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cyxnidx · 6 months

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DADDY'S GIRL !

characters: dad!pantalone & dad!wriothesley

genre: hcs + imagines

a/n: i love wrio's design sb omgomgomg. also pls ignore how janky wrio's icon looks compared to pantalones :(

Pantalone

dad!pantalone, who can't help himself but laugh when his little girl tries to wear his glasses.

"why, look at you." pantalone coo's, finger gently tickling his two year olds stomach while she tries to fit his seemingly oversized glasses onto her small framed face. "just like daddy, aren't you?"

dad!pantalone, who's ever so gentle with his little girl.

dad!pantalone, who buys his little one everything she could ever want.

walking beside pantalone, his little girl wobbles slightly from her thick bubble coat keeping her warm in the harsh winter. they pass a store, and the small girl stops for a moment, noticing a toy through the glass. "daddy?" she calls, pointing at the glass as she waits for her father to crouch down, matching her eyesight. "can i have one?" she asks sweetly, eyes going wide. pantalone smiles, "of course, darling."

dad!pantalone, who lets his teenage girl do his nails and makeup.

dad!pantalone, who laughs to see himself reflected in his teenage girl's personality.

dad!pantalone, who compares his girls baby pictures to her now, smiling when he notices she hasn't changed a bit.

walking down the corridors of his home, pantalone smiled as he saw picture frame after picture frame of his little girl, years seemingly passing in a flash. though, with closer observation, he notices her face hasn't changed a bit - perhaps a newer birth mark, but nothing else. "dad?" he hears her voice. "what're you doing?" she questions. pantalone cocks his head slightly, smiling. "nothing - you just look the exact same in the face." he tells her, lightly tapping her nose in a playful manner.

Wriothesley

dad!wrio, who loves to help his toddler play with her little toys.

"daddy." he hears his little girl call for him, pulling at his index finger for his attention. wrio looks down, noticing her pointing at her dolls and doll house spread across the living room floor, pieces no longer where they were supposed to be. "help me, please." she asks politely.

dad!wrio, who adores it when his little girl curls into a ball in his arms late one night while watching a movie.

eating a handful of popcorn, wrio almost doesn't notice his little girl move the bowl to the table and instead places herself into his arms, face buried into his chest. wriothesley smiles softly, tightening his grasp around her smaller body as he continues to watch his movie.

dad!wrio, who smiles when his teenage girl still comes to him for help.

dad!wrio, who always lets his teenager do his hair whenever she deems fit.

dad!wrio, who always tries his best to model the man he hopes his little girl will fall for.

driving his teenager to her father-daughter dance, wriothesley pulls into the parking lot. "don't touch it." wriothesley tells his teenager, stopping her from touching the car door handle. "dad.." she groans before watching him get out of the car, walking to the other side and opening the door for her. "c'mon, let's go." he says, hand out to help her out.

dad!wrio, who feels his heart melt hearing his possessive toddler yell 'my daddy' for the hundredth time.

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angelltheninth · 19 days

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you are my favorite writer here and i am in need of some embarrassing fluff, so could i request some pre-relationship stage hqs with Xiao, Al-Haitham and Pantalone 🙏💚

Fluff is never embarrassing. That's a lie.

Pairing: Xiao, Pantalone, Al-Haitham x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, secret crushes, pining, being protective, jealousy, co-workers, teasing, power imbalance

A/N: No one talks about the pre-relationship stuff enough.

Xiao pines over you without ever planning on confessing. What would be the point when you are world's apart? It would only make him hurt again. Yet he can't stay away from you no matter how much he tries, he is drawn to you by fate, destined to be yours and his. He wants a future with you, but he's also very scared of it. It has to be worth it in the end doesn't it? No matter how much time he has with you he will cherish it.

Pantalone is your boss so he thinks your flirting is a bit out of line. Or so he keeps saying but he never actually said he doesn't enjoy it, your words of flattery, your not so subtle lingering eyes. If he catches onto these then so do the others, you best be careful. He can't protect you from everything, despite the urge to. Valuables and money are his area of expertise and what is more valuable then someone's trust, loyalty and love? Those have made people do great and terrible things in the past.

Al-Haitham can't keep his frown off his face when you bring lunch but it's not just for him, it's for everyone. Here he was, looking forward to a lunch date with you. There's always next time, or is there? You seem a bit dense, not picking up on his blatant flirting. But you seem very happy to giggle when other men flirt with you. If he didn't know better he would think you're trying to make him jealous. And then turning around and kissing only him on the cheek like it's no big deal. Oh, it's on.

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suguru-getos · 2 years

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genshin men x favorite sex positions:

characters included: ayato, itto, dottore, pantalone, childe.

ayato: he loves to see your legs straddled as you face him, eyebrows scrunched up as his fat cock plunges against your sopping wet cunt, loves how your tits bounce when he whispers and demands you to try harder. “i don’t think we both are getting a release at that pace, my love,” loves pinching your nipples between his index finger and thumb, loving how you whimper and clench around him even more at that. “god— you are so needy, i love every second of it. do you ache for me that much, darling?” when he sees you are getting slightly exhausted, leaning your forehead against his shoulder; he switches positions slightly, holding your thighs up with just his palm, and railing you over and over until he finds your sweet spot, until he makes you tip off the edge, sobbing with pleasure.

itto: mmm, this man screams full nelson. he is big and buff, his long fingers wrap around your plush thighs perfectly, nails making just the right amount of indents as he thrusts inside your weeping hole, smirking at how your moans turn into screams. “gosh~ aww! you are soo little, just too fit (thrust) of a fuck hole (thrust) for me,” he loves how messed up, how surrendering it is for you. you can’t do anything except take it, like his champ! “fuuck~ look atcha~ milkin’ me like that, makin’ a run for my mora eh lil slut?” you whine and let your walls wrap around his cock, choking his veinny member until he groans out. “agh- fuck- god~ y’ wanna cum sweetheart? y’ wanna cum my lil babygirl? go ahead, make a mess over the one and oni, and i’ll fill you up until you can’t take it, kay? that’s a promise. you know i’m not the one to half-ass things babe? ;)”

dottore: listen. idk why 🤷🏻‍♀️ but i just feel like he loves to see you fuck yourself with a dildo just as his size while he is working. the sight of you naked, whimpering and moaning as it vibrates against you and kneeling down as the machine fucks you just right? idk -,-‘ just fits right. “sshh~ need to concentrate,” he smirks while putting the setting higher, watching your mouth agape at the feeling as you cup your mouth with your hands, trying your best to be obedient for him. “please- sir, i- wanna-” you whine, getting close to the edge again and watching the movements disappear. “no, don’t be filthy enough to cum with just anything, patience and i’ll reward you, got it?” and he does, with his own member shoved snug between your folds. ;)

