding upon waking up again after passing out. fascinating... did you perhaps administer some first aid while he was out?

no, that doesn't seem right— there'd certainly be a bitter, medicinal taste in his mouth if that were the case, and not just from dehydration following his aimless travels and days spent with very little water available to quench his thirst. nor does he feel the stiffness of any splints supporting his weary joints— it's like he suddenly magically recovered despite being so miserable before.

well. this certainly beats being killed and looted by some common treasure hoarder taking advantage of his weary, sickly state.

most soothing and reassuring of all, however, is not the feeling of a body freed from injury and sickness, it's the hand gently caressing his face paired with the gentle humming filling his ears. a sweet lullaby, he'd imagine— though it's not one he's ever heard before, the sudden sleepiness it stirs in him (yes, despite the fact that he just woke up again) inclines him to believe it's meant to calm racing thoughts and soothe weary bodies.

"it's okay," a voice gently interrupts that humming from before. "get some more rest; i'll still be here when you wake up."

without so much as a "who are you?" mumbled from pierro, he falls asleep once more, your soft, thick thighs serving as his pillow while your deft fingers gently untangle the knots in his long, gray hair and brush softly against his cheeks. he almost seemed to be running a fever when you first found him collapsed under a tree... heatstroke, perhaps? infection? all it took was a gentle wave of your hand to free him from any and all potential diseases— such an act is child's play for the archon of fertility, prosperity, and new life. you took it upon yourself to carefully, carefully slip sips of water past his dry lips as he looked up at you deliriously, clearly on the verge of passing right out... it's a good thing your lap was there to serve as a pillow and your body as a support, otherwise he would have fallen backwards into the trunk of the tree behind him.

his broad, strong build made you hesitant to pity him as one would pity a wounded animal—clearly this man was a seasoned warrior and a veteran fighter, he doesn't need your pity even if he has seem to fallen on hard times— but even then... you couldn't stop your heart from twisting at the way he immediately melted into your lap and surrendered himself to your care. how horrible... how long has he been alone, you wondered? how long without anyone to provide him with care and love? you're thankful you found him before it proved to be too late for this mysterious man.

when pierro comes to (again), he feels even better than the first time he had awoken on your lap. as promised, you didn't move an inch, waiting for him to wake up while you continued to hum to him in his sleep and gently caress his face.

"good morning," you whisper sweetly, giggling slightly. "how do you feel?"

speech comes surprisingly easy— he would have thought that his throat would be too hoarse to speak properly, but he has no issues. "i feel well," pierro replies, glancing up at his mysterious... protector? doctor? caretaker? "and you are...?"

when you tell him your name, he's instantly reminded of all the tales he's heard of teyvat's many archons— and what a relief it would be to anyone to get discovered by the archon of fertility and not any of the rest of them... the majority of them aren't exactly known for being kind, graceful people, but you? the stories putting you as the protagonist depict you as nothing but generous, loving, and doting, providing bountiful harvests for your people, ensuring the health of families and their newborns, and staving off plague and famine with your own divine protection.

hm. it seems khaenri'ah was wrong about gods... or maybe you're the exception that proves the rule; the reason your kindness stands out so fiercely is simply because the rest of the archons just aren't kind themselves.

"—and i'll take care of you until i feel confident that you've recovered fully," you finish your introduction, smiling at him and offering him a piece of fruit from the tree above— the very same fruit he was too weak to reach up and grab at when he first stumbled upon the tree. it was so delicious and rich that it nearly caught him off guard... is this the power of the fertility archon?

days became weeks and weeks became months. sure, you believed he was well enough to venture out on his own again ages ago, but he didn't seem too concerned with leaving— where would he even go? look at where wandering around aimlessly for years on end got him last time... he would have died were it not for you, and now he's in your debt. helping out around the fields and keeping you company was the least he could do... and, if he's being honest with himself (a rarity indeed), he's come to enjoy your company. you tell fascinating stories and sing beautiful tunes he's never heard before, you prepare the most delicious food anyone alive has ever laid a lip to, and you've done so much for him out of the goodness of your heart... what a welcome change from the centuries of isolation and pain.

