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tflaw · 2 years

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— THE HANDMAIDEN.

In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the Harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.

⋆ ࣪.* ࣪.⋆ f!reader. undertones of yandere. unprotected sex. power play. a hint of dark content so be wary! further warnings are written on each character’s part! not proofread.

PIERRO + breeding kink. lots of cum. unprotected.

it was the jester who first deemed a handmaiden like you worthy of attention. from simply picking you out in the throng of retainers in zapolyarny palace to exchanging curt greetings whenever you serve him tea, your existence slowly took shape in his mind. it was but a mere dot until he molded it into something bigger than yourself: he offered you status in exchange for fucking your pussy raw.

whenever pierro ruts into you ruthlessly, you think of it as his personal goal. the goal of needing to puff up your cunt with his fresh cum once his cock and balls begin to swell. pierro folds you in positions that give him access to your womb, where he dumps fat amount of cum after fat amount of cum. doing so much as pinning his balls to your folds and plugging your hole with his sheer size, pierro is adamant about not spilling a drop. and when your pussy does leak, he takes it upon himself to stuff you with another load double the amount of what you spilled.

some nights while you lay on his chest and with courage flickering like an ember in your heart, the urge to ask him why tips your tongue. but before your curiosity could materialize into verbal words, you would be reminded of where he truly hailed and what the circumstances are of said land. perhaps pierro fucks you with a need to get you pregnant as one way to spread his khaenri’ahn blood.

CAPITANO + womb fucking. in new york’s voice i know his dick big— i know it. size kink.

capitano thinks of you as a battlefield. in truth, you are nothing of the sort. not a wasteland of bodies emitting miasma putrid enough to destroy one’s stomach. it took him weeks chewing over the irony before surmising that his enticement has everything to do with his lusting for blood and annihilation. in his eyes, you are a battlefield he must conquer. unlike pierro who has given you status, capitano offered you strength in exchange for your little puffy pussy taking his huge cock.

don’t be scared, he’d whisper, it’ll fit. pressed against your stomach, no cock of such girth and length could ever fit in someone’s cunt. you feel so little in his arms, extremely so whenever you work your body down his whole length. and once he’s fully sheathed inside, with his fat crown pushing right into your womb and veins thick enough to stimulate, you shiver and sob. capitano is deep in your guts and he knows it, always drawing gentle circles on your back to allay the sting of having stretched your pussy out and to soothe the enfeebling sensation of his cock tip kissing your womb each gentle thrust.

many stories surround him, most of which are bone-chilling. they say capitano is the harbinger of death, and that hiding behind his mask is the skewed face of a monster hell spat out. you admit to believing the hearsay once, but calloused is his skin might be, you have never been touched by hands so gentle. consider it clemency, since you must not forget: capitano can easily break you if he so does will it himself.

DOTTORE + exhibitionism. voyeurism. creampie.

in zapolyarny palace, the name dottore typically sparks caution in the hearts of many. christened as the doctor, he is the paradox of warmth normally seen in someone in the field of medicine. you have done all that you could to be stationed somewhere else other than in his laboratory, but a handmaiden’s fate is as pliant as clay in the hands of those with power. therefore, when he offered you wisdom, all you could do was give him the same. wisdom that is through letting dottore’s segments completely fuck you witless in front of him.

he likes observing your face contorting with lewdness. watching drool racing down your chin, tits bouncing as one of his segments drills his cock into you from the back. there’s nothing more gratifying than biting your lips with your eyes rolling heavenward while your pussy sucks in cock after cock. he enjoys the sounds you make but loves popping his cock down your throat when your screams become too noisy for his liking. but when you come undone by having been fucked until your legs are shaking with thick amounts of cum spilling from your cunt, dottore finds himself admiring nothing else but the image before him.

he wouldn’t have thought that his sexual fantasies could be sated without venturing out to the nearest brothel. for that, he bestows you a chance to ask him two questions every time he fucks you. it is a deal sealed months ago that has benefited both parties involved. and dottore loves to keep things as it is. he’d continue doing so as long as you wouldn’t ask questions at the cost of your precious, precious life. it does not matter how much dottore adores you, he would never think twice.

PANTALONE + predator and prey dynamics. dubious content. nasty. he rubs your asshole. i’m sorry i was so horny while writing his part. creampie. drool. unprotected.

possessing mora enough to buy a whole region makes a man forthright in his intentions, be it pure or soiled with nothing but personal gain. because in the face of money, even the most deviant minds and sickest of hearts appear gilded. you have been proven of the warped reality when letters from your family burst forth in your chamber. each parchment contains fervent gratitude for a name that turned your blood gelid. mr. pantalone is a very kind man, indeed. please do not forget to thank him for the year’s worth of food he supplied us.

the first time you thanked him, pantalone fucked your pussy until the hole was gaping, as though asking for more. he completely owned you: mind, body, and soul. he pistoled his cock deep in your guts for hours, with his eyes rolling back to his skull and his cheeks tinted pink. at one point he almost cried overstimulating his cock tip by kissing your cervix and squirting bouts of cum in your womb. you’ve found out that he particularly prefers when you bounce on his thick shaft, squelching him dry while he gropes your tits and licks your nipples until his mouth is spilling out saliva. sometimes he would rub your asshole as you come around his cock, because he revels whenever your pussy pulses around his girth to milk his balls sapped of cum.

as a man with unparalleled wealth, pantalone sure likes to count. he’s skilled at keeping scores, striking a line on your inner thigh with a glaring ink for every round where he leaves your cunt cum-filled. with each line equivalent to ten million mora. you’d enter pantalone’s chamber every week as a handmaiden, then come out a wealthy one— albeit powerless. regardless of how blinding mora is, it must not hide the truth from you: pantalone, the richest man of all, can take your opulence just as easily as he gave it.

CHILDE + mindbreak. protected sex. condom used. childe is feral. drool.

childe, the 11th of the harbingers, is appreciated by many if not all. an unusual sight in zapolyarny palace, yet the warmest one. he is a glorious warrior, especially when wielding his weapon. a sight worthy of awe, for he moves with precision and speed that are not of this world. owning aberrant strength, childe is meant for blood and glory. and he evinces it all by providing you security whenever you prove just how formidable of a harbinger he is behind closed doors.

drool on the pillows, hands barely hanging on to the sheets, with your mind spinning after hours and hours of childe drilling his cock into you until your stomach flattens on the bed. he pounds your pussy vehemently, shifting positions every time to abuse your sensitive spots. feet over his shoulders, knees against your chest, missionary, name it all. he’ll fuck you in ten different positions each night to break your sanity. and every time he slides his cock out of your wet cunt with his fat and heavy cum pulling the rubber down his twitching shaft, he ties the condom around your legs as proof of his strength.

what makes a warrior is his stamina, and childe would do anything to prove that he’s a formidable one. be it through fighting or fucking, he has yet to fail in either of those aspects. he has dominated you more than once. it is you who willingly walked in on his life like a vulnerable mouse sauntering to a viper’s maw. you have no one else but yourself to blame for the venom in your veins.

SCARAMOUCHE + voyeurism. perv!scaramouche.

scaramouche is his name and he’s the most enigmatic of all. some whispers say that it is merely a moniker to conceal his identity. to bury his past, to birth him anew. vexed with more than half of the zapolyarny palace, the quiet places and shadows are his companions. you think he hates you, too, for none could be spared from scaramouche’s temper. but unlike everyone else, he has found something quite entertaining in you. regardless of its nature, you have not exactly been favored by the harbinger. he remains truthful to his ill temper no matter the circumstances.

when you part your thighs before him, shaking fingers while playing with your pulsing clit, the way he stares burns at your skin. there is humor in his eyes. as though the way you pump two fingers in your wet and untouched cunt serves as peak amusement for him. perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. scaramouche has mastered the schooling of his expressions, sticking only to that of pure malice even if he has you bared before him. he loves commanding you to touch your cunt with your legs extended wide, or pinch and rub on your clit until you’re shaking at where you sit. sometimes he’d tease and tug at your nipples, but he has never gone further than that. and you fear that he never will.

brewing between you is one crooked relationship. scaramouche has not any need for you other than to satisfy his odd fantasies. he has been forthright from the beginning about his intentions, saying that he merely wants to see for himself what’s so special about a handmaiden like you that has the other harbingers on their knees. all his provocations hold with them a promise, and that perhaps one day, scaramouche will try and seek out the answers for himself. but that day is not today.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I ask for Fatui Men reacting to a very small reader pulling away when they go balls deep? Like, they're so full down there and the stretch is just too much?

Oh, do you do anon names?

I'm pretty short so I feel like I can relate to this request. And as for Anon names, I don't do them much but I have for a few Anon's.

Pairing: Childe, Dottore, Pantalone, Pierro, Capitano, Scaramouche

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, overstimulation, size kink, size difference, aftercare, dub-con (for Dottore)

A/N: I know Scaramouche is now the Wanderer but I'm still gonna count him here.

Childe would coo you into taking more, it's alright, he'll go as slow as you need him to. There's no shame if you want to back off but he really wants to be balls deep inside of you, it feels so good when his whole length is wrapped up in your slick warmth. So can you do that? Can you take just a little more for him? If you do he promises to... kiss it better afterwards.

Dottore grins down and you manically and grabs you firmly by the hips, preventing you from moving. You wanted this, don't start acting like you didn't just because it hurts a little. He could turn that pain into mind-numbing pleasure you know, just give yourself over to him. No matter how much it hurts he'll make you finish frim it, he'll blur that line between pleasure and pain for you.

Pantalone talks you down and lets you back away. He's trying to make this work for you both, trying to find a compromise. Would you take him in a different hole? Or maybe you just need to be stretchered a bit more? He's happy with anything you give him, but you know, and he knows what gets his cock throbbing the most. He tries again, this time while holding your hand and gently kissing you until he feels his balls finally smack against you.