pantalone: loves the cutesy and adorbs 🥰 position of the bench press :3 he loves shoving your legs up, locked beneath his arms as his cock hits all the right spots for you. “my god, angel. you sound breathtaking. come on, moan for me more, feel free to scream my name, okay? you are owned by the richest harbinger in snezhnaya. so put on a show for me darling,” he kisses your already sore nipples. (he likes to gently tug at em with his teeth okay?). he ensures you feel him deep, cockwarming you after making you cum and filling you up with his. he likes none of it to escape. “don’t you dare, let any of it go to waste. you got it sweetheart?” he gently; yet somehow intimidatingly cooes. you nod with a soft smile, blissful exhaustion all over your face as you hug him and cuddle him all night xx

childe: mirror sex, mirror fucking sex with doggy style. he loves to make you watch yourself, as your breasts jiggle with every thrust, just in front of the mirror. “god, you like that don’t you? like watching yourself? mm? why won’t you— you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, girlie,” he cooes, spanking your ass and tugging your hair. “look at that expression, you little painslut, do you like it that much huh?” his other, gloved hand is eager to stimulate your sensitive, swollen clit. (his fingeyz are LONG ok?) “mmngh~ childe- please! wan-” you are reduced to incoherent babbles, tears welling up your eyes from feeling oh so good. “go ahead lovely, go ahead my princess, come all over me,”

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explicitred · 10 months

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Pantalone's wallet is MY wallet

June 18, Post 14 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

Pantalone x Male Reader

Modern au?? I need more primos :c (even though i have 7k+ primos saved up, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH) second highest voted in Dottore's Headcanons poll

Pantalone and Baizhu though, sus 🤔

What?? ahahahah. YOU’RE POOR IN GENSHIN??

Worry not, this smiling banker man will pay :D

Sit back, relax, and enjoy the massive amount of primogems coming your way to gamble more on genshin impact 😎

Sighing in frustration, you looked at your C20 Keqing.

“I swear this cat lady has a crush on me, she’s been coming to me for 20 times in a row.”

Boredly looking at her splash art, you clicked on the screen, the next thing being The Bell.

(mm, yes. my favorite.)

After clicking again, the screen returned back to the summoning page. 159 Primogems left?! The pain.

Suddenly, Pantalone’s head peeks out above your chair, cutely curious about what you were doing and playing.

“Oh? You have… 159 of this star currency?” He spoke in a hushed tone, “Do you possibly think that’s enough for the beloved of Regrator, dearest?”

Cue the spending and drowning in 1m+ primogems

We eat, shower, and shi primogems. it's a good time.

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burnedwriter · 1 year

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i was listening to the song salvatore by lana del rey and i got this image in my my head of going at a fatui ball and having pantalone and dottore fighting over you👀, so here it is:

Warnings:slight suggestive,gender-neutral reader.

You were invited to a fatui celebration and as a higher up of your nation you were obligated to go.The guards greeting you as they open the door for you as you step in the huge ball room with hundreds of guest dancing to the sound of music with their partners but unlike you,you were all alone and with no date,so what better way to drown your sorrow and jealousy than to go to the bar ,you always wanted to try snesznaya’s special drink,firewater,as it was a strong beverege as some have described it,so it would do you just perfect in your case.

walking slowly to the bar,you noticed someone, a man marching towards your direction as he came closer to your field of view,immediatly realizing who it was,number nine of the fatui harbingers also know as pantalone.

‘‘Greetings....you must be Mr/Mrs Y/n,i’m glad you were able to join us,im pantalone,its truly a pleasure meeting you up close’‘leaning down a bit and taking a hold of your hand,pressing his lips against the front of it to kiss it,introducing himself in the process.

‘‘would you like to have this dance with me’‘he said,you nod in agreement as he went behind you,guiding you to the dance floor,his hands barely touching you,one hand touching your own while the other touched your waist,a bushful expression started to form on your face,as you felt like you were being set on fire as you looked up at the tall man that you were now dancing with.

As you enjoy your dance with pantalone,all of a sudden a man approached the two of you,now both you and pantalone turned to look at said man,from what you saw ,pantalone’s mouth twitched a bit in annoyance upon seeing who it was but immediatly returning to his usual soft smile not wanting to show that it bothered him.

‘‘Dottore,dont you have research to attend to?’‘pantalone said looking at the man,annoyance still in his voice.

‘‘I heard we have an important guest from another nation and of course,it would be rude not to introduce myself’‘he said,pulling you swiftly out of pantalone’s embrace to shake your hand.

‘‘Ah~You must be Mr/Mrs Y/n!im glad we are able to meet up close finally’‘dottore said now taking you all to himself and away from pantalone completly.

‘‘Did no one taught you how to share Dottore’‘pantalone exclaimed,even though he was smiling his annoyed tone said everything that needed to be said.You were squeezed between the two men as their silent rivaly became more obvious as both of them started to fight over you in subtle way on who deserves to take your hand to dance.

‘’how about this Dottore we take our ‘’guest’’ somewhere else.....and finish our rivaly once and for all hmm~,what do you think?’’pantalone asked turning to look at you for approval,his usual soft smile turning into a mischievious one,giving you small hints of what he had in mind.

With both you and Dottore nodding in agreement,the two men guiding you to a room the was upstairs,you really didnt know what you just got yourself into the only thing you knew was that you will not be able to walk for days.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #dottore x reader #pantalone x you #pantalone x reader #pantalone x y/n #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #dottore imagines #pantalone imagines #regrator x reader

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laurixs · 1 year

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۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

❕: masterlist

❗️: warnings: nsfw, sex, afab reader, fingering, overstimulation?? making out, orgasm denial.

“It will be only for one night and then you will have your money” Pantalone said not moving his gaze from the papers in his hand. If was official, you were fake dating with Regrator. The hall was big, more than you had expected. There were rich men everywhere with a woman on their side and you wondered what did these people think about you. When you and Pantalone were announced and the lights went down everyone was applausing. “It’s a pleasure to have you all here! Thank you for coming” the Regrator opened his party. Now everyone could do as they want. There were some people talking, some gossiping around, some drinking, some even dancing and then you saw a group of women talking and looking at you mischievously. When your eyes were locked with theirs they immediately stopped. You just had to stay with Pantalone right? Not really, he was staying with his friends, talking about economy, politics and other boring stuff. The night went on like this, and you were actually getting tired. You couldn’t do anything and you knew nobody. Pantalone noticed your boredom and ‘accidentally’ placed his hand on your thigh. Did he really do that? His hand was squeezing your thigh and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach. His hand travelled in your inner thigh, so close to your clit. The only thing that was separating him was the thin dress. You touched his hand putting it away and he glanced over you, you cheeks red from the situation plastered a smirk on his face. Now your were in his car, he was driving to get you home and you actually didn’t expect this night to go like this… But as long as you get your money. “You liked that, didn’t you?” He said, you tried to be confused knowing what he’s referring to “Yeah, the party was really good” You said trying to ignore the REAL subject. “I’m talking about something else and you know that” “Hm, no i don’t?” He then hummed. And again placed his hand on your thigh, squeezing. Moving then in your inner thigh while his gaze was focused on the road. His hand now covered you heat.

