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makelemonade · 3 days

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THE FATUI’S CUMSLUT

all the male harbingers except Pulcinella

Really it all starts out simple; you were just a simple secretary for the Harbingers who worked directly under Pantalone.

So naturally it starts because of him.

He likes talking to you- not like, actually, loves. You’re the only person who’s actually willing to listen to his constant rambles about his theories of currency and he doesn’t know if it’s out of fear or because you’re actually willing but he still finds comfort in it.

It’s so comforting that honestly, it kinda turns him on…like no one has ever actually sat with him and listened to him with such focus that he’s lining over you, both lovingly and sickingly.

How the stress relief starts…he’s bold.

by bold, meaning you quite literally caught him jerking off to the thought of you as you walked into bring him a few papers to sigh, and he was bold enough to ask you for your help; and of course you oblige!

okay now actually onto the actual smut part;

Pantalone, who is probably the second sweetest out of all of them when he fucks you. As teasing as he is, he makes sure to pleasure you.

Pantalone, who just laughs when you say you want to pleasure him instead, and he’ll tell you that your pleasure is enough to get him off for days.

Pantalone, who sometimes just can’t handle all the stress the others push on him and he’ll come find you, bending you over any near substance and prioritizing his pleasure just for a bit.

Pantalone, who can also just push you against the wall of the castle halls, not caring if anyone sees you. He knows the risk turns you on, and he loves it.

Pantalone, who fucks into you so passionately yet roughly; so obsessed with how your tits bounce he just has to grope them as he fucks you. He might even fuck them too, and let you suck the tip of his cock.

Pantalone, who passes this information onto his good partner Dottore, who decides he has to really test out the theory that you’re as good as Pantalone says you are.

Dottore, who decides he’ll need you for certain experiments. You’re hesitant, but he promised he’d never do anything to hurt his loyal assistant.

Dottore, whose experiments are really just seeing how many times you can cum on a drug, a toy, his hand or his dick.

Dottore, who is WAY more teasing than Pantalone and wants to pleasure you, but makes sure his pleasure is always given no matter what.

Dottore, who loves to try any new kink or idea with you. Whether it be bondage, role playing kink- anything! you’re the only one he will do it with

Dottore, who is just so rough on your poor cunt :( who’ll rub your clit as he fucks into you so harshly, the slaps echoing through his lab.

Dottore, who WILL fuck you in front of the segments or have multiple of them fuck you while he watches

Dottore, who then passes this onto his comrade, Capitano.

Capitano, who is the sweetest out of all of them.

Capitano, who yes, does need you for his stress relief but he doesn’t wanna hurt you. Instead, he’ll go at your own pace- he knows his cock is too big for you and is patient to get you ready.

Capitano, who praises the most out of them all. It’s a shock because he’s typically quiet, but a “good girl” will make you cum on the spot.

Capitano, who will only go rough on you once you beg him too, and he will quite literally fuck you like a monster.

Capitano, who is just so big even his fingers make you go crazy. He’ll wipe your tears as you complain about how big it is and he’ll try his best to soothe you.

Capitano, when rough, goes absolutely drunk on your pussy and fucks his cum into it for hours even if you’re too overstimulated.

Capitano, who’s coat is so big that when the others aren’t using you, he’ll have you sit on his lap during meetings and wrap his coat around you- hiding how you’re warming his cock, or sometimes he might not even use the coat.

Capitano, who passes this information onto his good friend, Pierro.

Pierro, who could be the sweetest if we considered this in terms of how gentle they were when they fuck you.

Pierro, who is actually practically monsterfucking you whenever he chooses to use you.

Pierro, who is sweet because he doesn’t like to use you a lot- he knows how much the others do and how much it makes you sore so instead he’s the king of aftercare, making sure you come to him after them if they don’t take care of you so that he can.

Pierro, who sometimes just can’t help it because he’s too stressed out, and has to bend you over his desk and fuck you for hours.

Pierro, who does care about your pleasure just a bit, but you are his stress relief aren’t you? He’ll remind you as he cums for the nth time in you, you a babbling a mess.

Pierro, who isn’t really as kinky or exhibiting as the others and likes to fuck you in the comfort of his office. However, he may steal Capitano’s idea and slowly and subtly bounce you on his cock while you’re under his coat, hiding from the others.

Pierro, who’s dick is just too big that the moment he even lets the tip in you’re already going absolutely drunk on his cock.

Pierro, who notices Childe’s recent sickness caused by his delusion, and suggests a reason for him to finally relax in certain ways; you.

Childe, who is the last on the list of being the sweetest.

Childe, who sure, he’ll praise you when you do so good and degrade you just how you like- will use you the most out of all the men

Childe, who is just soooo tired and stressed and he needs your pussy to suck his cock in at least once every hour.

Childe, who will have you cockwarm him as he does his work and spanks your thigh when you try to get some relief and tells you to be patient and that he’ll tend to you once he’s done.

Childe, who does care about your pleasure and makes sure to make you cum first, but the real reason is because he wants you overstimulated so you can cry and beg for him to stop- it turns him on because you know you don’t want him to.

Childe, who will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. The lounge rooms? Every couch has been used. The kitchen? You’ve been bent over every counter? The halls? He’ll hold you up and fuck into you.

Childe, who does not care if someone sees or hears you two and will purposely make you scream so the subordinates outside his office can hear and remind them that they can’t have someone as gorgeous as you.

Childe, who even if it seems like he sees you as his cock sleeve, does care about you and makes sure you get good aftercare and will massage you- him and Pierro are great minds alike.

Childe, who is the one to suggest to all of them to use you when they’re all in the castle.

You, who by the end of the day, is a babbling mess; you’re covered in their cum while some of it dropped out of all your holes. There were honestly hundreds of bite and hickey marks littered over you- your neck, thighs, tits, ass, hips. It’s insane. and all they can think about is how they can’t wait to continue using your slutty pussy.

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope

Diluc, Ayato, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: this took me ages to write (cough cough ayato) and even longer to edit but i dont care i love this trope... i hope you like it too </3 i love mean m3n! the whole ‘oh i dont think he loves me but he actually does’ is so fun.... so fun

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

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Diluc R.

“Where is my wife?”

The echo of Diluc’s demanding tone as he enters the Winery almost makes Adelinde flinch. From all her years of caring for the young owner, she knows too well what a sensitive spot you are for the man. The head maid tends to keep a watchful eye on you both out of the kindness in her own heart even when you and Diluc are in somewhat of a quarrel.

“In your study,” Adelinde doesn’t look at Diluc as she continues to dust a lamp, she works diligently but keeps her ears sharp all the same. Nothing ever slips out from under her nose.

A gentle smile appears on her lips as Diluc passes her and heads straight for the large doors of his office.

“Where were you?” Diluc’s anger is something you’ve come accustomed to lately. Over the course of your relationship from mere acquaintances to forced husband and wife, you’ve never noticed how well you manage to step on his toes.

“Where was I?” You repeat while continuing to flip through one of the romance novels Jean recommended to you. Your husband came in at such an awful time, right in the middle of a scene full of tension and declarations of love. A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you close the book in hopes of picking it up again later.