Pierro is a patient man. He's almost too relaxed as you wiggle on top of him, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other against his cheek. As much as he would love for you to take all the time you need there is a needy part of him that wants to hear his balls smacking against you as you ride his cock. He pushes you down a little, just to send you the message. He's patient but even he has his limits.

Capitano keeps your hands pinned behind your back with only one hand while the other works on your clit to the point where you're crying. He knows he's huge so the only way he can get inside of you comfortably is when you're coming, dripping wet and offering no resistance to his cock. It's also when you're most sensitive and prone to orgasaming when ever he tell you to, bucking your hips against his, taking him as deep as he can get.

Scaramouche would jerk his hips into yours with more and more force every time he feels you trying to back away. It would keep you on the edge, it would make you want more and none at all, it would make you confused but compliant for him. He likes it when you listen, when you know where your place is, with who your place is and who your pretty pussy needs to be fucked by.

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jinkicake · 1 year

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HSHDHSHD HI AGAIN I JUST SAW UR CHILDE AND SCARAMOUCHE ARRANGE MARRIAGE POST AND I GO SJGNFNFNFNDNNFNDNG THE WAY U WRITE ARRANGE MARRIAGE TROPES>>>>>>/lh UR WRITTING IS SO GOOD!! I ALWAYS COMEBACK AND RE READ IT EVERYTIME AND I JUST REALIZED U ALSO WRITE FOR OBEY ME?! AND UR WRITING IS THE FIRST FEW ONES I'VE READ AFTER I JOIN THE OM FANDOM TOO?!👀💖💐

Ps. Would u mind if I request a 2nd part for the arrange marriage aus for the first fews chars (esp. Perrio👀) if nit they it's fine <33 thx u for creating such an amazing content!!💖💖

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope

(pt. ??) Alhaitham, Dottore, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

A/N: hi anon!! thank you for being so patient w me and for being so sweet </333 T T i hope you like this~~ if you want me to do part2 for anyone else let me know!! I only did it for zhongli and pierro teehee bc i also wanted to add alhaitham and dottore (i hope that is alright~~)

WC - 3.2k

- yandere!dottore // dottore is his own warning -

NSFW // LIGHT SMUT (pierro+zhongli)

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Alhaitham

“I will be home after sundown, habibti." Alhaitham places a gentle hand on your shoulder after he stands up from his chair at the dining room table. He lowers his head with a slight dip of his neck to place a kiss on the crown of your hair. “Be good today.”

And then he is gone.

Months have passed since your husband began staying late after work. You don’t understand it in the slightest, he hates doing unnecessary tasks. The entire time you’ve known him, courting and beyond, Alhaitham has always spared time in his day for his interests. One day, he even told you that his favorite part of each day was settling down to read. He likes to live a carefree and relaxed lifestyle, so staying late in the Akademiya seems like the complete opposite of that.

Regardless, you bear the weight of your suspicions and ignore it.

You focus on being the docile wife you were advertised as and focus on your housework. In truth, your arranged marriage could not have gone any better. Despite your parents parading you around, you somehow found the most laid-back candidate who suited your needs to a t. Every night you thank the Lesser Lord Kusanali for such a kind husband, who lets you come and go as you please. You would have probably hired a hit on your parents, as opposed to never speaking with them again, if they married you away to a cruel man.

However, housework only keeps you busy for so long and before you know it, it is ten am and you have finished everything that you wanted to do for the day. You could go bother your husband’s old roommate or have a meal with your friend but, you notice that Alhaitham left his lunch today. The neatly prepared and packed lunch is still sitting on the counter where you left it. He must have forgotten to grab it.

With ignorance only Alhaitham could have installed in you, a result of keeping you in the dark for so long, you head toward the Akademiya. However, you regret it once you speak with his co-workers.

“Alhaitham is not here today.”

“Your husband? He didn’t come in this morning,”

“I heard he was heading to Port Ormos after speaking with the Gauhar.”

Through your dejection, you braced a kind smile and thanked them all before heading back home. What could your husband possibly be going to the port for? He’s not a student anymore, there’s no reason for him to be going there.

Unless someone else is there.

You stubbornly try to shake that negative thought out of your head as you walk through the marketplace. As if Alhaitham would commit something of adultery, he doesn’t show interest in anything or anyone.

Perhaps, you will have to speak about this with him when he returns home.

Returning home that night was not something Alhaitham did. In fact, he did not return back to you for two nights and only appeared on the third morning of his disappearance.

To say that you were upset would be an understatement and your husband was able to see it the second he walks in through the door.

“(Y/N), I know I have been gone-”

“Where have you been?” You don’t give him the chance to begin with the sorry apologies as you cross your arms over your chest, you get straight to the point.

“It was for the Akademiya, I cannot discuss the matters with you and you know this.” He sounds sincere enough, there’s a tiredness to his words that you can’t pinpoint. “I wanted to check in with you before I returned.”

“Check in with me?” You scoff and start to look at him as if he had grown three heads. “Check in with me before returning to your mistress?”

“My mistress?” Alhaitham raises a subtle brow and keeps a straight face despite the amusement growing in his chest.

“Why else have you been gone so long? Staying out so late? I’m not a fool and personally, I don’t care about who else you see.” You lie straight through your teeth, lie until you choke. Alhaitham sighs before stepping closer toward you.

“I really cannot share the details of this assignment just yet, you have to believe me, habibti.” He gently cups your shoulders, giving the area a soft squeeze before soothingly running over the planes of your back. “Listen to me when I say that I would never think of betraying you so cruelly.” And, before you have a chance to react, Alhaitham lowers his face to brush his lips against your ear. Vulnerability spills through his every word. “Please do not act so indifferent about the matter of us, I want you to care as freely about me as I do you.”

Smoothly, his hand cups your face and tilts you his way.

“No matter what thoughts you may come up with on your own, trust the logic that I love you.”

Dottore

“The Doctor will return from his mission sometime next week, perhaps during the beginning of the new moon-”

During the message personally delivered from your husband by a trusted subordinate, you can’t help but audibly groan.

“Why must he ruin my entire week with his presence? Did he specifically plan to return on Monday? Why couldn’t he have come back the following Saturday or Sunday?” You place your pen down with great irritation and with it, the notebook you were writing in slams shut. The large Fatui soldier stares down at you, quite flabbergasted by your actions. At the lack of response from your maids, he continues.

“Well, The Doctor wanted to spend some time with you before his next mission-”

“You’re kidding?” This time, you stand up and slam your palms against the strong wooden desk. Hatred and frustration flow through your veins, nearly choking you by your throat. “When you receive word that he is on his way, within a day away from me, then you will come back here and tell me. Understand?” You and your shorter frame could not nearly pose up to the Vanguard standing before you but, given the status of your esteemed husband, you can speak with him and any other solider of your choice however you want.

“Yes, my lady.” He offers a respectful bow before leaving your office and does not flinch under the intensity of your unwavering glare.

“My day is ruined.” You hum and try to calm yourself down by rolling out your shoulders. Within an instant your close friends (the maids assigned to you by your beloved) are by your side, offering you their condolences and support. “We must prepare for the torture that his arrival is ensured to bring. Where are my earplugs?”

Each day that follows, you work alongside other members of the house to prepare the cozy home that your husband chooses to reside in. Cozy is a cute way of describing it, this castle that hides within the mountains is anything but cozy. It’s large and empty but, you rather enjoy all the empty space that provides shelter when you’re hiding from your husband.

In the midst of your breakfast later in the week, you’re interrupted by another announcement.

“My lady, The Doctor will arrive-”

“What do you want?” You scowl and push your plate away, lowering your utensils before standing up from your chair. Now, just like your week and the ones that follow, your meal is ruined too. “I do not care when that wretched vermin will arrive. Tell me when he is here and leave me alone.”

“That is the thing, my lady, he is here early.” As one of the Legionaries beside the previous Vanguard steps to the side, your husband moves in front of you. He stands tall on the other side of the long dining room table and you have half a mind to sprint for the door. “I did not have time to issue the previous warning you asked for.”

“Warning? Is that how you speak of me when I am not around?” Dottore tilts his head slightly before slowly walking around the table. You try not to shake as he corners you, hands braced behind his back. “Oh? Where has your attitude gone? Down the drain with your fight?”

He doesn’t have to remove his mask for you to see the sneer on his face, the anger that is sure to be littering his features.

“Dear,” You nervously greet him, offering a pathetic smile that does little to hide your nerves.

“Sweetheart,” He greets back just as gently but, you can see the tension in his shoulders. “I must confess that I was thinking we would spend time with one another before my next trip to Sumeru but, now I'm not so sure.”

But? You mentally pray and pray to the Tsaritsa that he changes his mind and ditches you altogether, that he leaves you alone again for months on end. Anything would be better than facing his wrath.

“I don’t think we need to see one another for a while.” He waits for you to let out the breath you were holding in, to sigh in relief, before gripping your jaw with his gloved hand. “I think it would only be fair since you’ll now be coming with me to Sumeru. We can spend the entire trip together, side by side. Finally, you’ll be able to see my work up close and not just from your timid frame in the lab doorway.”

You can’t hide the way your lip begins to quiver, eyes filling with tears. That is the last thing you would ever want.

“Aren’t you excited, my wife? You must be since you’re near bursting into tears!” He mocks you until your soul breaks, until the farthest place you could ever be from him is no longer far enough. “If this is how you act when we are apart then, you will never be from my side ever again.”

Pierro

“You are a blessing,” Pierro murmurs lowly as his hands delicately sculpt your sides, gently he presses into your skin with his thick fingers. “a divine creation.” Like this, he worships you. His lips lightly trail between the valley of your breasts as he ascends up your body. “Hundreds of years have passed since I’ve felt this alive.”

Pierro slowly drags his lips up your throat and over your jaw to hover above your lips. His breath fans your chin, teasing you with his close proximity. He laughs when you tilt your chin in an attempt to kiss him, but it fails.

Regardless of how you care for your husband outside of your shared bedroom, you always love him inside of it.