“I can feel you’re wet even through the dress love”

Funny how now you were making out messily. You hand in his hair and bumping into walls, kissing each other passionately. It didn’t took him long to chew your lower lip so he could have access to your mouth. You finally reached your appartment and both of you fell in the bed, you on top of him. You stopped the kiss and got off your dress and he unbuttoned his shirt. You started to attack his neck and you could feel it. His hard cock under your panties. He started whimpering, fuck. He got you by your arms and pushed you down, now HE was on top of you taking off your panties. “So wet for me” He teased, circling your clit. “M-stop teasing” He pushed a finger inside and you hold his strong biceps while closing your eyes slowly, pleasure filled up your body and then he added a second finger. You were moaning a mess, and he loved the look on your face. “Don’t cum” he said when he felt you clenching aroung his fingers. “W-what?!” You said desperately, you NEEDED to cum. “Not yet.” He said pulling his fingers out. He got rid of his uncomfortable pants and boxers and aligned his cock with your entrance collecting your wetness as lube and shoved his tip in. He let you adjust before he shoved his cock fully inside. His chest against yours, your legs over his shoulders and your hands gripping the sheets under you. You both were moaning so loudly. “Please let me cum” you let out a moan. “Cum pretty, cum on my cock” he said before kissing you. He felt you clench around him and moaned in the kiss. “Fuck” he whispered before kissing you again. And you could feel his cum inside you, painting your walls. Your legs were shaking a bit from all the pleasure. “I hope this wasn’t just a hook-up, you really mean something to me” He said, eyes half closed while looking into your eyes. You smiled.

#pantalone #pantalone smut #pantalone x reader #pantalone imagines #genshin impact smut #regrator smut #regrator x reader #smut

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i9eto · 2 years

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Oh lia, won’t you please write about getting pantalone’s gloves all messy because reader was being a little brat all day and he has her across his lap? and of course the spanking~

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i'm not even exaggerating i was giggling and tossing around on my bed when i got this request dkhfndhfndhfj also i'm sorry if this is kinda a flop I NEED TO WRITE MORE ugh

warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), pantalone x fem!reader, slight and i mean SLIGHT childe x reader, dom!pantalone, pantalone is mean, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation (he called you so many things i lost track)

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you could hear him tutting behind you, you could only imagine what his expression was behind you — with his little look of disapproval. his gloves were cold, but it was nothing compared to the metal rings he wore on his fingers. slender fingers rub gentle circles on your inner thigh as you try your best to stay put, he had your upper body laying down on his lap while also being on your knees as he sat comfortably on his arm chair.

it was unfair really, he had you lie down on him — completely naked — one strong hand holding you down so you wouldn’t move, while pantalone himself was fully clothed, even his gloves were still intact to him.

“one night, darling,” he paused, his hand sliding further up to your bare ass, albeit slowly, “one night is all i ask for you to behave, and you can’t even fulfil that.” he sighed, your body slightly jolting as his cold hand rested against your ass, you felt incredibly bare out of a sudden, but you didn’t dare to complain — too scared that it would annoy him. you pissed him off enough. “in front of everyone else too, you’ve put shame on my name, you know that?” you let out a shocked gasp when you felt his hand giving your ass a harsh slap.

“what’s wrong? don’t like it?” he asked, feigning concern for your wellbeing. you didn’t answer, your eyes remained glued to the wall in front of you. you knew you had gone a little too far at his dinner party, purposely dancing and getting touchy with his colleagues in front of him. sure, you wanted his attention so badly, but you didn’t expect him to be so furious at the sight of you and — what was his name again? — childe? dancing together. it wasn’t even intimate, but who knew childe would be pantalone’s limit.

another harsh slap landed on your ass again, you let out a yelp, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from whining as you knew he wouldn’t like it. “i asked you a question, y/n. or have you turned into a dumb little whore for that pathetic man?” his free hand grabbed you by your hair, forcing your back to arch against him. your nipples slightly grazing over his thigh. “n-no… it hurts,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper. “it hurts?” he scoffed, his grip on your hair tightened. you let out a soft moan that you wished he didn’t hear.

without warning, pantalone inserted two fingers into your cunt, the cold metal of his ring hitting your walls just slightly, but enough to let a louder moan out of you — “there we go, let me hear your moans, darling, don’t be so shy.” he was pleased to hear you moan, your sweet, sweet voice, moaning just for him. it felt like an achievement for him somehow. “you’re so wet, love, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? how could you lie to me?” he asked, removing his fingers from your cunt, making you clench around nothing. you wanted to move back to grind against them, but he held you in place.

he brought his fingers to your face for you to look, your slick glistened against the dark colours of his gloves. “answer.” he commanded, and you immediately shook your head as much as he allowed you through the grip he had on your hair. “i-i swear! i would never lie to you,” you said, you moved your head slightly to look him in the eyes, to let him know that you were being truthful.

the way your eyes lit up as he looked at you earned yourself a small smile from him, even in the midst of his anger, he couldn’t resist how adorable you look like whenever you give him that pleading look of yours.

“then…” he trailed off, eyeing the curves of your naked body, “since this isn’t enjoyable for you, i’d better not see you cum.” you were confused with his order at first, but the confusion immediately went away when you felt his fingers shoving deep inside your cunt, and the cold metal rings once again brushing against your sensitive walls. you bit your lips to prevent yourself from moaning, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this after all.

he spread his fingers slowly in you, stretching you out but with a pace so slow you wished you could just fuck yourself on his fingers. you could hear him humming as he pulled his fingers all the way out, the metal once again grazing against you, making your back arch against him, pantalone gave you a knowing look, his fingers then being shoved, knuckles deep inside you.

your eyes shut closed as you made do with the amount of friction he allowed you to feel, it wasn’t what you wanted — what you needed — but it wasn’t frustrating. his long fingers were hitting deep in you that you could only wish you were able to hit with your own fingers. pantalone would feel nice once in a while as he curled his fingers in your cunt, hitting the spongy spot that made you call out his name in pleasure.