“We have an arrangement at six o’clock in front of the gates every day,” Diluc does little to hide his frustrations, that much is clear to you as you finally run your eyes over his tensed form. He stands tall in front of you on the opposite side of the desk, his large arms flexed from where they’re crossed over his broad chest. “have you forgotten?”

No, you have not.

Today of all days, you wanted to have a few extra minutes to yourself so you left work early and practically ran home. It’s not that you didn’t want your husband to accompany you like he does most days but, you really wanted to finish your new novel in peace. You never imagined that Diluc would care this much about your absence.

“It appears to have slipped my mind,” You try to give him a kind smile, an innocent gesture but Diluc knows you too well. He sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the headache that is forming.

“I thought something had happened to you,” His outburst surprises you but, you don’t let it show on your face. Diluc’s protectiveness is something you’ve always been aware of yet it manages to catch you off guard every time. As time goes on, you think you’ll start to become more accustomed to it. “you know of the dangers that lurk out there.”

“I am capable enough to make it home by myself, Master Diluc,” You reach for your book again but Diluc is quick to clasp his hand over your own, he pins your wrist down against his wooden desk and tries to keep the anger in his eyes leveled with his fiery hair.

“I told you not to call me that,” There’s a slight defeat in his voice, one that almost makes you feel guilty for teasing him. He hates it. The name makes him sound like a stranger to you, it makes him think that you don’t see him in the same light. Diluc always hoped that you would return a mere flicker of affection in the candle that is his love for you. However, he doesn’t like to fool himself. “do not leave me waiting tomorrow. I will pick you up at six o’clock.”

“Alright,” You sigh and gently place your chin on your palm, elbow resting against his large desk. Diluc looks you over with hard eyes as if he is mentally contemplating his next move. You expected him to head straight for the door and leave, to start the same nightly tasks he always runs off to when he drops you off at home. He doesn’t.

Instead, the winery owner takes a step closer to you and grits his teeth. He bends down with little hesitation and places a harsh kiss on your cheekbone before leaving the study with a soft click of the door. His affection catches you off guard, causing your heart to thump in your chest.

Every day he wins your heart over a little more.

By the time Adelinde pokes her head in a few minutes later, you’re still not sure if you have wiped the surprise off of your face. The head maid gives you a gentle smile as she pretends to dust a book, offering a piece of advice and a grim reminder.

“Lady (Y/N), please try to understand where he is coming from. If something were to happen to you, Master Diluc would lose his family all over again.”

K. Ayato

“Your marriage cannot fail.”

There were many rules and guidelines set for you and the Yashiro Commissioner on the premise of your alliance. Above all, you were sworn to protect the name of the Tri-Commission. The two of you are to maintain the facade of a happy marriage in the face of the Narukami population and the entirety of Inazuma.

The rule itself is very simple but, places an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders. You fear that you’ll one day be crushed by the severity of the situation.

At least, your husband tries his best with you.

“Are you retiring for the evening, dear?” In passing, Ayato stops you as he heads for his office. He offers you a kind smile and a delicate brush of his fingertips against your elbow. You nearly shiver at the contact over the material of your clothes.

“I am. Will you be joining me?” Eight months of being married to him and you have learned not to expect anything. It prevents the bitter heartache that forms every time his face slightly drops and his ounce of affection for you reverts back into professionalism.

“Forgive me but, I will not. I need to finish reviewing a proposal from the Kanjou Commission.” His hand leaves your arm and falls pitifully back to his side. It’s as if the mere thought of being a husband closes him off to you.

“I see.” You know how he despises small talk and would just rather get to the point so you ultimately end the interaction for him. There is no fight coming from your side, no fit that is thrown, you simply continue on with your life.

“Good night.” As Ayato leans down and gently kisses your cheek, he firmly holds onto your bicep with a soft squeeze. It’s a flash of love that leaves your cheeks warm and your heart fluttering as he excuses himself and makes his way toward his office.

No matter how much you want to believe in him, you can’t help but think that everything is all for show.

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you that night, it never does when you’re set to spend it alone. The utter silence of the bedroom causes your boredom to hit an all-time high as you stupidly decide to seek out your husband.

Hours ago you were mentally cursing his existence while simultaneously bathing in his affections and now, you’re reaching out for him again.

Do you want him or not? Do you love him or hate him?

You really don’t know.

“Wife, you’re still awake.” It takes Ayato a few moments to greet you after you enter his office. The quiet noise of his door sliding shut pulls him away from his work for the briefest moment as his blue eyes glance over your body. Ultimately, he looks back down at his paper and then attempts to organize his thoughts and desk by neatly stacking the scrolls. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Ayato holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly place your fingers against his own. He takes the inch you give him and turns it into a mile as he tugs you toward him.

You kneel beside him now and through the force of his pull, you begin to lean against his shoulder. Under his touch, you become stiff and it causes your husband to laugh.

Your head starts to hurt at trying to read him.

“You confuse me,” You whisper as Ayato cups your cheek, despite how you keep your eyes glued to his table, he has no problem selfishly forcing you to look at him.

“I confuse you?” He repeats and slightly tilts his head while looking you over, like this his face is inches away from yours. “How can I possibly make myself clear to you?” His quiet murmurs don’t distract you from the way he’s lowering his face. You stop him before he can get any closer.

“That is what I mean, if you touch me so easily I will misunderstand your feelings.” You attempt to move from the tight grip he has on you but, you can’t get free. “Don’t kiss me if you don’t love me.”

Ayato merely hums and loosens his grip on your shoulder. At the chance to put some much-needed space between the two of you, you ultimately fall back against the floor. Your husband follows quickly and once again latches onto you as he places his arms on either side of your head.

His soft lips hover over your ear, brushing along your cheek before he places a soft peck on your jaw.

“I kiss you,” He watches your every move as his hand cups your cheek. The slight of you nervously squirming does more to him than he cares to admit. “because I love you.”

Pierro

“Enough with the unnecessary dramatics.” Scolding you is something of second nature to the first of the eleven Fatui harbingers. He picks you apart and molds you into the perfect shape until that shape no longer holds any value to him. When he finds a flaw, Pierro starts all over again. “Crafting when there is work to be done, have you no shame?”

For as cruel as he acts, your husband is utterly obsessed with you.

He glares down at you, and at the ceramic flower pot you poured your heart and soul into creating for him, with hostility in his eyes. Your caring hands shaped a perfectly sized holder, one in perfect condition and your husband will be sure to put it on display within his office. It will be perfect on his desk and when he misses your companionship, he will be sure to look at it and remember the fondness he holds for you.

Even if you hate him all the same.

“What work do you expect a lonely housewife to be doing?” The fire in your eyes rivals the flames that once burned his nation to the ground. Despite the fight in your soul, Pierro will have no trouble shaping you back into order. You grit your teeth at him, nearly barring your anger and the harbinger finally puts his paperwork down to look at you.

You’ll never understand him and he’ll never understand you.

All this started because you wanted to give him a stupid gift that you now deeply regret. You thought that if an ounce of kindness could touch his heart then maybe he would show a drop of affection, a mere plop of something that isn’t disappointment towards you.

“I expect you to keep this house in order.” His voice is hard, set in stone, as he shifts his shoulders back to sit up even straighter in his head chair. “You can’t possibly be doing that when you are distracted by irrelevant tasks.”