“Please,” Your quiet voice sounds like a melody to the older man and he nearly sighs at the sweet tone. This is all he has ever desired, you wanting and yearning for him. He knows his words will never be enough to get this point across, ever.

With a light hand, the man brushes any lingering strands of your hair out of your face. He stares down at you with lust-filled eyes before cupping your jaw with his large palm. Subtly, Pierro tilts your face upward and meets your lips in a passionate kiss. As he presses his mouth against your own, applying just the correct amount of pressure, his thumb gently strokes your cheek. It’s a sweet kiss, one that leaves you breathless and wanting more.

Before he can catch himself and reel in his self-restraint, Pierro cups your breast. Your arms loop around his neck, digging your fingers into his broad shoulders as he fondles and squeezes at your chest. The constant stimulation only makes you greedier for more and your hips create a mind of their own as you roll slowly upwards against his pelvis.

“My wife,” Pierro groans, pulling away momentarily to catch his breath. His voice sounds shaky as he tries to fight back the overwhelming desire to just take you right now. “enough, before you make me do something I’ll regret.”

The first of the eleven Fatui harbingers thinks he has himself under control finally, that he will be able to continue but then you glance up at him. In your young eyes, mischief shines brighter than the life in his own.

“It’s alright if I don’t regret it, don’t you think?” And then you kiss him once more. You yank roughly on his neck, catching him off guard, and pull him down again.

The growl that leaves your husband is animalistic. His sharp reflexes snap at your wrist, pinning you effectively to the bed without much room to move. The kiss of his lips, once sweet, turns possessive and greedy as he presses you into submission. With little fight, you obediently fall right into his open palms with your lips parting at the slightest jut of his tongue.

Skillful hips roll against your own, Pierro’s hard cock grinds into your clothed cunt and the sensation against your sensitive clit makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. When you start failing to kiss back, Pierro makes his attack. He squeezes your wrists and shoves his tongue into your mouth, swallowing and taking all that you will give him. Your thighs are beginning to burn against the stretch of being spread for his muscular waist but, the pain is dulled over at each slot of his hips.

Your pitiful whimper pulls him from his conquest and Pierro remorsefully separates himself from your lips.

“I need you,” Your whisper does not fall deaf on his ears, Pierro hears every single word. No matter how much you make fun of the older man, poking at his true age, he’s sharpened every one of his skills beyond their years.

“I know, my beloved, I know what you need.” His hands make you sigh out loud as they run up and down your waist, breathy moans leave your lips. “Do you understand the affection that I hold for you? Are you aware of the effect you have on me?” Pierro closely watches your reaction, stares as you keep your eyes closed and don’t so much as flinch at his words. You simply hum and lay like a blessing against his sheets. Now, the older man lowers his lips to your stomach and presses his mouth into your skin. He gently creates a path to the band of your panties with each kiss getting heavier than the last.

“One day, you will understand the true extent of my feelings.”

Zhongli

Lately, you’ve been worried about your husband. Your concerns are nothing new or anything revolutionary but, you can’t speak about it to your friends or others who are unaware of his godly status. To deal with the matter, you sought out the one person you could discuss the matter with, one of the people who know him better than you do.

“I’m worried about Zhongli,” You sit patiently at the stone table, in your husband’s seat as you confess your inner feelings to the cloud retainer.

“Zhongli?” The bird rolls her eyes, tasting the name on her tongue before it clicks. “Morax. What is there to be concerned about? Foolish girl, he adores you.” The cloud retainer raises a judgmental brow at your timidness as she pours you a cup of tea. She sits down with an elegance that makes you feel small in her presence. Still, you proceed.

If any of the adeptus are going to listen to you, it’s her. If there is a single one that you can trust, it is her.

“Isn’t that the problem?” Truthfully, you have been worried about the upcoming and unforeseen future. You’re always worried about it. Not that you will disappear soon but, mortal lives are nothing compared to that of an adeptus. How will he fare when you pass? How can you prepare him for it? “What will happen to him when I inevitably-”

The aged bird cuts you off before you can even finish your sentence.

“Speaking of such circumstances when they are nowhere in the near future will only come back to bite you.” Cloud retainer quietly sips at her drink, leaving a few moments of silence between the two of you before she sighs. “Fully cherish the time you have with him, that is the only piece of advice I can offer you.”

And that is as far as you go with her on the matter, the conversation was over.

Still, in your heart, you weren’t satisfied with the answer.

It continued to bug you even as you tried to ignore it, even as you tried to cherish the time you have with the immortal.

“How are you today, my dear?” Every single day when he returns, Zhongli finds you and presses a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s a kind gesture that always makes you melt into the palm of his hand.

It also, more often than not, always leads to something else. Something more intimate.

“Would you forgive me if I said that I missed you today,” Zhongli’s low voice fills your senses and clouds your mind, leaving you barely unable to think. Now pressed into the couch with your husband over top of you, protectively holding your thighs over his hips, all you can do is take everything that the god has to give you. “I’m often missing you when you are away.”

His pure confessions make your gut twist in an uncomfortable way.

“Will you be okay when I am no longer here?” You whisper, letting the words spill into his ears as you hide your face in his neck.

Zhongli stops his movements. The gentle, smooth thrusts of his hips come to a standstill as his hands lower from your thighs. He places a palm beside your head and pulls back enough that he can look at you.

“I will never be the same without you.” The raw emotion in his features and the distinct vulnerability in his eyes cause tears to well up in your eyes. “But, I will continue to live. Your memory will keep me alive until we can be reunited again.” His gentle touch comes up to wipe at your tears as his thumbs brush over your cheeks. “I don’t want you to be worried about that just yet, okay, my gem?”

Softly, Zhongli presses his lips against yours and it muffles the sob that leaves your lips.

You tighten the grip that you have on his biceps, digging your fingers into his skin as your lips open for his tongue.

“I love you, I will always love you forever.” He murmurs into your cheek before kissing over your eyelids. Smoothly, his hips pick up a slow pace once more and you gasp loudly. The sound makes your husband laugh, gently shaking as he presses his forehead against your own. “If I had my way, we would have met earlier and you would never part from my side.”

In every touch, he portrays how much he loves you. There is an ‘I love you’ in the press of his fingers against your hips. There is an ‘I love you’ in the skillful roll of your hips and there is an ‘I love you’ in the gentle kiss of his lips.

Yes, Zhongli is sure he will always love you. Even through grief and mourning, he will never forget the feeling of loving you.

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fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

✦ kinktober day 10 — size kink feat. childe : capitano : pantalone : pierro x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: size : we love big men

✦ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

you watched with eager eyes as childe pulled his shirt over his head, lazily throwing it on the floor. You're laying comfortably on the bed, his body towering over you as he advancing closer to feel you on his skin. You helped him unbuckle his belt and most importantly, get rid of those annoying restraints which were his pants, finally exposing his leaking cock to your eyes.

he was hard, more so big, childe took it in his hand to give it a few pumps before lining himself up with your hole. Your slick was pooling out of your cunt and he made sure to collect enough to have himself coated in it, being certain you aren't going to be uncomfortable with his girth. It still stung a bit, always did, as he carefully slid himself into your warmth, relishing in the feeling of your walls shivering around his length.

You're working your way up there, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in you. "you can move now." you're whining, lips formed into a pout as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly. Ajax continued with a nod, stealing a kiss from you yet again once he started to pump himself in and out of your sobbing cunt, his hands taking a hold of your legs to spread you wider for him, setting a comfortable pace as the both of you melted into each others embrace.

✦ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎

you couldn't help yourself but admire the view in front of you, capitano in his full glory, naked with his lean muscles enhancing his already natural beauty. His cock was otherworldly, you could remember the first time the both of you were intimate and the thought on how in hell that could fit inside of you.

capitano's hands would wander towards your face to lazily stroke his thumb around your cheeks, assuring that you're in fact made for him so it has no other choice than to fit. You're shivering underneath his brought body, his figure nestled in between your legs and spreading them for you as he leaned down to take your lips in his. His cock head was leaking, slowly prodding against your tight hole before he poured it in, splitting you open, the mewls from you only coaxed him on to continue to slide himself in until he filled you to the hilt.

Your glassy eyes made it hard for capitano to breathe, not to mention think straight. His hand drifted towards your abused clit, deciding to push his thumb against the little bundle of nerves while rubbing, hard. With that you were able to take more of his length, his girth gradually getting sucked in until he was finally feeling your warmth embrace him fully. "you're perfect, you're made for me." he purrs, continuing to draw soft circles on your clit before picking up on pace.

✦ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

you tried not to drool around pantalone's cock, but that wasn't an easy task since right now, you were completely full of him, eyes watering at the feeling of his tip prodding against your throat. Your vision was blurry, looking up at the man who had a satisfied grin painted across his features. "don't tell me you can't take it anymore?" he was tilting his head a little to feign innocence, the pseudo innocent laughter that followed sent shivers through your body in ways you never experienced before.

You're gulping around his impressive girth, somehow trying to respond as he pulled you down harder against his cock until your nose felt the soft layer of pubic hair right on his pelvis. You‘re flexing your jaw a bit, trying to loosen up so you‘d be able to relax while being full of his cock. Your hands wander towards his balls, lightly kneading them while continuing to hollow your cheeks, suckling on his cock. Pantalone‘s eyes rolled back at the feeling, his hand falling heavy on the back of your head to help you up and down his length while now adding shallow thrusts into your mouth.

Your lips were beginning to strain, he was so big n heavy, it was near unbearable as you felt him spasm inside of you. Pantalone groaned out from overstimulation now— you were so good to him tonight, haltering his movements for a second before finally spilling his seed in you, painting your insides with thick spurts of white. He‘s bathing in his afterglow, panting harshly as he pulled out of your mouth, witnessing the big mess he made.

✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎

pierro is slowly licking a straight line behind your ear, eliciting soft whimpers of you before wrapping his brought arms around your body. You're straddling him in his leather chair, it was late at night and he just so happened to have finished his work when he called you in. Nights like these were certainly your favorite, unbuckling his pants to pull them down to his knees when his growing bulge throbbed hard against your pussy, only the tiny fabric of your panties separating the both of you now.

Pierro starts kissing your chest, biting down on your sensitive flesh to leave needy hickies on the most noticeable places. You're shuddering upon feeling him push away your panties, lining himself up with your throbbing heat. He was big and very much aware of that fact, "you have to relax." he stated sternly, helping you sit down on his cock, you on the other hand only being able to take in half of his length. You're whining, twisting n turning against his hold as you scrunched your eyes shut to get rid of the blur, pouting your lips. It really didn't matter how often the both of you were intimate with each other, it always pained you at first before it developed into real pleasure.

your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling oh his impressive girth splitting you further, crying out his name as you leaned forward to rest your head against the crook of his neck, your nostrils taking in his manly scent. Pierro was entering you deeper and better, inch by inch you were welcoming him in your warmth before he was finally sheathed completely inside of you, cock throbbing in your sensitive walls. "pierro." you're whining out his name, barely able to catch a breather as he pulled your face towards his lips, kissing you sensually, "I'll take care of you." responding, eyes half lidded with an obvious desire surrounding them.

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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ BY YOUR SIDE . pierro x fem reader

warning ꒱ྀི incest. ddlg dynamics. daddy kink [ papa + dada ] . size kink. creampie. reader kinda being a litl brat / repost / unedited as always :p / wc ꒱ 2.5k / 18+ / ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

there’s the faintest, most desperate echo of a mewl that can be heard from outside the biggest room reserved for no one other than the first harbinger himself.

fourteen days he was away from you. fourteen days without your touch. fourteen days he was unable to see you. fourteen days without inhaling your scent. fourteen long, bitter, cold days pierro spent missing you and still, finally graced with your presence, he’s as composed as ever.

he leans until his back hits his chair, and he relaxes. with his half-empty wine glass discarded on a nearby tray, he eases himself down from his budding desire with deep and steady inhales and exhales. his eyes are clouded over with lust.

the level of patience pierro possessed was carefully crafted throughout the many years he’s been alive. his resilience has never been more clear than it is right now, as his daughter, whom he loves so dearly, clamored over him half-naked.

he found your struggle to be quite a show. chin resting on calloused fingers, he occasionally rubs the scruff of his stark white beard. It’s become habitual for you to crawl and seat yourself on his thick thighs. pouty and close to tears, your fingers claw at his polished suit to steady yourself.

he’s always been the one to take the lead, but he’s forfeited that control momentarily, allowing you to use him to your heart's content.

your chest bares from the looseness of your clothes, and his facade slips only slightly. your hips swivel clumsily, and his erect cock bounces off the plumpness of your butt. he releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

you raise your bottom higher, placing his cock right against your wet slit that stained the coarse hairs at the base of his shaft. his body tenses at the contact, his eyes zeroing in on the pretty sheen that coated his remarkable length.

“hnnn.”

a strangled moans escape when it skims over the surface of your twitchy button—a gentle caress with enough pressure to make your back arch.

it was difficult prepping yourself for the first time, but you refused his help. you were like him in so many ways. you’re a creature constantly chasing perfection. one attempt after the other until you’d be rewarded with what your efforts promised, but pierro just didn’t want to see you hurt.

“take it easy, little one.”

his hand cups the softness of your ass, lightly squeezing it. you shake your head. brows pulled together and lips trembling as the drag of your cunt wets him further.

he expected you to behave like this.

a recent conflict pulled him away longer than he expected, and he knows that in his absence, you were unsatisfied. your fingers are not nearly as thick and long as his to ease that ruminating ache between your legs, but he was here now to finally take over, and you wouldn’t let him.

holding your chin, he tilts your head up. you see the concern sewn into his mature features.

“I'm not going anywhere; you don’t need to rush.” it’s a very simple affirmation, but it did nothing to relieve your troubles.

‘liar’ you want to retort, but you choose to remain silent. the truth is, he couldn’t promise that. you knew he’d leave again, and each time you were never sure if he’d return. how you managed to have such little faith in a man who’s lived nearly half a millennia and witnessed such catastrophes was unheard of.

to others, he’s feared—untouchable, unscathed, a force to be reckoned with, but somehow a much smaller and weaker girl— his girl worries for him dearly. It's humorous, but he could never, in good faith, hold it against you. It's been too long since he’s felt the delicate touch of another and to be looked after with such care. he’d readily take as much as he could.

you put your hand on his shoulder, and the other grabs his cock by the thickest part as it comes to life in your palm. it’s warm and beads pre-cum that slowly drips, following the path of his most protruding vein. there’s a feeling that shoots through your body, and it’s all too familiar as you watch the milky drops descend.

you have to bite back another broken moan.

hovering over his dick, you cushion it right against your entrance, swaying from the slight loss of balance. finding your footing, you try once again to tuck him between your walls, but the leakiness of your cunt makes the head of his cock slip. your frustration was an understatement.

pierro watched you closely as you moved sloppily. stuck in a mulish state, you’d rather fumble instead of asking for his help.

“you’re going to hurt yourself, love,” he remarks. while aroused by the brief contact of skin, pierro remained humbled at your show of defiance.

you make a noise, brushing off his concern and rolling your shoulders to straighten up.

“don't care, ‘need to have you inside of me.”

you huff your chest every time his smooth tip rubs your slippery opening. tracing it against the silky folds of your cunt, they separate as you struggle to insert him. you begin to brace yourself. it only takes a few more shaky attempts until his cock finally penetrates with a swift and brutal plunge.

“hmmph—!”

you can’t stop twitching around him when he’s buried so deep. your head hangs back, and your bit lip is barely enough to keep the hiss at bay. no amount of rubbing against his thigh could ever prepare you for that piercing stretch that churned your insides. the stretch that forces your legs further apart and makes your eyes tighten in desperation.

your stomach flexes, and anxiety wrecks you. you breathe audibly, finding it in yourself to remain calm, but archons — you were a few thrusts from already cumming.

“do you need papa to help you ?”

his voice stirs you from concentration, and it borders on breaking.

pierro would be a liar if he said watching you take him didn’t bring a sense of triumph. riding him was no easy task. even after countless nights and all sorts of positions, his girth still proved to be a challenge, one that would take a lifetime for you to master, and that was one of the few things he could actually promise you, time.

but you ignore him and the concern in his tone. you’re a big girl, you don’t need his help. you’ll have all of him inside of you even without the wonderful burn of his fingers to help loosen your gummy walls.

you inhale slowly hoping that it will somehow allow the tension to subside and it does. it takes a minute, maybe two until the pressure feels comfortable. you’re still not quite all the way down, there’s another few centimeters left until he’s fully sheathed inside your walls. you’ve been resting your weight on your toes that dangled close to the floor and you know you should in fact take your time, but your body refuses to cooperate.

it's a wet plop from your thighs and ass meeting his groin when you force him in.

“h-hah—!“

pierro’s cock sharply hits your precious cervix and your eyes reel back into your skull. your daddy pats your leg encouragingly. even now he could barely fathom how such a small pussy could be so accommodating.

“there you go.”

inevitably, the praise still made your chest feel heavy. “that’s it, sweet girl.” that baritone voice made blood rush to your cheeks. lightheaded is what you felt. all the fire you once possessed turned into a lovesick, numbing feeling that left you unable to retain any air. especially when he adjusted his hips and his veiny cock bumped your cervix once more.

“ah— f-fuck!” you whine.

the hand on your thigh squeezes your softness as a warning.

“language.”

you're winded up so tight, afraid that if you moved an inch, you’d cum. the tears that brimmed your waterline fall.

“s-sorry papa.” you sniffle, “but it’s so deep, n’ I feel it stretching inside me.”

“does it hurt?" he hums. “would you like to stop?”

you shake your head profusely.

“no! please, I don’t wanna stop, not yet.”

unwilling to be separated from him, you lean on his chest. it’s warm and reminds you that you couldn’t be anywhere safer. slowly, you begin to ride his cock. a messy rhythm that did enough to please you.

his dick presses against your insides as your hips rotate in sloppy circles. your clit brushes against his skin with every move, pulling you closer to the end you missed so desperately.

you speed up, chasing that feeling selfishly until it grows and becomes too powerful to control.

“daddy . . .” you try to halt your hips, but you can’t stop the desperation. you settle for slowing down even more, but it only seems to drag the pleasure out further.

“I might make a mess” you mumble. you tuck yourself closer to his chest again to escape the burning flush of embarrassment.

pierro knows your body better than you do and even before your own realization, he was able to quickly assess your expression and feel how your cunt pulses around him. he understands what’s happening before you do.

“just focus on me. focus on papa.”

you nod.

it takes a moment to get the courage to move faster, but his cock nestling in your cunt couldn’t placate you. your humps pick up, and your thinking crumbles to know people stood less than 10 feet away, walking past the room. knowing they could possibly be hearing the moist noises of your cunt while you fucked him sloppily. the nervousness wasn't present; instead, a sweltering, mind-breaking urge grew. one that turns your stomach into knots and makes your your knees dig into his hips

“let it out, my dear.”

your legs lock around him, and a disgruntled groan leaves his lips as your pussy clenches.

“daddy. ” your nails scratch him, but he doesn’t flinch nor shy away. his hardened skin from years of ruthless battles could surely withstand the dig of his daughter's nails.

with a petulant whine and submissive arch of your back, your pillowy breasts block his vision while you seize around him. clenching and unclenching, arousal streams down his massive cock and sprays his front in spurts. your hand comes to rub at your clit to ride out the addicting high.

pierro could only watch in awe. how quick and easily you came to make his shaft throb to the beat of dull and erratic twinges.