“you like that, darling?” he asked, curling his fingers once again, you let out a helpless moan, nodding your head, “yes, yes, fuck, it feels so good,” you blabbered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. he quickened his pace, not forgetting to insert in a third finger into your already stuffed cunt. you whined, gripping the end of the armchair for support.

the feeling of his gloved fingers buried so deep in your cunt made your head spin, it made you forget entirely just how displeased he was with you mere minutes ago. your hips started grinding against his fingers for more friction, you didn’t care how needy you looked in his eyes, you were just so desperate for him. pantalone let you enjoy yourself, watching how you desperately fuck yourself against his fingers. to say the very least, it amused him.

“mm, don’t stop, sweetheart,” he grunted, helping you out as he increased his pace again, pulling his fingers out before shoving them knuckles deep in you in a split second, his fingers grazing against your sloppy cunt so nicely. his thumb rubbed against your clit gently at first, but it only lasted for a second before he started rubbing harsh circles onto it, forcing a squeal out of you as you quickly realised it was all too much for you to handle.

your body jolted from how sensitive you felt from his fingers absolutely ruining you, ultimately making you stop moving as you tried to focus on handling all the stimulation pantalone was giving you. your movements halting didn’t go unnoticed by him, there was a smirk on his face as he realised you were getting close. “you’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered, there was malice in his intonation, but your head was so clouded that all you could do was be honest with him. nodding your head to him as you desperately try to look at him.

his fingers were pressing against the spot that you needed him most multiple times that your eyes started to roll back, your head solely focusing on how good he was fucking you with just his fingers. the inconsistency of his pace as his thumb rubbed against your clit, and how he was harshly shoving all three fingers into your cunt before pulling them all the way out just to shove them in again, you were in a trance.

“god, i-” you choked out, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, “i’m so close, i’m– i’m gonna cum!” you exclaimed, your back arching, your eyes rolling back as you desperately gripped onto the armchair for support.

then, you felt his fingers stopping. you didn’t even have the time to process what had happened before a hard slap landed on your ass again, leaving a croaked gasp out of you. and again, you hear pantalone tutting behind you. before you could even say anything, another slap landed on the same spot, making you cry out.

“you bratty bitch,” he paused, and then another slap. “lying to me, breaking promises,” another slap, “dancing with tartaglia – of all people.” slap, “i’m disappointed in you.” he sighed, followed by another slap, you couldn’t handle it anymore, the sting was too much for you as tears started streaming down your face, one hand tried to weakly hold his hand still. “p-please, no more…” your voice meek as you tried to pathetically beg.

pantalone grabbed your wrist before swatting it away, “quiet.” his voice was stern, “it h-hurts,” you sobbed as you felt him gently caress your ass at the spot where it stung the most. but before you could even begin to appreciate his gentleness, he gave you another harsh slap. you cried out his name, apologising over and over again. his spankings were unbearably strong, he really was angry with you. “i said quiet, you brat.” and another slap.

“you tell me to stop, yet you yourself aren’t tapping out.” he muttered, his palm leaving your bare ass and back to your cunt, a finger flicking you from your hole to your clit, making you gasp. “you tell me to stop, yet you proceed to make my glove messy from how wet you’ve gotten from the spankings alone.” pantalone brought his fingers to your view once again, this time to taunt you.

he caressed your cheek suddenly, and lovingly. your face instinctively gave in to his touch, “since you love acting like a slut, how about i record you for tartaglia to see, hmm?” he had an evil smile on him, and you knew he meant what he was saying. “you’d love for him to see how much of a needy bitch you are, wouldn’t you?” he continued.

you shook your head, your eyes watering again, “no, please, i only want you,” you choked out; it was the truth this time. you meant every word. pantalone didn’t quite care about what you had to say — hell, he was already getting hard from the thought of humiliating you.

he got you off of his lap, his hand travelled down to his pants, unzipping it to take it off, “we’ll see.” he smiled. your body was sore from the spanks he gave you — but seeing just how hard his cock was, you knew pantalone wouldn’t care. “if you please me good enough, i’ll reconsider sending this to tartaglia.” he gave you a smile, patting your cheek.

#okko.nsfw #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin impact pantalone #pantalone genshin #pantalone imagines #pantalone scenarios #pantalone smut #childe x reader #lia.gi

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honeykaes · 1 year

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—𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✦ yandere!pantalone x reader

✦ w/c: 1.9k

✦ warning: dark content, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: gn!reader, yandere, manipulation, financial manipulation, implied stalking, power imbalances, pantalone uses "songbird" "darling" "doll", reader is a jazz singer in fontaine, may not be lore accurate to fontaine/liyue, morax x guizhong stuff,unedited

Your eyes dulled looking at the red curtain hiding your gaze from the audience. The feeling of shame and disappointment rushing through you. Your nails buried into the pulpy flesh on your hands, lips tugging your lip. Oh, how you were tired of the hustle of downtown. The number of people you had seen shooting up in the park you once adored as a child was astounding. People didn’t flinch if they saw a dead body in an alleyway. Your eyes always saw those bloodstains on the concrete walking around in the area—everyone around you so desperate to forget. This place was the no man’s land no hero would come to.

Your hand shifted to the flower in your hair, gripping the plastic tightly. Things didn’t grow in the area anymore—the pollution from Fontaine’s growing industrial movement had tainted the natural life.

You had grown accustomed to the thick smog covering the area, filling your lungs with heavy toxic smoke. It wasn’t as though you could leave anymore—money was tight as it is when it wasn’t being scooped by the club owner you were singing for. It’s not like you could go work for most places anyway claiming people would think its a tourist spot since you’re a foreigner—bullshit like that.

“Hey doll, come on...we’re about to start. Stop daydreaming,” a familiar voice shouted. Your eyes snapped back, turning your head to the pianist. He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by your doeful expression. The cracks of his knuckles as he prepared to play caused you to turn back to the opening curtains. Once the curtains were pushed back, the bright spotlight illuminated on your skin.

Watchful eyes, looked upon your form as you steadied your microphone. It was as you expected—low-time criminals and crime bosses. Your eyes even settled by the copious amounts of Fatui in the audience. The foreigners had tried profiting from the slums of Fontaine.

You resisted the spiteful laugh in your chest. You were used to criminals coming in here. All the previous jazz partakers left once the crime edged up and the heroes did nothing about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you would’ve left too if you could.

“You had plenty money, 1922. You let other women make a fool of you…” you sang out to the crowd. You hated the stares—feeling the visitors undress you with your eyes. It was always so intense, never subtle. The intensity burns right through your skin.