“You are a stupid old man,” Your glare is fierce as you curse him and mentally curse the Tsaritsa for setting your fate. This is a loveless marriage, a misalliance. How could she have done this to you?

Pierro’s eyes narrow towards you as he waits for you to finish your tantrum, it ends with a loud slam of his office door. You have, no doubt, retreated to the room you call your ‘own’ despite being forced to share a room with him. The man would lock your door if he could, to keep you out of your room and instead by his side. But, above everything, your husband does deeply care about you and tries to respect your space.

His affection has since grown for you after he met you, months before he lifted the veil off of your face during your marriage ceremony. Only the Tsaritsa could have blessed him with such a gift, a treasure that he will be sure to spoil until the end of his days.

No matter how strongly you fight him, how much you resist, his love will never dull. If only his feelings were strong enough to get through to you.

Later in the evening, Pierro finds you again. He discovers you curled up under your blankets, a pillow hugged to your chest and another pressed against your back. He has no issue ripping the pillow away from you as if the offending piece of furniture was daring to hide you from him. There’s little struggle in the way he picks you up in his arms, scooping his large forearms under your thighs and back to hold you against his chest.

He doesn’t blink as he walks past stationed Fatui subordinates to your shared bedroom, he doesn’t even flinch when you jolt awake and then sulk in his arms. Without a fight, you let him place you on the right side of the bed before he heads toward the door and locks it.

While Pierro gets rid of his daily attire, you choose to glare at the duvet. Your frustrations don’t last long when you catch onto his armor now painting the floor. The sensual drop of each article catches your attention quickly and you don’t hide the way you stare. Anger be damned, you want him.

Your husband has to pretend not to notice your lustful gaze. Somewhere in his chest, his pride surges at the way your eyes run over his tanned skin. He teases you and takes his time with finding his spare clothes for sleep.

But before the harbinger can even think about getting into bed, you’re already behind him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist. You don’t shy away from your affections as you press your face into his muscular back and dip your hands down towards the front of his pants.

It’s as if the beloved and feared Tsaritsa knew exactly what she was doing when she paired the two of you together. Through love and hate, she made the perfect match.

Zhongli

“Please get those glaze lilies out of my sight.” The beautiful flower, delicate and pure, reminds you of all the things you are not. You can’t stand to see them paraded in a vase, decorated by your husband as he tends to the flowers more than he has ever tended to you.

Zhongli freezes at the harsh tone coming from your lips, he turns to you slowly with confusion etched into his features. His hand which was once gently holding onto the petal of the flower falls to his side.

“I don’t understand.” Although he tries to read you and figure out where you are coming from, he simply can’t.

“I am tired of those flowers and I hate looking at them.” Resentment pours out of you in buckets, years and years of self-hatred boils over at the mere glance of a petal. You accepted that you would be stuck in a loveless marriage the second the Adepti arranged this misalliance. In their eyes, and all the eyes of the archons, you are nothing more than a tool. Almighty Morax needs to produce offspring, who better to satisfy him than a healthy human?

But, much to your relief (and despair), you’ve never once spent the night with the man yet. Not in all seven years of your marriage have either of you gotten as close as a kiss. There must be another in his heart, someone he cares for but could never have, you’re sure of it.

From the beginning, you accepted that he would never love you or cherish you the way you secretly wish that he would but, that doesn’t mean you can stand to watch how he fawns over fucking glaze lilies.

“Where is this hostility coming from?” Zhongli rises from the floor, from where he was on his knees tending to his beloved bouquet. Anger courses through your veins and causes the tips of your fingers to shake. How could you ever explain it to him?

“Are you married to those flowers?” Your question makes the archon tilt his head before he glances back at the large vase.

“I am not.”

“Then why do you touch them more than you touch me?” Through your frustrations, you missed the slight widening of your husband’s eyes. For a mere second, he finally got through to you. “You love those flowers more than you love me!”

If you’re getting this upset because of him, feeling jealousy and envy to the point that it nearly swallows you whole because of him-

“Does this mean that you have feelings for me?” Zhongli calmly looks you over but, he is anything but calm on the inside. Nothing about him right now is rational as he mentally fights back the primal need to have you. He has adored you since the second he laid eyes on you, not that you would ever notice.

You look absolutely revolted by his question and you try to swat it away with the back of your hand.

“What?” Nothing about you is prepared for this situation or the way Morax is closing in on you. For each step that your husband takes, you take a step away from him until your back hits the window built into your wall. Zhongli towers over you and braces some of his weight on his hands placed on either side of your head.

“Do you love me, wife?” He shifts his head forward, tilting his face down so that his hair covers his eyes. You hold your breath. His sharp nose runs along your jaw before guiding your head to tilt back. “Do you acknowledge me as your husband, finally?”

You place your hands flat on his chest to try and push him away but try as you might, Morax does not budge.

“W-Why would I love you? You don’t even love me?” Your scoff and lies do little to hide how fast your heart is racing, to hide the flustered state you are in.

“I don’t love you?” He murmurs before his fingers come up to cup your jaw. “You were the one who picked those flowers for our wedding, it is through my love and my love alone that they’ve been preserved for so long.”

“Your love for another.” You confirm with hard eyes and the sight, along with your answer, makes Zhongli click his jaw. He tightly presses his lips together before letting out a quiet and defeated sigh.

“My love for you.” At long last, the truth is out. The secret Zhongli has cultivated and tended to for years is revealed because of your childish outburst. “Don’t you understand?”

You can’t form any words back as all you do is gape at him like a fish out of water. Zhongli takes the matter into his hands furthermore. His fingers tilt your chin up and force you to look up at him. There’s nothing but pure adoration in his bright eyes.

“If I may, allow me to show you, dear wife.”

#diluc ragnvindr x reader #Kamisato Ayato x reader #pierro x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #pierro x you #zhongli x you #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #diluc x fem!reader #ayato x fem!reader #pierro x fem!reader #zhongli x female reader #sad another idea I loved writing and then hated when I read it back LMAO

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bunicate · 6 months

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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.

#will edit dis tmrw #૮꒰ ๑´ତ `๑ ꒱ྀིა #tw:incest #pierro x reader smut #pierro x you #pierro x reader #pierro smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #female reader

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prettypinkpuddles · 1 year

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gimmie a rough time

can we just… just imagine the soft boys getting rough, like dark eyes, serious tone, cocky grin and all… omg thoma with a cocky ass grin as he commands you what to do.. ahh~<3

please enjoy! i did! ⭐️

you held your legs open, digging your nails into the back pits of your knees as you tried to keep quiet as your husband directed. felt your hole being constantly stuffed with his cock, the sticky mess of his lust for you coating part of his pelvis and your thighs, your core puffy and inflamed from his onslaught of ministrations.

you felt your brain falling apart, keeping your focus on the deep color of his eyes, how they bored into you as he utterly filled you, driving you crazy with how slow and dramatic his thrusts were; pulling all the way out slowly, then slamming back into you for his cock to kiss your deepest walls, fluttering around him to try and suck him in more.

you hadn’t realized he pulled his head close to your ear and picked up your head until he was whispering to you.