“pretty girl, you’re going to make this old man faint.”

he presses a kiss on your nipple, holding you while your cunt continues to milk him. he hasn’t yet reached his own high and still he makes no effort to rush your come down. he’s far from a selfish lover, but that was something that came naturally as it’s his job as your father to make sure you are pleased in all aspects.

pierro’s cock remained snuggled inside of you. he pressed light kisses on your skin, as your breathing slows. before you can lose yourself in it, the scratch of his beard makes you pull away. turning up your nose, you make a noise of disapproval.

“you need to shave, daddy.”

he rubs his chin to feel his beard himself. it has been a while since he’s given it a trim. “you don’t like it?”

you take a second to think, staring at the thick gray covering the lower half of his face. “that depends. can I shave it for you?”

his eyes widen a bit, and his head turns away. “that’s . . . dangerous.”

you frown. “then no, I don’t like it.”

pierro laughs, and he rubs the sides of his face against your soft cheek, the hair of his beard uncomfortably prickling your face.

“w-what, what are you doing?” the scratches against your face mushed you two closer. his nose and lips poking you until your lips clumsily collide.

“papa, stop!” giggling, you push him away, but he holds you still. the kiss is uncoordinated at first because of your laughs, but he doesn’t mind it. one peck and then another until your lips are interlocked, moving at a slow pace that manages to steal your breath.

he groans when you move closer, and he guides your hips, hoping to drag more moans out for the rest of the night. feeling his cock throb, you remember he didn’t finish, but it didn’t take long to transition from the playful atmosphere to what it was once prior. the arousal was now thick in the air, weighing you down into submission.

your father picks you up with ease and fucks you like a toy. rough hands resting on your hips drag you up and down on his cock. the schlick schlick of his cum-coated length, plunging so deeply until it kisses your womb.

“cum inside me, d-dada, use me. use me to make you cum.”

“keep talking like that, baby; daddy is so close.” your pussy puffs from his slams. how something so small can manage to swallow his sheer size amazes him. balls slap against your ass, his grip on your body is tight, digging into you, and such a display of strength it was.

“y’r so deep. . my cunny was made for you.” the words are uttered in pauses from the force of his motioning hips. your tits point towards the ceiling—your nipples, perked and moist from his eager mouth, bounce, and the sight makes any remaining coherent thought disperse.

“you’re going to take every last drop of my seed.” it’s not a question but a demand, and like you were taught, you pleasantly comply.

“yes, daddy.” the veins in his arm are pretty and decorative. you look at his flexing muscles the way you’d look at a painting. eyes, absorbing the details that marked his brown skin. sweat trailing down his massive frame.

you want to kiss him, but your wrists are bound by his hand. maybe they’ll bruise later, but it’s not a concern of yours, you only want to see the man above reach his completion.

“make it so full with your cum until it leaks out of my little pussy,” you say barely a whisper, but the effect on him is still the same.

a gruff growl tumbles from his mouth, and his grip grows tighter.

“I'm gonna give it to you. daddy is going to fucking breed you, darling.” he uses your body to pump his cock, losing himself to the massaging of your tight walls.

his cock swells inside your creamy pussy, and then a stream of cum jets out. milky ribbons plugging you to the brim until it spills from the sides.

“ah–thaaat’s it. that’s my little girl .” he grunts. squeezing you tightly, the sound of his mess squelching in the now warm room could be heard. countless nights have ended with him buried in you, and still, your cunt managed to make him feel like a young man.

he rests his head back and swallows audibly to catch himself. you watch him in amusement at his sudden breathlessness.

“just give. . . *whew* papa a minute,” he sighs.

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nymphiria · 2 years

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BUNNY G!RL

☰ BUNNY HYBRID GF — GENSHIN IMPACT

ಇ feat: tighnari, dottore, pierro, scaramouche

— cw: bunny!fem!reader, biting, experimentation, sex toys, predator-prey kink, degradation, praise, pet nicknames (darling, angel, etc), use of clones, rough sex, ear & tail pulling, breeding kink, pussy eating, knotting mention, dry humping, somnophilia, scaramouche being a hypocrite, MDNI 18+

ᨳ TIGHNARI

it’s a miracle how tighnari hasn’t taken a bite out of you with the way he stares you down on the regular. the look that he gives you is nothing short of a predator watching it’s prey. tighnari can’t help it, though. even while you’re doing everyday tasks, you just look so fuckable — something vulnerable for him to have his way with. it definitely doesn’t help his case when your cute ears and tail trigger his fox instincts like nothing else.

as head forest ranger, it’s his job to form the patrol schedules (including patrol pairings). fortunately for tighnari, the only partner you’ve ever been paired with is him. he prefers for the both of you to take the night shift and deceives the other rangers into believing he’s doing it so that they can get some sleep — the caring smile he’s giving them masking his true intentions.

patrolling the forest at night gives him the perfect opportunity to really act on his dark, perverted fantasies in a way that is virtually impossible in the light of day. with the luminescence of the moon being your only lighting, your mind races with fear as you sprint through the avidya forest as fast as you can. the only word of warning that tighnari gives you is “run” before he’s retreating into the darker part of the forest. although you can’t see him, you know that he’s watching you — much closer than he leads you to believe.

it isn’t long before the thrill of the chase wears off and he wants his prey right there in that moment. when your front hits the bottom of the forest floor, he has his teeth on your neck and his hard cock rutting into your ass. there’s no point in reasoning with him at this point — he’s a feral animal.

“sit fucking still. you’re not leaving until you’ve taken my knot.”

ᨳ DOTTORE

you are by far dottore’s favorite “patient”, always so eager to please and willing to do whatever tests he comes up with for the day. each morning when he comes to collect you, you always greet him with a chirpy “good morning, doctor!” that makes him blush harder than he would like to admit. his other test subjects don’t even dare to look at him without permission. but you? you’ll be bouncing up from your plush bed to cling to him like a lost puppy. his subordinates never dare to question why your room is more lavish than the other subjects, because who are they to question the harbinger?

dottore’s obsession with your ears and tail comes second to none. even he finds it a little grimy how his cock instantly hardens at the thought of stroking your cute, cotton puff. while he takes your temperature or inspects your mouth, he always finds himself absentmindedly caressing your soft ears — a habit he should’ve broken so he didn’t get attached to you, but it’s too late now. his favorite, though, is tugging on your fluffy tail while his face his buried in your pussy. while he’s busy eating you out like a man starved, his diligent fingers are massaging and pulling on the soft appendage just to make your moans even whinier.

the only thing that intrigues dottore more than your cute hybrid appearance is your heat cycles. oh, gods, does he love them so fucking much. usually you’re too shy to ask him to fuck you because it’s “too embarrassing” or whatever. but when your mind is hazy and your pussy’s aching? you’re begging for cock every time he turns around. when you’re in this state, you’ll let him do virtually anything he wants.

if he’s feeling cruel, he’ll make you ride a glass dildo that’s just small enough to where you’re not satisfied. if you’re good like you usually are, he’ll lay you back on your velvety bed and fill you with his cum for hours on end. once his balls are drained and you’re still clinging to him for more, he’ll have one of his clones take his place — swapping them out until his bunny is properly bred.

“you’ll get your fill. now stop squirming and be patient, darling.”

ᨳ PIERRO

pierro likes for you to be docile — an obedient doll that acts proper and ladylike to please her lover. on any ordinary day, he quite enjoys taking you with him for a simple stroll or to sit quietly in his office as he works. but the ordinary days never last forever, especially when your heat comes in full force to disrupt the peace. you, previously so shy around him, are now a feral creature with only filthy urges plaguing your mind. it’s a complete one-eighty compared to your normal self — it sort of scares him.

sex is no stranger to pierro. though he prefers more romantic acts of love, he can never find it in him to refuse himself once he sees you dressed so prettily in your layered dresses. in fact, he would say that he quite enjoys seeing you in such a debauched state. but every day? almost every two hours? he’s a busy man, constantly tired due to his work, and his body can’t keep up.

if pierro is too consumed with his work to visit your chambers, you gladly take the opportunity to sit on his lap to get yourself off against his bulge. god help him when he actually comes to your bedroom — your heightened libido has him knocked out before the night is over. he can usually take up to two rounds but never seven. it hurts for you, he knows this, which is why he gave you permission to keep going even if he’s out cold. he can’t have his pretty bunny suffering on her own.

“d-do what you need to do, angel. i’m right here for you.”

ᨳ SCARAMOUCHE

a filthy animal with disgusting urges — that’s how scaramouche regards you. if anyone dares to ask him about you, he spits out that you are a thorn in his side and he only keeps you around out of pity. the balladeer makes it a point to openly disregard your very existence in the public eye to remind you of your place beneath him. but no matter how much it breaks your little heart, you know better than to voice your grievances.

once the moon rises and his estate is a little quieter, he becomes much softer than his daytime persona would lead anyone to believe. almost every night he has one of his underlings fetch you from your chambers, his voice making them think you may be in some sort of trouble. the agent gives you a pitiful look as they send you into your assumed demise — you’re perfectly fine. scaramouche would rather throw himself off of the top of tenshukaku than let anyone know what he does with you in his office.

the moment that the door to his workspace is closed, he’s on you. practically tearing your clothes off of your body, he refuses to wait any longer to feel you underneath him. not even seconds later and your hips are pulled towards him with your face pressed against the floor. as he fumbles with his clothing, he’s spitting hot venom into your ear — you ignore the slight moan etched into the cruel words he’s throwing at you. “look at you. you’re a dirty animal in heat just waiting to get her pussy stuffed,” he chokes out as he pumps his cock. ironic he says that when he’s the one that’s so eager to be balls deep inside of you.

he always fucks you like it’s his last night on the earth — marks litter your body and your legs never seem to work afterward. all of his previous orgasms drip down your legs and onto the tatami mat flooring (which he’ll force you to clean up once he regains his senses). the next day, he acts like nothing happened — resuming his daily routine of squashing your existence under his shoe. it’s a little funny, though, how he acts like he’s in control when really you’re the one that owns him.