“Why don't you do right, like some other men do?” you continued. Your eyes paused staring at two men within the club—a pair of blood-red eyes sneering upon your form, the other filled with an unreadable expression. The man with the amethyst glowing eyes winked, leaning into the table further—a smile creeping on his flawless pale face. Silver-rimmed glinted mischievously at you, his gaze solely on you.

The suit he was wearing told you everything you needed to know about him—he had mora and lots of it. He was a big-time criminal within the area. His associate, with baby blue long wavy hair, skin pale must be as well.

But with the copious amount of Fatui agents in here…it would be reasonable to assume that these two men were their bosses.

Were these the Harbingers that you’d heard about? You had heard the whispers throughout the streets of the Harbingers, so powerful they could rival some archons. No one who the members were or at least remained quiet on the subject. The name brought a chill to anyone within this area. It was said they had some of the most powerful connections—they can do anything, and no one would bat an eye.

“Get out of here, make me some money too,” you sang out. It didn’t matter who they were anyway. You didn’t need to get involved. Why would they be interested in a jazz singer in Fontaine anyway? You continued your song, trying not to feel the gaze of the two men. They felt much more intense than the rest of their eyes. If the patrons’ gazes were considered hot; these two men’s gazes were hellfire itself.

Once you finished your song, a roar of applause echoed through the room. You smiled, waving your hand out pretending as you liked it—pretending that the thrill of music hadn’t died when everything went to shit in this neighborhood. The curtains closed and you sighed, lips immediately formed in a tight line.

You headed to your dressing room and smiled. A glaze lily stood on your vanity mirror—a beautiful symbol of Liyue, whose sweet fragrance wafted through your room. Whenever you sang and returned, it would always be there greeting you. What was the most fascinating part is you could feel the softness of the petals. They were always real, just like your memories told you. You took the plastic rose off placing it beside the lily next to you, gazing at its ethereal beauty.

You’d always admired glaze lilies, hearing the stories of their origins of Liyue. It said that the archon’s beloved admired these flowers before she perished. As beautiful as they were, natural ones in the wild were rare. Liyue locals considered this flower as a symbol of eternal love but an unattainable one.

You suspected someone within the club had been doing this, not a lot of people had access to your dressing room anyway.

“Unattainable love...it doesn’t have to be that way,” you whispered out, petals brushing your lips. You had hoped this admirer was similar to you—dreaming of a different life. It was silly and made you feel like a child, but dreaming about being whisked away by someone you loved always struck a chord with you. It returned the innocence of childhood in your unhappy life.

BOOM

The sudden noise made you gasp, head shooting towards the direction of the noise. Your eyes narrowed towards the wardrobe, walking slowly to it. You weren’t a fool, an animal couldn’t make a noise like that.

“(Y/n)! Hurry up! Your shift is up. The next singer needs the dressing room,” a voice yelled out on the other side of the dressing room door. You sighed shouting a curt apology to the person, walking away from your wardrobe. You grabbed your black coat and covered your tight outfit with the lily in your hands as you walked out.

A cool breeze greeted you, walking into the night. It was relatively quiet out here as opposed to the loud club behind you. A sigh escaped your lips, a puff of visible air floating up. The clicks from your shoes echoed throughout the area, eyes scouring out for anything suspicious in the area. Taking another deep breath, you could feel your anxiety peaking into your system. Did that noise truly startle you that much?

“Well, well. It seems my night is getting better and better. I get to see my lovely little doll,” a deep chuckled echoed. Emerging from the shadows of the alleyway was the man from before, eyes closed to hide that intense look he once shared with you. His hands were placed in his pocket, a smirk dancing on his thin lips. You took a step back, eyebrows furrowing from his confession. He put his hands up, chuckling at your form.

“Aww, aren’t you adorable. Don’t worry...I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to talk to the star of the evening,” he responded. Your breaths began to pick up, shifting your body due to your discomfort. You’re eyes looked toward him, peaking at any sort of way to get out of talking to him. If your suspicions were correct and he was in the League, you were in danger.

“I’m sorry I really need to get home—” The man clicked his tongue, a half-laugh emitting from his lips.

“Ah, ah! In such a rush now? I figured you’d be a lot more respectful than this. I mean trying to anger Harbinger? I wonder how Dottore would react?” the man teased. Your eye blew wide, back straightening. The image of those red eyes reverberated in your mind. Was that him? The man walked closer, the clicks of his boot echoing out. He leaned down, gloved hand gently touching the skin on your face.

You wanted to throw up, you wanted to leave. How was this happening?

“...I thought you wanted to meet, huh? I mean I’ve given you that flower for the past few months, catching all of your shows. To hear you finally wanted to meet me, I mean how could I resist?” he whispered into your ear. A violent surge of disgust and rage surged through you as you pushed him away. He grunted taking a few steps back from your push before laughing. The laugh echoed as he put his hand on his face to try to calm himself.

“I didn’t know you also had a feisty side, doll. And to think, I didn’t think you could get cuter in my eyes,” he chuckled. You clenched your jaw, fist tightly formed in a ball.

“If you ever get close to me, I’m calling the police!” you shouted. The man clicked his tongue once more, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m sure they’ll be so eager to help, hm? They are seeing a generous donation from me though,” he cooed. Your scowled faltered as helplessness began settling in.

“Desperate times have fallen over many people in Fontaine. I don’t think even justice and triumph over mora. Besides, I’d hate to start off on a bad foot, you’re going to start seeing a lot more of me; I’m going to be your new boss anyway,” he confessed. All the anger left you, the feeling of fear replacing it. The man grabbed a pipe in his large pocket, as a Fatui agent emerged from the ground lighting the pipe with his glowing delusion. He sucked a breath in with a smile before blowing it out, finally opening his eyes once more as the agent disappeared.

He wasn’t smoking for the fun of it.

He was showing off the power he had over people.

Mora, something the God of Contracts, Morax, created. You wondered if he would care about the corruption that came from commerce. He could have people in the palm of his hands from just how much money he had over them. And now, you’d be no different—singing softly there, hoping he wouldn’t clasp his hands together and finally destroy you.

He took a quick drag of his pipe and exhaled the smoke. He lowered his eyes at you, satisfied by your expression.

“As much as I’d love to continue and spoil you a bit, as I’d love to buy you a new outfit for your show tomorrow…more colleague is probably growing listless in my absence. My best advice for you is never make Dottore wait long, that man has no patience,” he sighed with a chuckle, closing his eyes one more time. The mischief appearance he once had vanished to one of annoyance. He turned his back to you, showing off his long, wavy raven hair.

“My songbird, please refer to me as Pantalone. I expect you to remember it when I see you, again,” he announced. In front of him, a deep purple mist began forming a circle. Pantalone began to walk forward. He turned his head back, flashing a cruel grin before the amethyst mist left entirely.