“god, you must really like being used darling, cuz’ you’re fuckin’ soaked!” he teased, his fingers tweaking at your nipple.

you squealed and bit your lip, shutting your eyes and feeling your orgasm build up.

“that’s it,” you husband huffed. “go ahead and cum for me. cream around my cock, make a mess of yourself.”

your orgasm flooded your system like a rivulet, a deep heat filling you before being coated by a serene cooling. you shook for a few moments before your legs came undone from your hands.

your husband sat up and clicked his tongue.

“you’re so fucked out, i have to do everything… well that’s okay.”

he grabbed your ankles, pushing them back to your ears and beginning to brush his thumb against your clit.

omg… Thoma, Kazuha, Heizou, DILUC, TIGHNARI, Cyno, Aether, Pierro

#reader insert #genshin impact #genshin x you #pierro x y/n #pierro x reader #pierro x you #genshin tighnari #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #cyno smut #diluc x y/n #diluc smut #heizou x y/n #heizou smut #kazuha x y/n #kazuha smut #thoma x y/n #thoma smut

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aluraveil · 1 year

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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers

Pairings: Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader

PIERRO

When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.

Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.

With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.

The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.

Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.

PANTALONE

If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.

So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.

But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.

When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking. Your

At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.

But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul.

He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him. Not even in your dreams.

It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.

You immediately blacked out.

When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms.

Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.

DOTTORE

If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken. You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.

The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.

When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.

You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.

When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you.

It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin. You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin.

Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.

Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.

Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.

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gojoidyll · 7 months

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Happy Wife, Happy Life

Pierro x F ! Reader

Warnings | sick reader, established relationship, y/n referred to as "wife", pierro being whipped for y/n, fluff, grammatical errors, etc.

Note | y/n is referred to with she/her pronouns !!

"Best to never mention his wife."

"He has a wife," Tartaglia piped up. His dead eyes trailing over to a harbinger that decided to finally give Childe a few warnings.

"Indeed, he does. You'll never meet her though."

"And why is that?"

"Because he keeps her all locked up. Like a pretty bird in a diamond cage. If he does ever bring her out, you are only ever permitted to look. No talking to her, no thinking about her, and definitely no touching her."

Tartaglia hummed in thought at the very obvious warnings being given to him.

He wasn't that foolish.

Though, he was curious.

There was a difference in this fine line. But .. he ultimately decided not to chase the obvious hook.

"Is that why he isn't here now?"

"Indeed, he took some time off for her. Probably because she tried to escape him or something."

"Well, if you have to keep your wife locked up, then I suppose it isn't a good relationship to begin with."

All the harbingers knew not to bring up such topics when Pierro was around though. They didn't want to die after all.

| meanwhile , in another part of snezhnaya |

"Look Pierro! Look what I made today!"

Pierro sat at his wife's bed side. His eyes gleaming with a sort of love that his fellow harbingers never saw.

He knew many rumors that circled around him and his wife. One in particular stating how he keeps her locked up all day.

A part of that was true, but she was free to roam around as she so wishes. In fact, the only reason why he kept her in bed for many days was because of how sickly she was.

It was a terrible illness. One that she was born with. But it didn't matter to him. He just wanted to be with her even though her health was decreasing by the day.

So .. one could say that the rumors of him locking up his wife angered him to no end. Which was why he made it perfectly clear to the other harbingers to never utter such nonsense when around him.

"Another scarf? You certainly become a master at knitting those."

"You think so," she asked a grin. Her eyes looking at the newly made red scarf.

"Do me a favor and give it Childe, alright? He was the last harbinger I have yet to make a scarf for."

Handing it over to Pierro, he looked at the soft fabric for a brief moment.

"Of ... course ...," truth be told he always found it awkward when he would give another harbinger a scarf without warning and without context. Not that he would ever tell them that.

"Do you wish for anything else, my dear?"

She fell back into her pillows. His eyes couldn't help but to look over her sickly form.

"A goodnight kiss," she asked ever so timidly.

A chuckle erupting from his lips when he heard her request.

"If that is what will make you happy."

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #female reader #pierro x reader #pierro #genshin pierro #pierro x you #genshin snezhnaya #genshin harbingers #fatui harbingers

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seakicker · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

who's to say?

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

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

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

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

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

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teataglia · 2 years

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𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐜𝐬

featuring: pierro, scaramouche, pantalone, childe, dottore, capitano x f!reader (separately)

warnings: smut with no plot, vaginal penetration, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight dumbification, breeding kink, degradation, cockwarming, slight exhibitionism, aphrodisiacs (dub con for dottores), all the harbingers are warnings themselves

tea’s note: i am thinking about them :)

𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨 “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫”

pierro loves how obedient you are for him, whether you’re relaxing your jaw enough for his cock to fit snugly down your throat with your lips wrapped around the rim of his base, or how when he comes back from a long day at work and you’re sitting so prettily on your knees in his shirt and no panties, arousal already dripping down your legs as you waited for him. he especially loves how you get after your relentless sessions together, ankles resting on his shoulders and thighs shaking as he folds you in half, pushing his cum even deeper into you as you come undone underneath him for the fifth time that night, he knows he’s fucked you good when you’re crying his name over and over as if it’s the only word you can remember

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𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐫”

scaramouche will always and forever be a brat tamer. he acts like he hates it when you talk back but in reality he lives for it. it’s not that he likes your attitude and sharp tongue, rather he likes being able to break you. he loves the challenge of bending you and your strong will to your knees, rendering you a pleading mess, begging for him and him alone. his favorite thing is when he has you bent over his knee, ass red from receiving countless stinging slaps. he’ll sweetly rub your clit, creating a deadly balance of pleasure and pain, and right when you teeter at the edge of a devastating orgasm, he’ll remove his hand altogether cooing that only good girls get to cum, before edging you repeatedly for the next hour until you’re sobbing and messy, just how he likes it <3

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𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 “𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫”

regrator is your biggest fan in general, but your harshest critic in the bedroom. he loves whispering the most degrading, embarrassing things in your ear before working his way down your body and torturing your sweet cunt. his tongue is skilled, both at saying exactly what you need to hear but also at pleasuring your folds. he isn’t afraid to get dirty and loves the taste of you, stopping at nothing to bury his head between your legs. when you try to close your thighs to stop the onslaught of his laps, he’ll pry them open and hold them down, forcing you to take what he has to give. once he’s had his fill drinking in your essence, he’ll plunge into you without any warning, spreading your walls even more than his tongue did and when you cry out from overstimulation and try to crawl away, his strong hands will grasp your waist holding you still. he’ll kiss your tear stained cheeks and whisper into your ear, how could a dumb little whore’s pussy be so tight?

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𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚 “𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞”

childe has a breeding kink. he wants a big family and will pump you full of his cum until it’s spilling down your thighs and staining your sheets. what gets him going is thinking about your stomach swelling and your breasts growing plumper and more sensitive. what gets him going even more is when you tell him you want the same thing. when you beg for him to finish inside, or wrap your legs around his hips right as he’s about to release, forcing him somehow deeper into you, he’ll lose it. his thrusts turn sharper and more pointed, angling towards the spot he knows will have you writhing under him and clawing at his back. after he pulls out, he watches how his seed seeps out of you, decorating your slit. his fingers run up your lips, collecting the mixture of his and your juices and pushes them back into you, plugging you up so you feel nice and full. full of him.