“don’t you dare start dripping onto the floors, you filthy wench. you’re not worth the cleanup.”

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cream-stew · 1 year

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VALENTINE EVENT PART I – FATUI'S CUTE SLUT !

🔞 minors dni

☆ with: pierro, capitano, pantalone, dottore

warnings: afab reader, rough sex, creampie, spanking + reader is tied up (pierro), monsterfucking + tummy bulge (capitano), daddy kink + reader is tied up (pantalone), cockwarming + reader is gagged (dottore)

+ BONUS: orgy, facefucking

pierro: he makes you lay horizontally in his lap, face down so he can spank your ass over and over, as many times as he wants. your wrists are taped together, and so are your ankles, and you can only cry out in pleasure as he takes short breaks in between his spanking to pump three fingers in and out of your pussy, rewarding you for how cute you sound when he slaps your ass. he gets tired of it after he makes you cum twice on his fingers and your ass is as red as it can get, so he cuts the tape holding your ankles together and lets you sprawl in bed with your legs parted, spread out for him to kneel in between them and slowly sink his cock in your already loose pussy <3

capitano: he fucks you so so roughly as he holds you in a mating press, your legs hooked on his shoulders as his huge, monstrous cock buries deeper and deeper in your womb, rubbing your sweet spot in passing and making your tummy bulge out. you're crying and whimpering in pleasure as he uses his inhumanely long tongue to toy with your perky nipples, adding more stimulation to the mix as he keeps fucking in and out of you at a wild pace, seeming almost feral in the way he's trying to breed you. you have no idea how many times either of you has cummed already, but it's definitely far from over <3

pantalone: he makes you ride him with your hands tied behind his neck. you babble and plead him to reverse your positions so he's the one doing most of the work, plunging deeply in your cute pussy, but he won't budge no matter how hard you beg. "please daddy-! I wanna cum, please", you babble, teary eyed, "my thighs are sore, daddy, please fuck me-", but he only laughs at you :( he makes you go on with it until you're trembling too much to keep riding him, and only then does he manhandles you on your stomach, trapping you under him as he fucks in and out of your wet pussy with vigor. he pulls out of you when he needs to cum, and paints your asscheeks in white before swiping his cum away and making you eat it all from his fingers.

dottore: he makes you cockwarm him while he writes down his latest experiment results, leaving you limp in his lap with your poor pussy clenching down on his rock hard cock, no matter how much you beg for him to fuck you immediately. he gags you at some point, bc you just can't shut the fuck up, so he punishes you by stuffing your mouth with your own panties and taping your lips shut!! sadly this also muffles your pathetic whimpers, but there's not much he can do about it. when he's done writing, he finally starts fucking upwards into your awaiting pussy, tho he only cares about his pleasure and pumping his load inside your guts :( luckily you manage to cum anyway, since you were so close after all that edging earlier!

bonus: orgy with the four harbingers <3 <3

you're on your knees, barely hanging on, as capitano fucks your pussy with abandon, his clawed hands digging into the soft skin of your hips. pierro, pantalone, and dottore are all lined up in front of you, their hard cocks out and pushing closer; pantalone is the first to grab your face and start fucking your mouth at a harsh pace, as the other two grab your arms instead and guide you into jerking them off while they wait their turn. capitano cums inside you with no warning, stuffing you full to the brim, and dottore lets go of your hand to take his place, his cock penetrating you so quickly that none of capitano's thick load spills out from your cute pussy :( you cum on his cock quickly, but he doesn't stop fucking you, and you can't even complain since pantalone and pierro are still taking turns on your mouth, facefucking you and cumming deep in your sore throat.

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #pierro x reader #pierro smut #capitano x reader #capitano smut #pantalone x reader #pantalone smut #dottore x reader #dottore smut

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genshinimpactlife · 1 year

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🤭 daddy kink nsfw headcannons with characters of ur choice (feel free to add a breeding kink too if u want)

-the sussy 🥐 anon

Daddy Kink Headcanons (NSFW)

I have yet to have a chance to write about him. So lemme just talk about Pierro.

Daddy Daddy Daddy

That man has a raging daddy kink, and he would be the one to bring it up first.

"Does Daddy's Princess/Prince need something?"

He expected the best out of his little one. Of course, as the number one harbingers partner, you must always be on your best behavior.

If you decide to be a little brat? Oh, you are in for a very long night.

When you returned to your shared room, Pierro sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for you. He just silently tapped his thigh, not having to tell you what was coming.

"I expect you to count each one. If you mess up, Daddy will make you start again."

This immortal daddy will have you crying for him as he rails you.

"I thought you wanted attention, little one? Isn't that why you walked around today in your skimpy outfit, showing off your body to everyone?"

He never uses protection. He always wants to fill you up with his cum

He especially loves watching it leak out of you when he pulls out.

There was no way I could not include the OG Daddy in this.

Zhongli has been around for so long now. So of course he's dabbled in different Honorifics.

But it was you who accidentally called him daddy once, and he just went for it.

He had riled you up, gotten multiple orgasms out of you, and it just… slipped out.

"Oh?" Is daddy making you feel that good right now?"

You were so embarrassed, but the way he reacted was enough to have you crying out for daddy all night long.

Zhongli loves to tease you, but he can't help but give in when you call him daddy in that whiny voice.

He loves to come up behind you and wrap his arms around you before whispering.

"How's Daddy's girl/boy doing today?"

If you call him by his name in bed, he will remind you just who he is

What is my name again? I don't think I heard you right, little dove."

This man right here had no idea that he had a daddy kink.

But one day, he was getting on your ass, repeatedly telling you what to do, and finally, you fired back at him.

"Yeah Yeah, I'll get right on it Daddy."

He looked at you so shocked, but before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, Alhaithams hands roaming your body.

"Say it again; say it again right now."

He fucked you right there in the living room, making you scream out for your daddy over and over.

Kaveh had walked up to the house to come in and heard what was happening. He just turned around and left, spending the night at a friend's.

"I want everyone to hear how good your Daddy makes you feel."

He goes feral every time you call him daddy. It's like a switch you can flip whenever you want.

You once visited him at the Academia and jokingly called him Daddy just before you were going to leave.

He had you bent over his desk, your underwear shoved in your mouth.

"You better be quiet for Daddy, unless you want to get caught… or maybe you would like that."

🥐 I love you SO MUCH right now. I have wanted to write something like this for so long now, just some self-indulgent smut. God, now i'm thinking about writing fanfiction like Kaveh spying on Daddy Alhaitham and his girlfriend and doing something he shouldn't be

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zhxngii · 1 year

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ー 🌀// Items they love using on you | genshin impact

⌗; their favorite item to use on you when doing the deed. this is 18+ mdni.

handcuffs. he loves seeing you struggle when your hands are bound behind your back, amused when you whine about how you want to touch him so badly but can't. likes to sit back and watch you try to make yourself reach that limit without using your hands. his hand placed gently on your back while the other remains at his side. once he feels you aren't going at his ideal pace, he takes his hand and gives a playful smack on your ass as some sort of encouragement to go faster.

if he's not using handcuffs he loves using ribbons or lace of pretty colors to spice it up.

Diluc, Kazuha, Alhaitham, Albedo, Childe, Capitano, Kaeya

blindfolds. he loves your reactions to what he does to you when you're blindfolded, loving the way your body jolts whenever his fingertips lightly graze on your inner thigh or wherever his fingers touch. he likes how you seem a bit excited about what he might do to you, sitting patiently and waiting like the good girl you are for him. whenever he has some little sketchy idea, he always asks if you're ready first.

Dottore, Ayato, Heizou, Kaveh

Collar and/or leash. now listen, he does love it when you act like such a loyal, obedient pet for him. the cute collar he has (most likely custom-made) for you just looks perfect on you. he enjoys looping his fingers around it and tugging on it when he gets the chance, it's even better when he has the leash attached to it. whenever you decide to be a bit bratty towards him, he often tugs on it before giving you a piece of his mind.

Pierro, Zhongli, Scaramouche, Pantalone

A good ole vibrator. he's never gotten over it once he saw you using it before, using it very often on you himself now. whenever he's inside you, or whenever he has his face between your legs. he enjoys seeing the way your legs shake, the way your body trembles from the immense amount of pleasure and attention he's giving you. the way you weakly try pushing his hands away when you just hit your climax. he almost always makes you go way over your limit because he's too into it.

Dainsleif, Thoma, Baizhu, Xiao, Itto, Cyno, Childe

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heizlut · 2 months

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random drabble of the night:

i feel like pierro definitely has a daddy kink. he didn’t particularly have one until he met you. it was a slip of the tongue really when you called him daddy for the first time.

he had you bent over the harbinger’s meeting table bullying his heavy cock into your tight pussy when you cried out the dirty title. he paused his movements and leaned over your body, “what did you just call me?” you squirmed against him with his cock inside of you, wanting to bury your face in your hands. he reached over, taking your jaw in his hand and turning your head to the side so he could look at you, “say it again.” the corners of your lips curled up as you lowered your voice, “fuck me harder, daddy.” that was all it took for him to continue pounding into you at a ruthless pace, filling you to the brim with his cum.

ever since then, you teased him with the title whenever you could, especially around the other harbingers who had mixed reactions of desperately covering their laughter to some who looked like they cursed the day they were blessed with the ability to hear.

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tflaw · 1 year

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The idea of the handmaiden being shorter than the harbingers (like she's 5’0 ft) gets me going since they could easily lift her if they wanted to while having a rather rough lovemaking session.

Might have already sent this though, if I did then I'm sorry but my brain is failing to remember properly.

— THE HANDMAIDEN. PT2.

In the frozen land where the outcasts belong and the peculiar is home, tomorrow is never promised. Intertwined your fate with the harbingers might be, it’s in your best interest to remember: the cold swallows the weak and Snezhnaya knows no tears.