You stood there alone body shaking. Your knees gave into fear, leaving you crashing onto the concrete sidewalk. You placed your hands onto your trembling face, sweat beginning to develop as tears dripped down your face.

Pantalone was the devil incarnate that you were so seduced by this whole time. You woke up from the innocent fairytale you hoped for, only to remember exactly where you were.

In a nightmarish hellscape.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #pantalone x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere pantalone #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #pantalone scenarios #pantalone headcanons #pantalone imagines #tw yandere

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kahidlaws · 2 years

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literally cooked this up during coding class im so sorry

tw: sexual content, unedited ramblings so dont expect a grand piece

pantalone would buy a crate full of (very expensive) dildos/vibrators just for you to use it on him.

ik people want him to ruin us but frankly, i want to ruin him. make his bougie-ass sore and financially adept legs to give out each time he remembers how you plowed his tight hole with the 8-inch long and 3-inch wide, navy blue dildo with glowing blue veins and a flared base that he personally commissioned just for you to use it on him. i want to see this conniving regrator buckle down on his knees for you to shove another commissioned dildo down his throat.

he wants you to ride on his face, doesnt matter if you have a dick or a pussy, make a fucking mess on his face. ruin his visage, ruin his glasses, because this fucking whore would keep the glasses that were made a mess from your session inside a special case because he can. while his philosophy states he could always buy more pairs, he can’t help the... sentimental value his ruined glasses has.

dont get him the wrong way, it’s not that he’s a sub (he’s very much capable of returning the mess that you’ve brought upon him), it’s the thought that you are the only one who sees the scheming regrator flushed red and covered with his own cum. it’s the thought that his image is now burned into your memory and he can’t help the shiver down his spine when he realizes that that image of his is burned into your mind. finally, a legacy that he’s enacted without any outside help.

oh, but besides that, he loves to have all things, so don’t be embarrassed to use this current batch of toys that he purchased. after all, even though he has expensive tastes, he makes sure to use it all up to the fullest.

#genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin impact imagines #pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone imagines #im down bad but not in the way that you think #i want to ruin this man!!! i want him to cry through his glasses!!#if it were possible to have paper mora i would smack him with that too!!#fucking on a pile of (paper) mora......... most bougie fucking

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shanieveh · 7 months

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to all the boys i've loved before !

— genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent

he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche

His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANY—

"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."

Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.

teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,

"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"

He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.

And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.

becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano

When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?

He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?

"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.

thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley

Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.

The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.

"See you at 5, sweetheart."

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cyxnidx · 5 months

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Y'TASTE SO SWEET !

characters: Tartaglia, Dottore, Pantalone, Wriothesley, Neuvillette

contents: vampire!reader, blood play, marking maybe, slight masochism, nicknames (sweetheart & baby in childe's, darling in neuvillette & pantalones.) neuvi's is a little smutty. (all of them are but his is a little more.)

a/n: THIS TROPE SENDS ME INTO ORBIT EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

"ay, sweetheart?" childe calls out to you, waving a hand in front of your face. "you alright?" he asks, not noticing how you quietly kiss at your teeth. you look at him for a moment, eyes almost putting him into a trance-like state while you move slowly, placing yourself into his lap. you run your fingers along his face, and down the nape of his neck, lips following soon after. chuckling lightly, he speaks slowly. "y'hungry, hmm?" he hums, a choked groan coming next when he feels your teeth poke into the side of his neck. you close your eyes, drinking each drop as needed while his hands instead stay on your hips and waist, lightly tracing shapes into your soft skin. soon enough, he feels you bite down harsher, harder and impossibly deeper, earning a bunch of strained curses from him. "fuckfuckfuckfuck, baby-" he hisses softly. "gentle, gentle." he reminds, rubbing your back gently. meanwhile, he felt the once spacious area in his pants get tighter by the second.

a giggling mess, dottore grips your hair tightly, eyes practically rolling to the back of his skull as you drink his blood from him. he can't help but push your head further, adorning the feeling of you drinking from him. he closes his eyes, honing in on the feeling of you sucking the blood out of him. which, compared to your traditional, 'mad-scientist and sadistic' dottore, was quite a surprise what he said next. "harder. bite me harder, fuck-" he mumbles softly. doing as he said, you sunk your teeth ever deeper into his neck, adorning the next few low moans and groans he gave. though, you released soon after, dragging your tongue over the now bleeding-out holes on his neck. "y'know, for somebody like you, you taste quite sweet." you tell him, running your tongue over your teeth gently. "why'd you stop?" dottore frowned, for the first time you've ever think you've seen him. "keep going." he tempted. "if i keep drinking from you without giving you breaks, you'll die dottore." you tell him, pinching the bridge of your nose before preparing to get off from his lap. though, two pairs of larger hands keep you on his lap, pressing his erection into you. "keep going, damn it."

wincing slightly, pantalone couldn't ignore the stinging feeling on his forearm. looking over, he couldn't help but slightly smile when he saw you pressing your mouth into his muscle, blood slightly spilling out the sides. "why, hello darling." he says calmly, enjoying the current sight of you indulging yourself in his blood, almost like a snack. you take a few more gulps before moving, licking the rest of the blood off. "so sweet.." you'd mumble, smiling when pantalone presses a kiss to your forehead. "i'm glad you enjoy it, darling."

wriothesley can't help but groan quietly when you decided to push him into an empty room of the palace and roughly bite into him. you take in his blood, ignoring the way he continues to hiss at the sudden stabbing feeling as blood courses from his neck and into your mouth. "fuck- arent you supposed to be helpin' neuvillette with papers or somethin'?" he asks meekly, a shocked moan erupting from his throat when you bite down. he understood it was a sign for him that he should probably shut up and let you have a bit of a snack, but he can never quite leave you alone. "oh, c'mon." he teases, "g'na have to bite harder if you want the right response-" and before he could properly finish his sentence, his statement turned into repeated curses when you clamped down harder. "aalright, i get it.." he mumbles, craning his head back further as a way to let you have more access.

"please don't stop." you heard the man under you whimper. in one hand, you had his cock, stroking him at a steady pace. and the other, was holding you up over him as you drank his blood. the stimulation of pleasure, paired with a bit of pain, always intrigued neuvillette to an extent. but never did he think he'd get to experience it. "keep going, please, ohmygod, fuck." he'd whine, bucking his hips into your fist as you bit down harder into his neck. "y'so good t'me, darling," he praises, hand coming up to tangle his fingers in your hair. bucking a few more times, he cums all over your fist, head falling back as he still held you to his neck. "thank you," he mumbles softly, grip softening from your hair, falling limp. he closes his eyes softly, slipping into sleep due to the lack of blood and overwhelming sensation tiring him out.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Genshin Men when Someone Notices Lipstick Marks

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Kaveh, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, being flustered, teasing, bragging, lipstick marks

A/N: The only way you'd get me to wear lipstick tbh.