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𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫”

dottore loves to experiment on you. he’ll hand you elixirs and potions and you’ll drink. with clipboard in hand his cock deliciously stretches out your hole. he’ll tell you to count how many times your walls flutter around him as he’ll run tests on your sensitive spots, biting your neck, sucking your nipples, pulling your hair. if you lose track, which you normally do, too overwhelmed and hypersensitive from whatever you drank, he’ll pull completely away from you, only using his fingers and tongue to force wave after wave of unbridled pleasure from you. he loves to hear you cry and adores the taste of the salty tears that flow freely from your eyes, while you can do nothing but take it. in fact you want it - want him, and he won’t stop until he sees fit. he also loves using toys, especially toys that he makes. he’d have dildo after larger dildo lined up for your abused cunt to take, to keep you full and yearning for him.

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𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧”

capitano wants nothing more than for you to keep his cock warm while he’s at work. he’ll shove you under his desk when someone walks in, but any other time he’ll have you sit on his fat dick, stuffing you completely to the brim. he’ll try so hard to stay focused on work, but when your pretty pussy is sucking him in so well, practically begging to get used, who is he to deny? he’ll bend you over his desk, hips snapping harshly against your ass, hand on your back to keep you in place. he wants you now and he knows you want it rough, so as your loving boyfriend, he must oblige. it’s not his fault that his needy princess kept squeezing him so nicely, and it’s also not his job to clean up the mess leftover. it’s yours. you’ll kneel in front of him, licking up all the excess cum that coats his cock, letting not a drop go to waste.

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blueparadis · 2 years

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▏drowning ▏pierro ▏

CWs— female anatomy, she/her pronouns, smut, corruption kink, sub!reader, use of pet-names, cumflation, use of sex toy, anal play, cunnilingus, mention of menstrual cycle; word count — 1k

PRECIS — pierro just wants to show you the greater pleasures of life other than doing chores for him.

NOTES — part of my self-event sizzling sextember collab. I was supposed to post it last week of September, but oh well. thanks to @luvbladez for beta reading !

⌗ tags —» @xshinigamikittenx @garoujo @munsonsins

+LINKS SECTION.

The first time Pierro laid eyes on you he knew you would be promising. With your growing body while others seem to work a week barely you endured the workload for almost a month. He thinks it's cute that you do the chores happily with a smile on your face, and take proper breaks if necessary. He is pretty fond of you, your organized habits, your manner of neat and fresh clothing. Sometimes, he thinks you should be rewarded but doesn't know how?

Sometimes he thinks it is your white innocence that makes him work overnight only to watch you getting all fidgety every time you try to glance at him. It certainly crossed his mind that you might like him, his presence around you, especially when he caught you stealing glances at him as he was buried in paperwork but he was not sure until you accidentally fell scattering all those papers on the ground, some flying in other directions and refusing any kind of help he offered.

He did not ask you again since he was unsure if he would have been able to hold himself back after accidentally having a peek of your cleavage. But a reflex thought crossed his mind: would your nipples be the same color as your lips?

He quickly cleared his throat and went back to his work desk while you adjusted your clothing to hide your modesty. He could not tear his gaze away from you that night. He was thankful for your white innocence that did not let you be aware of his intentions, his raging desires to have a taste of you, your supple skin.

Pierro was avoiding you since that day, he had to so that he could keep his cravings at bay yet he was not fond of the fact that he was jacking off thinking of you, late at night like a teenage boy. Fate surely has its wildcards since he needed to see you for fetching some special papers. He would have called for another one but you were more organized, more accustomed to his ways so it was you in the end.

He tried to keep himself busy, not to look at you but when your melodious voice responded to his beckon, something unleashed within him. “You called for me, my lord?”

“Y-Yes”, he shuttered, lending you a file. You inspected it carefully to know what he was looking for. And as you stood in front of the shelf, Pierro clenched his jaw while his fingers curled into a fist. You were just at arm's length wearing a light peach dress, and he was losing his mind thinking how painfully unaware you were that anyone could see your areola

He had enough of this. “Here my lord, the papers”, his eyes made up to yours. The pile of papers went flying in all directions as he pulled you against his body.

“Tell me you want this?”, he panted against your mouth having his arms snaked around your body. You gasped and breathed heavily at this sudden glimpse of hunger as he proceeded to make you sit on his work desk. “Do you want this, girl? Tell me”, he asked again. This time his palm was resting on your naked thighs illuminating fireworks all over your skin.

“Yes”

And in the very next moment, his fingers were playing with your pussy folds, eyes carefully watching your nipples getting hard at his ministrations while you grabbed the edge of his long overcoat. He could not wait any longer. Even though you were wearing the dress, his tongue lapped over your nipple while his mouth clamped around your breasts. “My lord, please ”, you mewl making him quickly pull away but he was bestowed with a raspy plea, “more, I want more of you”

That night, you lost count of how many times you squirted as he finger-fucked you. He did not want to deflower you yet, not like this. He wanted you to beg for it, beg to take your virginity. You wanted that too. You wanted to be filled with his cum, have his hefty cock buried inside you but fate had some other plans.

“I see.”, pierro uttered, strolling across his table as you told him that you were on your cycle. Now, violence was coursing within him, but he did not want to break you like that or give you to his subordinates after he was done savoring your taste. He wanted it all for himself.

Pierro handed you a teardrop-shaped thing and as he explained what it was for, your mind went foggy and dizzy. He was desperate to have you, to taint your innocence and so were you. It was indeed tough to work with that thing buried in your hole but you managed. You wanted to please him so bad, hear him say ‘Good girl as he plays with you later at night.

With the cool breeze grazing your naked skin, giving you goosebumps it was hard not to let out any squeal while having his cock deep inside your butthole. You were sitting on his lap, legs spread across his pelvic as your naked body rested on his firm chest while he was finishing the last pile of papers. Any little movement sends shivers of pain, and waves of pleasure in your clogged mind.

“I’m done baby girl”, he boldly whispers, adjusting you a little. He smiled as your juices soaked the clothing. His long sturdy fingers clamped around your waist as he guided you on his cock. You both wince at every move yet when he had you bouncing on his cock, mixed cum dripping along your legs he knew he had edified you well enough to own you like a fire owns a moth.

A month later, it became a routine. You were addicted to him, his whispers against your ears while his naked chest grazed yours. And Pierro? He was a happy man. Happy that you would come to him late at night, having him sheathed with your pussy while he finishes his work. He knew he did his job well. You both were drowning in each other's web of charms.

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮One wall, two guys and three fingers in⎮

⏤ Characters: Pierro⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings → sub/bottom Pierro, top/dom male reader, dilf fucking, exhibitionism, almost got caught, size kink, belly bulge, creampie, choking

⏤ 3.000 words

You were in the meeting room of the Harbingers, you have been promoted after the death of Signora. It was the middle of the night, and you knew Pierro would stop here before leaving to his room. You were waiting in the dark, moonlight shining through the windows as you observe the ice glowing gently.

The sound of heavy footsteps reaches your ears as you raise your head, the door creaking open as the white-haired man enters the room. His long coat floats behind him, and the dark fur makes his face stand out, the thin black and blue mask reflecting the rain of moonlight to the walls covered in ice.