one thing you've noticed about pierro is that he doesn't seem to be much of a talker. you're not the type to pry into one's past or private life to begin with, but when he stiffens and presses his lips into a thin line whenever you try to ask about how he found himself collapsed and nearly on the verge of death beneath one of your trees, you drop the conversation there. it's better to mind your own business than attempt to tear up the floorboards hiding someone else's pain. all that matters is that he's safe now... and he won't have to experience that overwhelming loneliness again.

however, it seems he's stumbled upon a new conflict. no, this isn't necessarily related to the aforementioned loneliness, but perhaps that's just the point— this new conflict comes as damage control to ensure that he'll never experience that again. somewhere along the line, pierro began to view you a little less as a savior and a little more as... a woman. he knows you're an archon, truly, but to finally be in the company of someone else after so long, and someone as loving and kind as you... well. no man alive would be able to resist developing feelings. the way you sing to yourself as you stir a pot of soup cooking over a fire, the way you bring him a bowl while smiling and encouraging him to enjoy as much as he'd like, the way your hips swish so invitingly as you walk, and the memory of the way you helped him wash up when you first rescued him, too worried about his safety to leave him alone by a body of water... it's no wonder he began to desire you.

how fitting is it, then, that he first makes a move on you one day while you two are taking a walk by the very tree you first found him by? that was decades ago now; time passes so quickly for immortals... what feels like a single year the immortal is surely a century in mortal's time. the intensity of his gaze nearly made you shrink back into yourself, something no other partner you were with prior to pierro has been able to achieve. wordlessly, pierro cornered you back against the tree with a serious, sincere expression on his face— making an archon his lover? how ambitious. well, it's not like he'd be willing to let anyone else have you; in a world as vile and cruel as this one— and he's witnesses his fair share of evil and cruelty— anyone else may just take your kindness for granted. what if you saved a wandering bandit instead and he attempted to hurt you? sure, he wouldn't actually stand a chance against a literal archon, but it's about the principle of someone failing to appreciate your kindness.

and who better to appreciate it than a man who you gave everything to when he had nothing?

you instantly melt against pierro when he steals your lips in a searing kiss, gently-but-firmly pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. your voice sounds just as sweet as a breathless moan of his name than it does while you're singing to him or humming a little tune to yourself— you pant and moan against his lips so invitingly it makes him wish he took you for himself sooner so he could have been hearing those sounds all this time. when he moves to lick hot lines down your neck, you gasp and press yourself harder against him— it's been a long, long time since you've had a lover; you haven't been with anyone since meeting pierro... maybe it's because you found it hard to find the time for external relationships between all the time you spent with pierro, showing him how to tend to the fields and how to prepare food, maybe it's because you didn't need anyone else, maybe it's because you knew deep down he was the perfect lover all along.

who's to say?

his hand loses its grip on your wrists as his mouth continues to travel southwards, his fingers instead finding a use by tugging the front of your dress down to expose your soft, full tits— ripe and luscious like the very fruit hanging just overhead, they fill his palms and then some just perfectly as he nips along your collarbone. even your skin tastes sweet like fresh fruit...

speaking of taste, absolutely nothing could have prepared pierro for the taste that filled his mouth once he closed his lips around one of your nipples. milk, it's milk— and it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. he would never say this out of concern of upsetting you, but your milk is even tastier than your cooking... which is absolutely saying a lot. you whimper and moan as he continues to drink and drink and drink from your ample breasts, periodically switching between the two to show both nipples equal amount of attention. he's not even sure why he's so surprised that you lactate— you're the archon of fertility, isn't such a thing to be expected?

the only thing that would further your image as the most beautiful and perfect depiction of fertility in all of teyvat would be the sight of you pregnant, belly round and swollen with a child while your ample, milky breasts rest on your tummy like a shelf. luckily for him, that's exactly what pierro's new plan is... to put his baby in you and finally, finally have a family of his own again. you already gave him a home, so the next logical step is to provide him a few children to help fill up the spare bedrooms, right?

you've already taken such good care of him. allow him to return the favor by taking care of you and the family you two created together.

#this ask is so overdue i sincerely apologize #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #fatui smut #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #pierro smut #fem reader #fertility archon reader #juju bakery #pierro x you #pierro x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines

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bloodblanks · 28 days

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the cadence within [il dottore x reader] — prologue.