TRIES TO HIDE IT - Pantalone, Kaveh, Zhongli

He would glare at whoever pointed it out, partially embaressed and partially grateful that it was pointed out so he could hide it. In friendly company he wouldn't mind this happening but when he's in a more professional setting they don't want it to be visible. In the future if you want to leave marks on him when before he goes to work make sure it's in places he can cover up.

BRAGS ABOUT IT - Kaeya, Itto, Dottore, Wriothesley

Doesn't deny that he has it, rather he pulls his clothes further down so the person who pointed it out, and everyone who sees him can guess what he was doing with you minutes before. Won't say anything in detail, he thinks it's funnier that way. He will almost point it out to people because he thinks they should all know what a good time he has with you.

WANTS TO GET MORE - Diluc, Childe, Neuvillette

As soon as he notices it too he thanks the person who noticed it first and runs right back to you. No matter what you're currently in the middle of he will drag you into a private area where he will, very seriously, ask for you to leave more lipstick marks on him. Anywhere is fine but he would prefer them on places people can see so he can wear them with pride.

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uvuyai · 19 days

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Men who use their legs to keep you spread open while they finger you☺️(this is my [short] apology letter for my april fools joke😓) this was based off some chilumi nsfw i found on X. I'll link it later!

Tag ~ fingering, fem!reader(no pronouns),, overstimulation, squirting, mating press, no sex but implied at the end, eating outz, size difference, tit slapping + nipple play,

The way he just snaps you into position with your legs bent away to your shoulders beneath their legs. The way they pumps and ruthlessly thrusts their fingers into your clenching hole, sending you sky high into a bursting orgasm. The tears and drool running down your face says it all. Your trembling hands clenching the thigh of his pants.

You try your hardest to wriggle your way out of his tight leg lock but they're not letting you go till he's finished with you. You've come for the nth time of the day. your mewls, whines, and moans getting high on pitch every waking second. They like seeing you like this; all spread out, puffy pussy sucking their fingers in, eyes rolling up to heaven, and the sweet juices you squirted out onto their hand.

He leans down and licks a stripe of your cunt, you immediately jump from the sudden change of roughness. They tweak and suck at your clit. Their tongue licking long and forceful stripes of your pussy. Their nose pokes at your clit from time to time. Your tongue hanging out of your mouth and tilting your head to the side to hopefully avoid neck pain. You let out a sharp moan and gasp as you felt yourself wet their hand. Your toes curled at the erupting feeling. You are nearly embarrassed about how you've wet yourself. They raise themselves back up to look back at the mess they've made beneath them. That mess being you. Your eyes are so close to closing as you let out soft and quiet pleas for no more.

But as I've said before; he's not stopping now.

One more time at least baby is what they say and they slide their fingers back into you, immediately curling up into that spot he knows like the back of his palm. Their other hand slams down onto your tits, tweaking them in the process. You're so cute they think as they see you trying to escape his leg prison once again. They give you a hearty chuckle and a teasing smirk. Your eyes try to ultimately focus on them but he doesn't stop pumping his fingers into you. Poor thing, it was only 15 minutes in, but it must've felt like eternity for you. Which you hope was the last of, you clenched your teeth and let out a gut bursting orgasm.

He gets up and flips you onto your stomach and removes the rest of your clothes along with his. They aligned his thick, long cock to your sensitive hole. Oh boy, this was gonna be a long day or night for you.

The characters i think: Zhongli, blade, childe, Kaeya, Boothill, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Diluc, Wriothesley, Jing Yuan, Pantalone, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Sunday, and you favs!

DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY POST W/O PERMISSION. DO NOT COPY MY LAYOUT. YOU MAY TAKE INSPIRATION BUT MAKE SURE TO CREDIT ME.

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hunnieknight · 1 year

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"The Rooster's Little Chick" (+Art)

You are Pulcinella's precious grandchild. The Rooster brings you-the little chick- out of the coop to his field, and of course, he regrets it. A continue from this

GN! Reader, all Harbinger except Signora and Scaramouche, timeline after signora's funeral and before Sumeru event, mention of Signora's death and Scara's betrayal, reader is called using 'Master' by Pulcinella's underlings, age-gap , bit of comedic/crack, hints of yandere, borderline possessive, implied stalking and obsessive behaviour.

Note : Pulcinella able to control cryo in this hc. I DO NOT SPEAK RUSSIAN

Series II Series III

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Hatching

Pulcinella thought you both can bond together as grandpa-grandchild after this meeting. So he just asked you to pick him up while making sure you got his fatui emblem and his feather so you can get past the soldiers.

Pulcinella thought since you are so normal and regular, he can let the other Harbingers see you eye-to-eye.

Boy, for years working with them...he should've known.

You caught their eyes at first glance, but not because they are smitten, their dirty side of sick curiosity and pure dominance is what drove them to you.

What? you think because you are Pulcinella's precious grandchild they gonna treat you better? No no no, you are merely a blood child from their co-worker. They are going to treat you nicely only in front of your grandpa. Behind him? You are a little plaything, little baby chicken away from its protective rooster.

But Pulcinella knows. He knows his co-workers are psychos.

So as a good grandpa, he didn't hesitate to THREATEN the others if they hurt you in any way possible. Showed off his cryo power, he will make sure being frozen to death is the kindest mercy they will ever get if you got hurt.

First Chirp

It "tamed" the others, but not enough to make them back off. They are all curious and truth-seeker at heart.

Pulcinella never gave them your name, Keeping his mouth shut and only calling you "child" or "kid" whenever the others were with him. He makes sure the only information they know about you is you are his grandchild.

Once they eavesdrop and heard how you are "an adult and can take care of yourselves around his co-workers". You can bet those who eavesdrop just giggle and smirk hearing your statement.

But one day a mistake happened, after a meeting, when Childe is the first one to leave the room, his eyes widened in excitement to see you waiting outside the meeting room.

Gloved hands fidgeting with the bag with a Pyro Agent sharing his warmth with you using his pyro delusion. Your head is tucked under the cover of a fluffy hat with Pulcinella's feather, your mouth is hidden behind a scarf, and your red nose and cheek caused by the harsh cold of Snezhaya make you more eye-catching and interesting to him.

The Agent has spilt your name accidentally whilst Childe approaches you. "Master {Name}, would you like me to bring you a spare coat instead?". Both of you didn't realise Childe coming closer, Childe's heart jumped out of his chest after learning your name.