Lost in his thoughts, he was unable to see the familiar man sitting on top of the long table, looking at him in amusement. The recent death of Signora gave him even more work, your promotion did help him but the Tsarista was more nervous than ever. He throws the report on the table, and with the strength he used, it slid until it stopped just beside you.

The man left the room immediately, the corridors were empty as nobody wanted to be awake at this hour, as you follow him quietly, you hear him mumble your name. You watched as he stops in front of your room, raising his hand hesitantly to knock at your door but giving up, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrowed. He presses his forehead against the door, exhaling and inhaling shakily, gripping his shirt tightly with his hand, almost ripping the fabric.

As silently as you could, you sneaked behind him, sliding your hand from his hips up to his neck, choking him. He turns around in a hurry, ready to kill you as your hands were still on him, but stopped as he recognizes you. Body relaxing as he leans into your warmth, your mouth kissing tenderly his neck and jaw, moving to the non-covered part of his face. Teeth biting his lower lips as you move your hand to his shoulders, taking off the coat as it falls on the ground with a heavy sound.

“N-no, not right now~”

His hips jerk up as your hands snaked down his chest, rubbing and picking his nipples through his shirt before applying pressure on his crotch. He started to feel hot, panting against the junction of your neck and shoulder as the feeling spread through his body. He grinds his hips into your palm, sending an electrifying pleasure through his crotch, he was so stressed and just your body near his was calming him down. Warm hold being so familiar that he could fall asleep on the spot.

But you were in the corridor, with his coat on the ground as he was pressed against the wall, your hand on his crotch as a small wet patch starts to extend through the fabric of his pants. If someone dares walk through this corridor or go out of their room, they would see the two of you, being so intimate. But this anxiousness is pushed aside when you unbuttoned his pants while your mouth was sucking on his skin, creating red and purple marks.

He was the 1st Harbinger anyway, who would dare say something to him? He could just kill them. He wraps his arms around your waist, letting you grind onto him, mouths open as you pant against his lips. As you kiss, you can't help but grab his long hair, tugging back to access his neck. Your dick grinding against his, too much in a hurry to even think about taking off your pants, the tension was growing until both your hips jerked up suddenly, knees giving out as you cum. You caught yourself with the wall before you could fall, holding Pierro's waist to keep him still. A wet stain becomes darker at the front of your pants, cum sticking to the fabric creating a mess.

Pierro was not in a better state as he step onto his coat, holding your shoulders for dear life as his legs quivered, tick thighs unable to keep him up. As he looks at you, still a bit lost in the pleasure, he managed to grab your neck, slamming you against the wall where he was standing just before. Tongues fighting as drool dribble out the side of your mouths, hands grabbing each other in the hope to take control, gripping hair, ass, or even trying to lift the other up without success.

Fortunately, luck is on your side, and when you tugged him forward, Pierro's legs gave out, making him fall onto you. Your knee in between his legs, his dick rubbing against your muscular thigh as a shiver went up his spine. He curses under his breath as he was not able to stand up anymore, glaring at you as he's forced to hold onto you. Your shitty ass grin pisses him off as he chokes you, trying to make you lose this stupid fight, which only makes you smirk even more, sticking your tongue out, provoking him.

You raise your hand, gripping his neck tightly as if you wanted to kill him, watching as his own grip start to loosen up. And with a chuckle, you start to rub your knee into his crotch, his whole body being held up by your hand around his neck. With a choked gasp, he gives up, letting you control the situation. His mind almost went blank, the air flowing through his body so suddenly made him feel light-headed. He punches your shoulder, his left eye glowing as he threatens to attack you.

You both know he won't, if he wanted to end you, he would not have let you play with him and certainly would not be grinding like an animal in heat against you, the dried-out cum creating a weird sensation onto your shaft. As if you had the same minds, you both start to take off the pants of the other, Pierro carefully taking off yours, as he took some time choosing the best pants that would look good on you, while you just yanked them down without a care in the world. As your pants pool around your ankles, you are already playing with the hem of his underwear, tugging at the elastic before letting it snap against his skin. He scolds you for the noise you are making as you were still in the corridor.

With a sigh, you promise to stay silent as you take off his underwear, letting the shirt on as it was long enough to cover most of his parts. You wiggle your fingers in front of his face, mimicking a scissor motion as you press them against his lips. After all, you weren't heartless, you weren't planning to go in dry. You turn him around, watching as he places his hands for support against the wall, still sucking on your fingers. Your other hand gliding over his body, teasing the most sensitive parts as you admire him, muscles rolling under the skin at any movements, body tensing and relaxing, wide shoulders covered in bites.

His thighs looked so squeezable, as you can't help but grab the soft skin, pinching, your cock twitching as a thought crosses your mind. Immediately, you take off your underwear, your hard cock grinding up his ass as he was trapped by you with the wall in front of him. You spit on your hand and jerk yourself off, before you grab his hip, forcing him to close his legs. And with a mean smile, you slid your cock between his thighs, as you started to move your hips back and forth. It was humiliating for Pierro, being used that way as if he was a nobody. When he was going to complain, you force your fingers deeper into his mouth, efficiently shutting him up.

The feeling was crazy, it was so tight and warm, hugging your cock deliciously as you speed up, your high was near. Until Pierro whimpered.

“Stop, teasing me.

Just put it in, please~”

He was flushing from embarrassment, panting as he could feel you move against him. His cock twitching each time he could see the tip of your cock disappear in and out of his thighs, he couldn't help it when he started squeezing around you, trying to make you stay. He could not focus, the usual bold and smart man reduced to a whimpered whore squeezing his thighs around a big dick. Your hand itched to just slap his ass, dig your teeth into his throat and make him scream, but you knew you needed to be quiet.

You could not wait as you stepped back, ignoring his cries as you thrust two fingers into his hole, the third one joining soon after. Pitying the poor man that was struggling to stay quiet, you grab your shirt, gagging him with it as you spread your fingers, stretching him wider. The harsh pleasure broke his already lust-filled mind. He moaned through the fabric in his mouth, grinding his ass onto your fingers, pushing them deeper as his legs quivered, and his nails scratched the wall.

You were losing your mind too, your cock so hard and precum rolling down the shaft as a drop slid down your leg. You press your forehead onto his shoulder, waiting for him to be reader, groaning and cursing as you wanted to slam into him.

You were unable to see how his eye was glowing, almost rolling back as each groan of yours was going straight to his cock. He could feel your length against his thigh, how you were gripping his arm to stay in control. He was nearly crying from the pleasure, your fingers driving him crazy, but he needed more. You were edging him for so long, he refused to cum just from your fingers, he needed your cock, but you were giving it to him. With difficulty, he spat out your shirt.

“I want you inside-”

He was taken aback when you took out your fingers instantly, and before he knew it, you were spreading his cheeks with both hands, showing off his hole, and you slammed in. Pierro has his eyes rolling back, blown-out pupils, biting his lips to keep the noises in, desperately trying to calm himself. The big man in your arms tearing up, your cock forcing his body to make room for itself, hitting his prostate dead-on. He was full, his stomach bulging, his own cock leaking precum as he was on the edge.