★☆ ! f!reader. part / installation of these drabbles. size kink as was stated in the ask. unprotected. not proofread. warnings for each character are as follows (lmk if i missed anything, it’s almost 2 AM here, my mind is foggy):

pierro — undertones of manhandling.

capitano — mentions of finger-fucking && foreplay. dacryphilia.

dottore — exhibitionism. voyeurism. he lets his other segments do you. creampie. undertones of overstimming just to be sure.

pantalone — rough sex.

tartaglia — foul legacy form. he’s sooo leaky.

PIERRO !

who would’ve thought that there’s a hidden gem in the throng of servants in the palace? the fascination pierro has for you seems to go on unceasing. it is why he keeps you close. apart from your obedience, there’s one more charming thing about you that utterly has him bound and enthralled: you are small.

yes— small. he can control you in anyway he wants. flip you to his satisfaction, drive you mad with his brawn, and fuck you so deeply it will leave you mousy for weeks from the memory. sometimes he fears of breaking you, especially when he gives your little pussy such a fervid pounding that renders you shivering. you tell him it’s alright, i can take it: words that seem to drive him mad that he fixes you on his lap, holding your waist while watching your pussy sucking only his fat crown. impatient, he would dig his nails to your flesh, releasing a gutted moan as he slams you down and fills you with his hard shaft. all virility and nothing less than that.

CAPITANO !

despite not divulging the reason for his lusting after you, capitano thinks that it’s clear as crystal to anyone who possesses good eyesight. the equation is simple: he’s huge and you’re small. aside from the surge of adrenaline it pumps into his veins, the sight of you in bed is one he finds hard to forget.

capitano makes certain that your cunt is drooling before ramming his cock in you. call it safety measures, because it is. despite his infamous nature, he wouldn’t deliberately hurt you if he can help it. however, he sees your wet cunt with white trails of arousal dripping from the hole, and he’d drive himself in with force that takes away a little bit of his sanity. and yet, after all the preparation of finger-fucking, his cock remains a tight fit. your hole gapes around his veiny shaft, utterly small and struggling and fluttering. he releases a grunt, then, pitching his hips slowly despite the physical ache it causes. and even with the measured thrusts, he finds you trembling and crying from being filled to the brim.

DOTTORE !

dottore is a keen observant. and perhaps that is an innate nature that shapes who he is today. there are things that he realizes only after thorough scrutiny. and one of his favored thing— or person— to observe is you. he has been aware of how small you are ever since you’ve started to stand meekly beside him, hoping to get a good look on his experiments while trying your hardest not to be a nuisance. it’s such a foolish little thought: one that has managed to slip through the piles of ideas inside his brain and one he’s more than willing to carry out for the sake of his curiosity.

it has taken him only a few tweaks to use the clones fit to accomplish the experiment. this particular study gives no relevance to his existing ones, and yet it has brought him great pleasure to see you fucked out and senseless by his segments lining up to shove their cocks in you. dottore overlooks the whole experiment, rejoicing at the sight of your puffy cunt expanding based on whose cock and how large said cock is while fucking and abusing your walls. you look so good on his table with your pussy leaking from too much cum jammed inside it. the loads of his segments are an unstoppable current, thick in consistency and languid in motion while running down from the table. an experiment of self-indulgence— one that will keep him awake and one he will continue observing.

PANTALONE !

he likes to measure things. especially the mora that flows in his hundred bank accounts and in snezhnaya. for a man as ambitious as pantalone, seeing the actual size of something gives his ego another shove. he’s probably not the only one who have seen it, as it is palpable whenever he observes how the other harbingers look at you. the difference in your height is one that is not hard to miss— and most certainly the reason that drives him in a frenzy whenever he fucks you stupid.

pantalone grows a habit of pushing the back of your weakened thighs to display your pretty little cunt. before fucking you senseless, he’d press his cock just above your pussy lips, as if measuring how deep he’d go once he’s sheathed inside. he has the image tattooed on his brain, and yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of its sight. you can say it boosts his pride, fucking you with his sheer length, watching the pulsing veins around his shaft shape their thickness on your plumped pussy. until he’s out of order, going ballistic with lust. he fucks you with a need of one deprived man, savaging you to the point of surrender. because as much as he loves the sight, he loves how you cling to him and rake your nails from his back to his buttocks more. you love it as much as he does. and there is no denying, especially when you lock your legs around his body, securing that his cum would go straight to your perfect cunt and nowhere else.

TARTAGLIA !

tartaglia has nothing but adoration whenever you wallow in his wildest fantasies. which sometimes makes him think that it is due to your work as a handmaiden in the palace. although he has not heard any objection from you, this particular fantasy he’s been concealing for so long planted doubt on his mind. and so his joy had been immeasurable after obtaining your approval.

he was not wrong, though. it is truly a magnificent sight. tartaglia finds it fascinating how your pussy seems only slightly bigger than the crown of his cock in his current form. you can barely take him in: pussy hole stretched and gaping around his tip. the pre-ejaculate he’s squirting since earlier seems almost enough to pump your womb swollen. for a second he fears that his cock wouldn’t go in, debating whether he should change back on his human form instead. but you have urged him to go on— giving him full consent to ram his whole length in you. with patient thrusts he did— or at least tried to do so— until he couldn’t endure it any longer and pistoled his hips between your thighs, penetrating your cunt to the root and pumping thick loads that looks exactly like pre-cum. you have a long night ahead of you, it seems.

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k0komis · 1 year

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❦ Control ❦

Pairing: Tartaglia, Dottore, Pantalone and Pierro with Fem-Bodied!Reader (separately)

Synopsis: You belong only to them, and how do they make sure you can't escape? Contains bonus NS.FT for every character.

Warnings: MINORS BEGONE | Yandere themes, Manipulation, Dark Content, Dub-Con, Sexual Content, Misuse of Medicine (Dottore), Financial Dependency (Pantalone), Breeding (Pantalone), Kidnapping (Tartaglia), Unhappy Relationship, Pierro's one is vague because there's not much canon stuff about his personality

.｡.:*♡ It takes no words to know that Pierro is dangerous. He'll tell you about how dangerous the world is, and then he'll remind you that he's worse. You can't run away from him. It's instilled in your very being that no matter where you hide, he will find you and dig his claws deeper and deeper into you. His presence is enough to make you cower in fear of what might happen if you disobey him.

.｡.:*♡ Every time you have sex with him feels like he's devouring you. He's extremely silent, he neither degrades not praises you. He knows what he wants and will take it from you whether you like it or not. He's big and he knows it, he also knows it's painful for you to fit around him, but look into those scarred eyes of his and you'll know he enjoys your pain.

.｡.:*♡ Truth be told, Dottore hates the thought of losing you. You were the most beautiful specimen he's seen, the most detailed book he's every touched. And he wants to keep you to himself, for eternity. So if you find your health rapidly decline, to the point you have to depend on another human being, know it's the Doctor. He'll make you terribly sick and then spend hours tending and curing you. Just accept his thoughtfulness already, not like you'd last a second without another one of his syringes piercing your veins.

.｡.:*♡ Oh how he loves seeing you shiver in his arms from the aphrodisiacs he just gave you. He loves your squeezing your eyes shut and trying to not give yourself in to what your body wants. His grip on your hips were cold and demanding, travelling lower and lower with every single second. He shushed your whines, licking away the sweat collecting at your jawline. He felt excited, thinking about just how adorable you were completely dependent on him. You need him for your pleasure too! And all that excitement was travelling straight down to his crotch. He would cup your ass, whispering sweetly in your ears about how you need to pleasure him first to receive his kindness.

.｡.:*♡ The Regrator is a master tactician. Pantalone knows the exact way to keep you with him, and he had kept his patience and built up to this very moment. The harbinger had been sponsoring your every move, sabotaging any methods through which you could've earned for yourself. He makes sure you feel indebted to him, and worship him for the kindness he shows you. And every time a spark of hesitation shows up in you? He'll threaten to cut off any money he's giving you- He'll remind you of your family who won't be able to provide fir themselves in this snowy land. He loves you to the depths of abyss, and being your sugar daddy both helps you out and keeps you bound to him.

.｡.:*♡ Pantalone loves seeing your tearful eyes as his dick is rearranging your guts. He loves how you're unable to complain as your simply paying him back. He scolds you for not being used to his affection yet, considering how many times you two had sex. He promises to fill you up- and he'll say that as if he's doing you a favour - and he'll tell about how you don't have to worry about the expenses of having a child. After all, even if you dared to leave him, you're not heartless enough to abandon a child, are you?

.｡.:*♡ Tartaglia never understood why you seem to be scared of him. He thought you were fragile, so he took his time to be protective of you. What do you mean that man wasn't threatening you and he needn't kill him? Soon after one point, he was getting tired of you trying to shove him away. He simply decided to take you to his homeland and keep you safe in his quarters. He silenced all your pleas and cries with affectionate kisses, raking his fingers through your hair as you sobbed on his lap.. Snezhnaya was a little harsh to newcomers- but he was sure you'd adapt in a few weeks. But this nation also helped him in a way- you'd never be able to escape without the help of Fatui. And which Fatui would disobey a harbinger?

.｡.:*♡ He loved tying you up. There was something that made him feral seeing you struggle against your bonds. He felt proud of himself for finally making you his. There was no where you could go to now, and nothing could possibly hurt you- except him, that is. He had promised you that he'd always entertain you, and he proved so with his dick. But strangely, he'd always ask for your consent first. A little something that made it feel like you still have an ounce of freedom left. Though it's hard to ascertain if it has any ulterior motive or not.

.｡.:*♡ (Bonus) Tartaglia was like a lovesick puppy. Though he kept you locked, he'd always beg for your affection. He never forced anything on you. He'd sit down beside you and tell you about all the hardships he has faced in his life, and sometimes he'd even borrow your shoulder to cry on. It like... He wants someone to give him time, and since no one in his childhood did, he forced that responsibility onto you- in exchange for keeping you 'safe'.