"So your name is {Name}!!!" Childe's loud voice booms around the hall into the meeting room where everyone's still packing their stuff. He smirked towards the meeting room door aaaanddd- "Childe..." there you go. He can't see it but he felt the disappointment in Pulcinella's eyes, hidden by his glasses.

Pulcinella who still standing by the door frame can feel the excitement from the meeting room. His sharp eyes stared at Childe who still smirking and slowly approaching you who froze at the loud call of your name. Now they know your name.

First Flap

Their behaviours are like a paradox. Whatever their doing is always the opposite of their reason. Are you... supposed to feel afraid because they are your grandpa's co-workers...or you supposed to feel frightened because they are THE HARBINGERS.

Huh? What do you mean they are invading your personal time? They just want to make sure there is no betrayal -like one from their own- from Pulcinella's side you know? Just to be safe.

They are not being pushy, they just want their co-worker's sweet grandchild to be safe. They just recently lost someone too not that they care ofc.

Hiding you away is unnecessary and telling you to not pick him up again has shown to be a futile attempt. When your grandpa told you to not go to the Palace, he found you being pampered in the palace hall by Childe who casually just said he invited you to the Palace. He didn't invite you, he stole you. Pulcinella tried to put one or three agents to cover you, but knowing his co-worker, they will not hesitate to deck Pulcinella's soldier just to get to you.

Sometimes you are just a toy. Finding where you are hiding is now a favourite game of theirs, where are you after meeting? Will you be outside the door waiting for your grandpa? Will you be in his office instead all tucked up warming yourself? Will you be in the garden hidden by the white bushes? Or you are in the library busy with books?.

A little chicken hid away in this harsh cold field. The Rooster? Of course, wouldn't hesitate to claw the "eagles" who trying to scoop you up.

Childe felt like he is the most worthy of you. You are not far off from his age and he feels like he has the responsibility of taking care of you as a payment to Pulcinella for taking care of his family. He is the only Harbingers who can interact with you outside the Palace but not for long. Considering he is a debt collector which forces him to travel, of course, he made sure to bring you a souvenir from any nation he visited.

Dottore is one of Harbingers who actively seeking you out. But not directly, he will order his underlings to check if you are in the Palace by yourself. If yes, he will tell them to whisk you away to his lab keeping you to himself. Often ended with Pulcinella having to directly pick you up from Dottore and checked your body for any injuries. Considering he is more hands-on in his experiment.

Pantalone and Sandrone have different approaches. You often found presents sent to your home. From a very fancy scarf and pieces of jewellery to some toys and plushies to really high-quality gadgets. Your grandpa often told you to just throw it away in fear they put some kind of tracking or camera to spy on you.

Columbina is also one of the hands-on when it comes to you. She often whisks you away after meeting, knowing you will be waiting for your grandpa. Of course, she has to race with Childe, seeing Childe just shot up from his seat whenever Pierro ended the meeting. Funny how instead of your own grandpa, it's his co-workers who are more excited to play with you.

Huh, Arlecchino just passed by you, completely ignoring you besides a simple glance. Is she not interested in you? Well, that is good, you heard from Childe she dislikes the businessmen Pulcinella and Pantalone. Either way, you can relax around- Huh...is it you or it seem like you see Fatuis agents a lot in your area now?

Speaking of Pierro and Capitano, they both are so conflicted with themselves. They know that compared to you, they are ANCIENT. The age gap and the generation gap are vast. They will have a crisis because it is their workmate's grandchild. Aren't they supposed to be your second grandpa instead? No no no, that won't do at all. They need to make sure they will be the second in command to take care of you if Pulcinella is away.

PULCINELLA DOES NOT TRUST ANYONE AT ALL.

#harbingers x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #imaginedraw #genshin art #genshin imagines #lol how do i tag these #omg this is taking a long time wtf #genshin x male reader #childe x reader #pantalone x reader #im tired to tag everyone #dottore x reader #columbina x reader

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yandere-daydreams · 9 months

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Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's introduced to you as the hybrid you'll be taking care. When you found the job listed on some shady, bot-infested site, you figured it was just a temporary gig, that you'd be watching a dog or cat for a few weeks while their owner was away, so imagine your surprise when you pulled up to a reputable mansion a good hour or so out of the city, when an eccentric man with blue hair and an off-putting grin brings you to the lavish enclosure of a hybrid nearly a head taller than you, when you're told that you'll be 'petsitting' his kitten for as long as you care to hold the position. It's weird, but the money's good, and room and board are provided. You can't really afford to turn it down.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's undeniably, unabashedly spoiled. His owner claims that he tried to replicate his natural habitat as closely as possible, but you don't think there's another snow leopard on the planet who prefers mink fur to his own. You spend most of your time waiting on him, running between Pantalone and his legion of personal chefs, holding sapphires and rubies up to the light so he can decide which one he'd rather have studded into his next collar, combing through his thick black hair while he purrs and basks in your attention. It's a surprisingly demanding job, but you don't mind. He's smart for a hybrid, and surprisingly conversational. Honestly, if it wasn't for the thrashing tail that curls around your legs whenever he passes you, the pointed fangs you catch a glimpse of from time to time, you could forget he wasn't human.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who tells you there's been a change in uniform a month after you start. This variation is definitely less conservative than your old scrubs, more in-line with his own blatant aesthetic values, but you don't complain, even when he starts swapping out his crushed velvet pillows for your lap. He's still a hybrid, no matter how human he might act. You're sure he doesn't see your exposed skin as anything but... something warm and soft to rest his head on, when he's looking for someplace to nap.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who grins as he tells you why his owner is always so busy. He's a researcher, he explains, as you file down his claws for the tenth time that week. He studies hybrid mating habits. His tone is enough to make you blush, and he laughs as you stumble over your response. He goes on to talk at length about his owner's particular fascination with snow leopards, how their pickiness when it comes to choosing a partner makes them a point of interest, but you write it off as a lapse in his otherwise perfect etiquette. You manage to do the same when you find out that he's been slipping into your personal room at night, and when he openly sulks in the days leading up to one of your rare vacations. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering none of the other, more legitimate jobs you've applied for have given you so much as a call back. It's not like you have much of a choice, considering how many weeks it's been since you've heard from anyone at all.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's already above you when you woke up strapped to a metal table, your legs spread and your vision dim around the edges.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who smiles as he thrusts into you, his favorite fur coat draped over his shoulders and his expression one of idle amusement. There's a mirror built into one wall (an observational window, obviously), and a heap of silk sheets and fleece piled in a corner, but Pantalone's quick to catch your chin, to draw your attention back to him - to your mate.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always been so, so spoiled.

Snow Leopard!Pantalone, who's always gotten what he wanted - including his brand new human mate.

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