You used his hair as leverage, forcing him to arch around your cock, his hole taking everything. You thrusted at a rapid pace, his soft walls swallowing you whole, he was made for you. Tight enough to milk you dry. You move your free hand to his dick, jerking him off at the same pace of your hips, digging your nail into the slit, watching Pierro bucking his hips, near his release. You continue to shove your dick deep inside of him, reaching further and further in, skin clapping and body scrambling to hold itself up. The thoughts about not making noises flying out the window as Pierro started to moan your name out loud, not caring anymore.

As you feel his walls tighten around you, ready to cum, you hold the base of his dick. The tip flushing a dark red as Pierro's body gave out, pressed onto the wall as you fuck into him. One of your hand grabbing his, firmly slamming it onto the wall to keep your balance, hips stuttering as you feel the first rope of cum fill him up. You thrust deeper and harder, your cock being squeezed tightly, as you cum suddenly. Each rope of cum filling him up more, he could feel it hit his sensitive walls, but he was not able to cum himself, you were still holding the base of his dick. The pain made him cry, begging for you to let go.

You felt pity for him, so you kept fucking him dumb and started to jerk him off, the painfully fast pace as he cries, his legs shaking, the intensity of his orgasm made his mind go blank. His mouth falls open as he half-screamed your name, blow-out pupils losing their focus as he could only see white. The cum landed on his stomach but mainly on the wall, each load adding more and more to the mess. You continue to roll your hips, helping him ride out his orgasm. When you pulled out, the cum flowed out of him, pooling in the middle of you two on the ground, creating another bigger mess.

A satisfied smile stretches out your lips, watching as his grip on your shoulders tightens, almost begging you to stay with him. You hear footsteps coming in your direction and quickly, you grab your clothes, throwing them into your room before picking up Pierro, and closing the door behind you. You stay still, unmovingly, the almost passed out man in your arms looking at you with a dumb smile. You hear the person outside stop and gagging as they complain about the freaks leaving the mess here, especially next to one of the Harbingers’ room.

You tuck Pierro in your bed, lying beside him, closing your eyes as the morning would come quickly. Only two hours after, you were up, dressing back up as you were supposed to accompany Pantalone on a mission. As you leave the room, an idea came to your mind, making you chuckle.

When Pierro woke up, cleaned and nose filled with your scent, he fights the urge to stay in bed, enjoying the warmth you left here, but it was not possible. He changed into his clothes you folded neatly on the side but got confused when he could not find his coat, he grumbles before seeing yours, taking it as he was sure you would not mind. All day, rumours were going around about the 1st Harbinger and the 8th wearing each other's coats. Pantalone and the subordinates with you could only glare at the coat you're wearing in hatred, the owner of the coat sensing people cursing him behind his back.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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talesfromdvalin · 4 months

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How genshin men would talk their daughter out of a relationship with a "bad" guy

Neuvillette. Zhongli, Pierro, Diluc, Ajax, Itto, Dottore. Translate or reblog is alright, but only if you remember, that I may ask you to delete if I would not alright with your blog. Thank you. The place I live most of all.

✦ Neuvilette: "Do you know how hard it is to see your child around a man I've judged?'' - The man's frowning voice suggests that nothing good is going to happen, "I'm sorry to restrict you, as a good parent doesn't do that, but a good parent would also not allow their child to date… like that.''

✦ Zhongli: "You're too young," the man says with his hands clasped importantly across his chest, "and you have your whole life ahead of you, so why not leave the golden time for your studies and friends? Relationships are a very relative concept. I don't think you should be throwing your soul away left and right," he's exaggerating because he's afraid your choices will hurt you.

✦ Pierro: "You chose my employee to be your man…?'' - he can't believe it. Why the hell it is Tartaglia? 'I'll talk to him," in Pierro's case you have no choice at all. His job is dangerous, and the man doesn't know what he fears more - that the sudden disappearance of the harbinger will hurt you or that Ajax has turned out to be the chosen one.

✦ Diluc: "Unless you love him very much…" he says in thought, sighing nervously. No, what the hell is love? It's out of the question. ''Let me meet your chosen one," he calmly persuades, knowing that your boy will probably chicken out before meeting a successful businessman.

✦ Ajax: "You must be joking,'' and he even laughs, believing his own words for a second, but when the man realises it's serious, he thinks twice. It would be nice if the man was worth you - then Ajax would give some advice and let you make your own mistakes and explore the world on your own, but knowing that the bugger is only interested in your body, he straightens up ironcladly and says: ''No."

✦ Itto: "You what! With that sucker! He can't even lift you up! Did I make a mistake somewhere," Itto thinks you deserve better, so he walks around the room frustratedly, "He has no strength or brains! Please think twice…"

✦ Dottore: "You must be joking," he says this with a soft smile, but his eyes glow with anger. Dottore is particularly zealous about choosing the man in your life, and you know that no one can go against his will. So you nod frustratedly. "It wasn't a bad joke," and by 'joke' he means 'attempted'.

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astranne · 2 years

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MY LADY BRIDE !genshin impact

pierro x fem!reader

words // 1.2k

notes // this is part of the #marry a harbinger collab @pyroxeene and i created and part of my lady wife series. the general idea has been sitting too long in my drafts, and now i finally found the motivation to actually finish this. the collab is still ongoing, so if you'd like to participate too, you still have some time!

warnings: only pierro pov, dottore and with him the usual chaos and slaughter that follows him everywhere (a mention of a bonquet made out of limbs)

extra notes // i would be very glad if as many as possible could reblog this, best with tags because i‘m not showing up there 😭 it’s my first time and right before my hiatus… i hope this will solve itself, because i really don’t have the time to worry about this now, not when we‘re flying in two days ._.

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It was the wedding of the year. No matter what the laws of Snezhnaya said, the Harbingers were royals in everyone's eyes. How could they not be, when they directly served under her Highness and led the infamous Fatui?

And when the first Harbinger, the Jester, announced that he would take a wife... it was the wedding of the year, if not the wedding of the century.

The ceremony would be attended by everyone who was anyone. Servants whispered about the most extravagant wedding they've ever seen, or well, prepared. Their words carried wide and vast, and soon nobles, rich merchants, and members of the Fatui heard of the rumors too.

Yet no one dared ask Pierro about the wedding or his future bride. They didn't want to risk his wrath, no matter how curious they were. Well, some dared to. His work colleagues all teased him for finally settling down, and all they got in response was an unimpressed glare. How else should Pierro answer the teasing of the youngest Harbinger? He didn't know much about love anyway, so he should shut his mouth, was what Pierro thought several times about Childe.

Pantalone had been a big part of the wedding preparations, so Pierro wasn't too bitter about the few teasing words that left the younger man's lips. Still, Pierro would've preferred it if they wouldn't tease him at all. There was simply no time for it. Just because he would be married soon didn't mean they could slack off with their work. And they did indeed slack off with their workloads and assigned missions.

The Fair Lady of the Harbingers didn't behave like a lady at all. Instead of getting the gnosis from Barbatos, she sent a letter from Mondstadt, full of mirth and teasing words. Pierro was very close to not inviting her to the wedding.

Dottore wasn't any better and gave him a bunch of limbs, still bleeding and making a mess of the floor. And then he had the gall to call this monsteraty a bouquet and demanded that he give it to his fiancé. He should've just chucked it right in his face, instead of telling his assistant to silently let this mess vanish.