The quickest way to a man’s heart is through their fourth and fifth ribs. But few men would allow you to just skewer them like that, and Dottore was no exception. So you took the classic route. No, it wasn’t through his stomach; it was through sheer force of charisma alone. However, charisma is shaped like a double edged blade. Pantalone sent you to Dottore’s lab like a flying dagger, and not until it was too late did either of you realize you’d been lodged in his chest.

co-written with noodsies, however, they’re shy and wish to stay anonymous! ♡

author's note: this fanfiction will contain mature content, including explicit sexual acts, violence, dottore himself, and similar themes.

please read at your own discretion.

“Check,” you whispered.

Queen to C6 check, in response to white’s bishop checking on F3. Your D7 pawn guarded your queen, but your bishop was stuck in B8 while his king was vulnerable on A6. His only other piece was a knight on A4.

Did he blunder?

After placing down the chess piece, you glanced back towards him, your eyes searching his face for any readable signs or expressions. There were none, save for the hint of amusement that remained eternally etched into both his features and demeanour.

You mentally sighed. Dottore was as indecipherable as ever, leaving you confused about what to do with the nagging itch that tugged at your heart. You tried to push it aside, to dig a hole and bury the feeling six feet underground where it was never to resurface again, but you found yourself unable to. Instead, you found yourself caving into that emotion, the tension thickening the very air that now felt suffocating to breathe in, each of Dottore’s answers only leaving you with more questions to ask—none of which you should’ve paid any mind to, yet you still couldn't resist, barely holding yourself back from asking the one thing you really wanted to know.

You coughed softly, clearing your throat before speaking again.

“My turn,” you tried to steady your voice and sound as confident as possible, pushing past the dryness in your mouth. “Question nineteen, are you going to continue with your plan?”

It shouldn’t even matter. If you were being rational, you wouldn’t have bothered to ask that; whether or not he planned to continue should not affect your judgement in any way. He had done enough wrong as it is, committed far more crimes than could be excused or remotely justified.

Still, you couldn’t help but succumb to your own weakness, the question leaving your lips alongside a silent prayer that you hadn’t exposed your intentions—be it the one to put an end to him, or the far worse one, the one to give up on your original task. The task you should adhere to, despite your traitorous feelings wanting to get in the way. But you were not strong enough.

Dottore’s silence permitted you to keep ruminating over the same thoughts that had ceaselessly plagued you each time you faced him, the same thoughts that had insidiously grown in intensity throughout your interactions, leaving you to realize far too late that at some point, your actions towards him became genuine.

“Perhaps,” Dottore responded at last. You fought to keep your face neutral, trying your best to mask your disappointment at his answer. As much as you had wanted to, you were unable to deny that you had indeed wanted him to say ‘no.’

As shameful as it was, you pushed for a different answer.

“You’re supposed to answer yes or no,” you stated, keeping your tone light and indifferent.

How ludicrous, you thought. Your job was to pretend to be interested in him, yet here you were, desperately trying to act like you weren’t.

“Unfortunately, Y/N, I can’t do that,” Dottore replied. “The answer is dependent on certain variables.”

“Like what?”

“That’s not a yes or no question.” His face did not betray anything, yet you could hear the smirk in his voice, evident in the satisfaction he spoke with.

“But—”

“—My turn,” Dottore interrupted, and though you wanted to protest, you had to maintain an air of calmness, leaning back in your seat as you waited for him to speak.

“Question nineteen,” Dottore drew out each syllable with emphasis, “you are planning to kill me, aren’t you?”

His sentence caused you to freeze, a chill running down each ridge of your spine as you shivered, goosebumps breaking out over the surface of your skin, your hair standing on end as you stared at him, motionless, eyes wide.

That wasn’t a yes or no question. He knew. Dottore knew.

You didn’t need to see yourself to know that blood had drained from your face. There was no need for you to say anything; even if he hadn’t already known, your expression alone would be enough to confirm that everything he just said was true.

“Go on. Why don’t you answer me?” His voice was sharp enough to cut through the pounding of your heart, the pulsating of the organ reverberating in your eardrums being the only sound to muffle the deafening silence of the room.