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Clean-Up (Aftercare)

Diluc, Kaeya, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: I, unfortunately, wrote a lot while being sick. I had fun writing and no fun editing... i tried :-) anyway, i hope you all have a great new year </3 thank you for reading my works :*

ALL SMUT // NSFW // FEM!READER

WC - 2k

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Diluc R.

is a gentleman and does clean you up (always)

Diluc was originally going to clean up the mess he made, the damp rag in his hand is proof of that. He always makes sure to be thorough with aftercare and puts a lot of attention into his treatment of you.

But when he saw your stuffed cunt he just couldn’t help himself.

“Just a taste, darling,” He promised you as he lowered his face to your pretty pussy. That was a handful of minutes ago and now, feeling overstimulated and on the brink of cumming again, you know that it was never going to be just a taste. Diluc was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. It’s seen in the way that he can’t be physically separated from your heat, how he has your soft thighs pried open to fit his large body between.

By now you’re sure that he has swallowed all of your cum and his but, he shows no sign of stopping. With your fingers tugging at his high ponytail, Diluc is only fueled to keep going. He loves the feeling of your damp cunt against his face and how your clit twitches under the impatience touch of his angular nose. The winery owner nearly starts to squirm against the sheets all over again, grinding into the mattress while shoving his tongue as deep into your cunt as he can.

This was supposed to be an innocent act of cleaning you up but with Diluc’s talents, you’re both riled up all over again.

Diluc can sense your impending release, he can read your body like an open book. The way that your thighs tighten around his head as your nails dig into his scalp tells him everything that he needs to know. As his tongue continues to lap up your slit, Diluc pauses to give your clit a brief kiss.

“One more, baby, give me one more,” His demanding begs turn slightly whiny before he sucks your swollen bundle of nerves into his mouth, moaning against the sensitive area. The vibrations are strong enough to make you shiver. Diluc’s eyes roll to the back of his head in pleasure as your hips shoot up and your back arches into his touch. He happily rolls your clit with his tongue, spitting and slobbering all over your cunt as you come undone again in his strong arms.

His sucks get weaker and weaker as your thighs stop twitching around his head and Diluc leaves soft kisses against your cunt as you come down from your high.

“You’re perfect,” He murmurs against your thigh before bringing the rag up to wipe at your dirtied legs. Diluc is soft as he works his way around, gently wiping at any of his dried cum left from the multiple times he finished in you during the night. “my angel.”

His cleaning routine always ends with a pepper of kisses on any part of your body that he can reach. Diluc makes a point to pamper you, to spoil you.

“Thank you, Diluc,” As always, in response to your sweet voice, Diluc pushes you back against the sheets and kisses you until you need air.

Kaeya A.

is an asshole and does not clean you up (half of the time)

“Kaeya!” Your loud cry is quickly muffled by Kaeya’s hand, silenced under his large palm as he pulls you up against his chest. No longer are you bent over his desk but are instead positioned upright as his lengthy cock works skillfully in and out of your poor cunt.

There are obvious reasons why you never agree to Kaeya’s sweet calls that come in the middle of the day. For one, you almost always fuck in his office in the very crowded Favonius headquarters and two, he never takes responsibility for your soiled outfits. But, today was an exception to give in to his beck and call.

Much to Kaeya’s luck, you were in the mood to jump his bones when given the chance.

“Stay quiet, pretty girl,” He grins against your ear, warm breath fanning across your face. Each of his little moans and breaths of pleasure that you catch only cause your thighs to squeeze together tighter. “ah, we can’t have everyone hearing.” His attempt at teasing you doesn’t work the way he intends to with the way he’s losing his grip himself. When your belly starts to tighten and you fall limp in his arms, Kaeya’s always two steps behind you. “I know you’re into that but- oh, fuck me,” The cavalry captain’s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as you cum on his cock. Your tight cunt squeezes him so earnestly that it nearly has Kaeya drooling.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” His pants only get louder as the slaps of his hips against your ass become quicker. Despite his earlier warning to stay quiet, the only thing heard in his room are the echoes of your bodies mending together. Kaeya cums with a sinful moan of your name as his hand squeezes your breast, he makes sure to bottom out inside of you and let his cum fill every inch that your cunt can take.

He can see his cum leaking out and running down your legs (it’s a sight that quickly starts to get him hard again).

“Sorry to make this brief,” Kaeya kisses your cheek and then jaw before carefully pulling out, he first grabs your panties from your ankles and pulls the soft material back up your thighs.

“Seriously?” You can’t hide your irritation at this, at how he expects you to walk around with his cum leaking out of you all damn day. Kaeya kisses the back of your thighs as an apology while two of his fingers push his cum back inside. When he’s done, he pulls your underwear back up your hips. “Kaeya.” Your scolding does little in this situation.

“I’ll make it up to you tonight, I always do,” His cooing works wonders to melt your anger. “besides it’s what you wanted.”

Prior to this, it is what you begged for.

“Whatever.” Despite all your fight, you don’t push Kaeya away once. You allow him to slip your warm sundress back up and melt into each of the kisses he presses against your skin.

For someone who doesn’t seem like he has a moment to spare, Kaeya always makes sure to take his time with you.

Pierro

old man, vvv tradional, will clean you up

It’s not often that the first of the eleven Fatui harbingers fucks you. With his busy schedule, you find yourself sharing Pierro’s bed alone on most nights. Even on the nights when he graces you with his presence, it’s still rare that he will reach out for you in comfort.

When his rough hands do find you, however, you never regret his touch.

The older man is much more experienced than anyone you could imagine, he knows exactly how to work your body and what to say to have you quickly entering a blissful state.

With him above you, his large body plowing into your own, you already find yourself working closer and closer to your orgasm. He’s such a sight for sore eyes with his light hair flickering across your face and the literal stars in his eyes. Pierro gives in to your every demand and nothing could be more attractive.

“My light,” He grumbles lowly into your ear, his thick hips continuing to slam against your ass as the tip of his large cock kisses your cunt. Each forceful thrust causes your toes to curl and walls to tighten around his hard length. However, he’s not deep enough yet. Pierro makes quick work to hook your thighs under his massive forearms, lifting you up against his pelvis so that he can roll his hips into your precious cunt

His balls tighten at the sight of your fingers playing with your nipples, pulling and twisting all while his thumb starts to rub your clit. Pierro’s chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, revealing his sounds of pleasure.

His grunts have more of an effect on you than you expected. Your orgasm is unexpected, catching you by surprise as you cum with his name. The cry is loud and only gets stronger as the tight circles against your clit become quicker.

Pierro doesn’t press any harder or try anything new, he keeps the same pace against your sensitive pussy as he watches with greedy eyes at the sight of his beloved coming undone. He never falls too far behind you and shifts to bend over your body, forearms on either side of your head. Within a handful of thrusts, his hips press against the back of your thighs as his warm cum fills your pretty cunt.

His deep groans and the beautiful sight of his eyes squeezed together in concentration make your heart melt. There’s something about a man so worn in a blissful state that makes your belly ache.

The moment doesn’t last for too long before he’s reserved and closed-off once again.

Pierro glances down at the mess before placing his palm on your stomach. The bulge makes his lips twitch upward slightly and he leans over to place a kiss on your lips.

“You did good, my dear,” He murmurs against your lips before greedily licking at the corner of your mouth. Almost instantly, your lips part and allow him to kiss you more passionately. His hand squeezes your thigh as he licks the inside of your mouth. It almost seems like it pains the old man to pull away. “allow me to clean you up.”

His muscular arms flex as he reaches for a clean towel on the side table, something he placed out before starting this with you. All that is left for you to do is happily enjoy the sight.

Zhongli

another old man, devoted to you, will clean you up

“Your beauty knows no limits as always,” Zhongli carefully lifts your thigh as he wipes at any excess from your previous lovemaking session. The touch of his hands is gentle as he slowly works the softest towelette across your skin. His eyes are half-lidded while he stares at your body laid before him. There’s a satisfied smile on his face, a very small twitch of his lips as he recalls how well he had you.

Earlier you were on your side, Zhongli had your leg hooked over his scaled forearm as both of his cocks fit smoothly into your cunt.

“Look, my gem,” He grunted in your ear, sucking in a deep breath at the tightness of it all. Never before has another being satisfied him the way you do. “you’re doing wonderful.” Zhongli’s encouragement only furthered your pleasure by helping you relax more into his touch. Being stuffed so completely full made your mind hazy, drool spilled past your lips as you started to become fucked dumb on his cocks. Your begs for more, for Zhongli to fuck you harder made the archon’s pride soar. He gave you everything that you wanted and more, he made sure that you were entirely satisfied.

“You’re so greedy but, you’re all mine,”

The archon knows that your greed only mirrors a fraction of his own, a mere pebble compared to a renowned boulder.

Zhongli has to force himself to continue cleaning you up and snap out of remembering the past, he never wants to falter in his restraint when it comes to you. If he keeps remembering what happened a handful of minutes ago then the two of you will end up in the same exact position again.

He focuses on your pretty cunt covered in his cum instead as he dabs lightly around the sensitive area. There’s a loud part inside of him that demands he leaves you as is to ensure that his claim is made for anyone to see. Zhongli has to push the call down, has to embrace you with a warm smile instead of letting his possessive tendencies get the better of him.

For a brief moment, to ground himself, the archon simply runs his sharp nails against your skin. Zhongli traces a pattern that matches his own scales against the outside of your thighs before reaching down to place a gentle peck on your stomach.

Being in such close proximity to how he was positioned before sends his mind reeling again. Zhongli has to bite back a smile as he thinks about how roughly he ate you out, how he showed no restraint in throwing your shoulders over his thighs and shoving his monster of a tongue in your cunt. He recalls the way you squirmed and tightened around him as if he were giving you his cock, he can still feel how he had to pin you back against the mattress to make sure you didn’t move and interrupt his meal.

Still, Zhongli is a gentleman, he prides himself in caring for you and making you feel good. But, he enjoys himself most when making a mess out of you.

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