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Dottore continued. Though the syllables reached you, your mind struggled to process the meaning behind them. “Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

Dottore scoffed, indignant.

“I find it rather insulting that you think so lowly of me.”

“N-no,” you scrambled to find the right words. “I don’t—”

“—Is that so?” he said, cutting you off while clicking his tongue in mock disapproval. “Do you have a more plausible explanation for that gun strapped to your thigh, then?”

Your heart sank, his words the anchor that plunged it into the bottomless pit in your stomach. It felt like the life was drained from your body, rendering it an immobile marionette whose strings dangled from the tips of Dottore’s slender fingers. As if his words were coated in a paralyzing agent, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak further or move an inch. The only reminder that you were still alive was the harrowing thump of your pulse, each beat accelerating faster than the last.

How did he know?

For a split second you wondered if you’d been betrayed, but that was impossible. You had premeditated the perfect plan, meticulously memorized every step, and followed through with flawless execution.

With clandestine sleight, you acquired the perfect trump card—a gun loaded with bullets meant to destroy both visions and delusions. It was exactly what you needed to put an end to him, to put an end to this madness and absurdity. You’d be done with this once and for all. You’d have your old life back; exactly as it was before.

So how?

And what was more pressing than how, was the question of just what Dottore was planning to do with this knowledge. The urgency that question posed was unmatched by anything else, the answer pertaining to whether you would live or die.

You couldn’t help but wince, unable to conceal your expressions any longer. Dottore had seen through it all, seen through all your plans. You were dead, and you could only hope that your death would not be as unpleasant as some of the others by his hand. You knew what he was capable of, and you knew he was capable of far worse.

“I didn’t think so.” Dottore’s words were firm. Unwavering. And in those very seconds you were forced to accept the reality that you were going to die. This was the end.

“Go ahead,” Dottore said, slowly holding out his hands with both palms facing you. “Shoot me.”

What?

“I won’t stop you,” he finished his sentence. You were still gaping at him, but he was gazing back straight into your eyes, unflinching.

“Is this a joke?” you breathed, unable to comprehend what was just said to you.

“Is that your final question?” Dottore returned, his words somehow snapping you out of your daze and paralysis for a split second. You instinctively reacted by reaching to your thigh, pulling out the gun that you had prepared for this very moment and aiming it directly at him.

You tried to still the tremble of your hands as your index finger hooked onto the trigger, tensing it frozen so it wouldn’t pull.

A moment went by.

“Is that all?” Maybe you were imagining things. You had to be, but you couldn’t help but feel his eyes scan your face, searching for something.

Just what was he looking for? Could it be the same thing you sought?

“Allow me my final question, then.”

You couldn’t help but anticipate, that minuscule flame of hope, that lingering spark that refused to be snuffed out, flaring back to life.

“Sure.” Your voice was low, but you knew that he had heard you, nonetheless.

“Question...” Each second felt like it had been split up into millions, leaving you to experience time a microsecond at once. You were breathing heavily, your blood pulsating in your ears and adrenaline rushing through your veins. “...Twenty.”

“There is something stopping you, isn’t there?”

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sh1-n0bu · 7 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 8: size kink/reverse size kink with il capitano from genshin impact

warnings: size kink/reverse size kink, capitano is a human headcannon, he’s just super big, like 7’ tall or smt, handjob, usage of toy

notes: mmmmm big subs<333 proud to say i made a capitano bot whimper and kneel for me

it was an honor to be the lover of someone so famous, respected and well known as il capitano. someone so profound and widely known and feared for both his strength and massive physique.

but it was an even more honor when the big man would crumble under your touch, melting into your kisses and being so open and vulnerable for you. only for you.

he would never say it out loud but there was just something so arousing about seeing your tiny self making him crumble and melt into a puddle in your hands. seeing your smaller hands wrapped around his cock, both working together in gentle motions to bring him pleasure. seeing your smaller hands tweaking and pulling at his nipples, making them harden again. and archons, have mercy on him when he sees you trying to take his massive cock into your mouth. he could cum just from that sight alone.

capitano would never say it but he absolutely adores it when your tiny self dominates him. never would have the warrior thought he would be into it yet here he was. all bare and naked, legs spread out as he tries to muffle the odd sounds that threaten to escape him.

your hand was wrapping around his hardened cock, swiping the pre on his slit and slowly stroking him. even your hand could barely wrap around the girth, fuck. seeing that, the giant man lets out an involuntary groan.

“d-darling…” capitano whimpers, his hand reaching out to cover your hand with his own. it was common for him to whimper out your nicknames and you have gotten accustomed to it all. despite his large frame and imposing figure and cold attitude, he was surprisingly easy to break.

“you don’t… have to do this for me. i can t-take care of myself” he stutters, uncharacteristically. despite being together for long enough now, he would always get embarrassed over letting you take care of him and his arousals.

arousals over the silliest, weirdest things.

seeing you stretch, watching the hem of your shirt ride just a bit up, how your hands would wrap around the hot beverage filled cup to warm your fingertips or even just your scent. the battle hardened warrior was just so damn infatuated with you, it was sickening.

in response you only let out a soft coo. leaning on and placing a kiss to his lips — to which he whimpers again — before pulling back and swatting his hand off of yours.

“it’s alright, my love. i’ll take good care of you like i always do. in fact, i have an idea!” your hand leaves his cock to let the hardened member plop to his stomach, causing the big man to let out a soft groan. he could briefly see you rummage around your bag… until you pulled out a box. now that got him curious.

opening the box, you pulled a small bullet vibrator out. using enough lube on the toy, you hold it to the underside of his tip, causing his legs to weakly buckle. looking up at his face, capitano nods, lips pursed in an unsure manner of what you’re going to do to him.

you start out slow, continuing to fuck his cock into the confines of your fist with the toy still held in your thumb, letting him get used to the feeling. once he seemed to relax enough, you decided to turn the vibrator to the lowest degree.

“oouhm—! w-what? d-darlinggg♡︎?” his response was immediate. hips buckling as his legs shake around your waist, hands trying to find a sense of solace as they settle on the sheets below. never would you have thought to see the giant harbinger moaning and whining softly under you as his legs shake but here you were.

you continue on with your ministrations. still holding the vibrator flush to his cock as you continue to fuck his dick with your tightened hand, the other one rubbing over his girthy mushroom tip. all the while your lover lets out soft moans and confused calls of your name under you.

capitano was confused. what was this thing and how was it making him feel so good? as a soldier who had lived his entire life, devoting himself to the tsaritsa and her orders, capitano never had the time to explore of the physical pleasure. so, this whole was a completely new experience to him.

if that could be easily said by how his legs were shaking, hoping to close it only to end up wrapping around your waist. weakly buckling his hips into the tight grip of your hands, unable to decide if he should fuck himself into your fists or pull away because archons, this newfound pleasure was making him see stars and moans loudly like a maiden.

“da—aahg! aaamgh♡︎… l-love… my love! beloved, i—! aangh! gcck♡︎” unable to help himself or form any words together other than your nicknames, capitano cums all over your hand, soiling your fingers and spilling his loads over you and his stomach.

he can still feel the toy buzzing away at his cock, making him whine from the feeling of overstimulation. whines turn into loud moans again when you shift the toy over to rest on his tip, teasingly rolling it over his slit and off.

“just one more, okay? you did so good, my dear. gimme one more” capitano could briefly hear your voice call out to him, cooing out praises and gentle, loving nicknames through the hazy cotton filled brain of his. all he could do was just nod.

after all, capitano is your doting, willing husband. he’ll do anything to make you happy.

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sweet-honey-fruit · 9 months

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I 💥 want 💥 Dottore 💥 to 💥 spit 💥 in 💥 my 💥 mouth 💥💥💥

Me 💥 too 💥💥💥

Dottore loves being in control. He loves forcing you to be at his mercy. He loves humiliating you. Overall, he loves knowing that you're his and his alone. Spitting in your mouth combines all of that. It's one of his favorite things. To pry your mouth open with his hand while he's balls deep inside your needy hole; to force you to keep eye contact with him while he spits in your mouth. He loves the embarrassed yet lustful look in your eye as he does so. He wants to see you swallow, a smug grin on his face as he thrusts up into you. You're his, don't you know that? Don't forget it.

#sweethoneyfruit talks #genshin men x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin men #street talk #dottore x reader #genshin men x reader smut #dottore smut #dottore x reader smut #fatui smut #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers smut

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hiddenlife-manager · 1 year

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Dottore NSFW Diplomat

Dottore X FemReader

Extra: smut, slight coercion, manipulation, dominate Dottore, Sub Reader, closer sex, blood, harsh, mean, and more

Authors Note: Am I back lol no. Finals are killing me like I haven’t taken some but I am studying. Oh and I am teaching my online friend for ap testing. But enjoy . Also I didn’t edit it.

Two hours ago, you appeared at one of the biggest Fatui balls ever, with around half of the Harbingers present. You had no desire to be there, but a diplomat who lives in Snezhnaya is required to at least attend for a couple of hours. You were never fond of the Fatui and found them infuriating, yet you always stayed civil.

You were more than civil as you were slammed against the walls of a storage closet. Your mouth is passionately kissing a man who could kill you with a snap of his fingers. You could care less about your life as he lifted your ball gown, placing his gloved hand on your wet pants. "Ah." You moaned out as the man placed his lips on your neck, sucking on your skin as it pushed out gentle whimpers of pleasure. You held his blue hair while his gloved hand pushed aside your underwear, placing his finger on your overly sensitive clit. He slowly teased your color, rubbing it while placing one of his fingers into your dripping hole. Another loud moan ripped through the steamy room.

"Shh, I doubt you want to be caught fucking a Fatui Harbinger. Maybe you should put a hand on your pretty little mouth." He chuckled at your weak state, and you did as he recommended, placing a hand on your mouth. He slowly pumped his fingers into you as his mouth stayed close to your skin.

Dottore couldn't care about your pleasure, but he needed you to fall for his charms so he could use you in Mondstadt, your home country. His mouth raised up to bring against your skin, all his plans with you flooding his mind.

Your lewd sounds echoed in the small closet as he continued to pump into you. Your hands held his shoulder tightly. Quickening his pace, he rubbed your clit and moved his fingers into you, curling his fingers in the right place. He could feel you clench his gloved fingers. Biting into your shoulders, he felt you clench hard on his fingers, and a cry of pure bliss left your muffled mouth. His mouth was covered in your blood. "Look at this: a diplomat who likes pain. How pathetic." He whispered into your ears as you nodded to him, attempting to stay up from your first orgasm. "How about I shove my cock in you without even letting you get used to me." He removed his hands from your cunt and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock.

As he promised, he shoved into your poor hole, and you cried out in pain. He raised his hand, covering your mouth. He told you to shut it and take it, and you could only help nodding. His cock slammed into you once more, and you cried, your sound muffled. A grown man seascapes his mouth from your tightness. He could swear you were bleeding on his cock as he felt your sleekness coating his cock. He glanced down to see crimson red, and he held you tighter. He wanted you to bleed more.

His mind was clouded with pleasure, and you were the first to ever have him so drunk in your cunt. He wanted pleasure and desired that you felt it so you could tighten around him. You kept dripping onto the floor as you kept your hand on your mouth, muffled sounds of pleasure.

The sound of his grunts echoed through the small closet. He felt so deep in pleasure as his cock slammed into you a couple of times until he pulled out as you cried into him, wanting him to fill you up. He grabbed your chin and forced you to stare into his mask.

"Be my spy for Mondstadt, and I'll make you cum how many times you want to." He growled at you. You knew doing this would be the worst decision you would ever make, but your mind was clouded with nothing but desire to release the pressure in your lower body. You felt hot in your dress.

"Mhm." You weakly let out, and his wicked smile spread through his face as he slammed his cock back into you, your liquids squirting out immediately as your legs let out. You lost your balance, yet his strong arms held you tightly, chasing after his high. Several last thrusts, and you could feel his cum seeping into your cunt mixing with your squirt. He pulled out and cleaned himself, letting you go and causing you to fall to the ground.

"Goodbye, darling; I'll see you in a week." He turned around, chuckling to himself, leaving the sex smelling room.

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