And all the other harbingers weren’t better. Their comments and teasing words just worsened his mood the moment he saw one of them.

But it was his darling lady, his fiancé, his soon to be bride, who always calmed him down. Not that he was a temperamental man, but his fellow Harbingers always brought the worst out of him. Sometimes he asked himself why he was doing this. Sometimes he just... wanted to leave. And he could. Take his lady love and leave the harbingers. But then he watched how Childe almost set the training grounds on fire again and got chased through the palace by the Captain and couldn’t bring himself to leave. The world would end if he didn’t keep them in check.

This is why he tolerated their teasing and domineering personalities so that at the end of the day, he could finally fall into the arms of his darling lady, grumble about his day, and simply enjoy the time spent with her.

Soon they would be finally married and he could call her his lady wife, his love, simply his. And yet, every time he thought about the moment he would call her his wife, his mouth went dry and his heart started beating faster. He was nervous, oh so nervous- what if something went wrong? There could be so much going wrong, and Pierro wanted this to be the perfect day for his love, so she could always think back and remember their wedding day with a smile.

But he couldn’t show it. His face carried the usual scowl, only melting into a small smile when he saw his love. He had to be steady and calm. He was her husband and the strong man in her life. Not that his wife to be needed any protection, but the instinct was still in him. Arlecchino would tell him to knock it off and stop behaving like the stereotypical, overprotective husband. And he knows he is, and he knows he shouldn't be, it was wrong of him to do so.

Of course, he knows this. His lady was strong, a powerful woman in her own right, and yet…and yet he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe and satiated, without any complaints. It was his duty as a husband, his duty to love, cherish, and protect her. And he would. This he promised himself the moment it became clear he would marry her.

—

When the day of the wedding finally came, Pierro planned to prepare himself alone. He could clothe himself. He has always done it.

But then his fellow Harbingers barged into his room, chattering with each other and carrying packages upon packages with them.

"What are you doing?" Pierro hissed. Then he started slowly backing away from Signora’s disapproving gaze at his choice of clothing.

"We’re here to save the day," chirped Columbia, and started humming one of the many tunes he had chosen for the wedding.

"No", he refused, batting Arlecchino’s hands from his hair.

"We definitely need to fix this," mused Pantalone, and started opening the packages they brought in. Then he went through coats and alternations of their harbinger uniforms, always picking them up and holding them in the air, only to put them away after a few seconds.

Pierro sighed and prepared for an exhausting morning, while the harbingers around him chattered and chirped away, eyes gleaming with mirth. They knew exactly that he didn’t want them here, and yet they ignored his silent wish for peace.

—

Time passed fast, and before Pierro truly realized it, he stood in front of his majesty, for she would be the one to bless his marriage. Behind him, people whispered and pointed, awed at the extravagance of his wedding.

And suddenly, the nerves hit. His breath hitched, his hands started shaking, and he started to feel uneasy. He would marry the woman he loved, link himself with her, exchange vows for life-

The sharp gaze of the Tsaritsa pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and he took a deep breath. He couldn’t hesitate now. He had to stay strong and steady for his wife to be.

—

His eyes widened when the doors of the hall finally opened and his darling lady finally showed her in her wedding dress. Her steps were slow, her long veil being carried by two young children, and her white dress falling and folding like a river, trailing after her elegant person.

A small smile was on her face, her hands full with a bouquet of roses, which she passed to one of the children accompanying her. She took his offered hand, stepping next to his right side.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, and the radiant smile she gave in return almost made him gasp. A smile full of love, directed at him. He would marry her; he is marrying her. His lady, his darling, his wife. The woman he will live with from today until his death.

—

And so he spoke his vow, to love and cherish her, to protect and take care of her, till the end of his days.

ASTRANNE 2022

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pineappleandcake · 2 years

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i legit js got this fanfic idea 😭😭 BUT ANYWAYS!!

imagine if like u were a harbringer, and like u were in a relationship w pierro, but yk nobody rly knows that, cuz the relationship isnt publicccc !!!

so like imagine if like a harbringer (any of ur choice) tries to make a move on the reader, and when they do, pierro sees it and tells them that the reader is his ..

idk i js randomly thought of it LOL!!

OMG YESSSS IM FERAL FOR JEALOUS PIERRO<333 THANK YOU ANON

When another harbinger makes a move on you...

Pairings : Jealous Pierro x Harbinger Reader

You and Pierro had been dating for a few months. The both of you kept your relationship a secret for obvious reasons. When the both of you had to gather with the other harbingers you had to keep it professional.

Pierro was always quite rather possessive over you. For example he got really jealous when a certain banker tried to talk to you and give you gifts. Which is exactly what happened during one harbinger meeting.

You were standing and Pantalone walked over to you and began striking up a conversation with you.

You noticed that Pierro's gaze was shifted over to Pantalone and his eyes were digging holes onto his back.

"By any chance are you single?" Pantalone asked.

"They're taken by me." Pierro said as he put his arm around your waist while shooting a glare at Pantalone. "Back off."

The other harbingers saw the scene playing out infront of them. Most of them were shocked after all. Two harbingers dating each other? Unheard of.

Pantalone's expression turned into a frown as he took the hint and walked away to talk to someone else.

Your face was bright red because you were really embarassed at the events of what just happened.

"You know you didn't have to do that right?" You said while giving Pierro a kiss on the cheek.

"I happen to be really possessive of you my dear." Pierro hummed as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "Hopefully now the other harbingers won't make a move on you."

A/N : IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKED ASS 😭😭😭😭

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jinkicake · 1 year

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(have I posted this already? I don't think I have....)

thinking about pierro.... random office smut w the first of the eleven fatui harbingers....

“Quiet, pet.” Pierro sternly scolds down at you as he holds your jaw tightly with his large hand. His finger and thumb dig into your cheeks roughly, forcing you to stare up at him. For a moment, you forget where you are and shift under his touch.

The bitter cold of the wooden table beneath you serves as a reminder.

Right, how could you forget that you were the one who had to calm down the jester after these harbinger meetings? As a healer working for the fatui, this is not in your job description at all.

Money can just be persuasive like that.

Pierro snaps you out of your thoughts as he tugs your hips tightly, bringing you to the end of the table. Your body is manhandled, pulled before him with his core pressed flushed against your own, he looks you over once. His dark eyes drag up and down your body before settling on your bold stare.

He looks to be mentally contemplating with himself and the grip on your sides tightens before he presses a harsh kiss to your lips. It’s not gentle or kind in any way, it’s full of desperation and hunger. Pierro ends the kiss just as quickly as he began it.

He grows tired of waiting and impatiently pulls you off the table before turning you around, forcing you to bend over it.

Your chest is smooshed against the hardwood and you can barely move with his strong hand pinning your neck to the surface. Behind you, you can hear the jingles of his belt and the loud interruption of his zipper being forced down. Air brushes against the back of your thighs as he flips your skirt up, you nearly start to wiggle in anticipation.

“Don’t even think about it,” Pierro warns and spanks you harshly with his hot palm. “you know better than to tease an old man.” You can’t help but whine at the slight self-degradation, Pierro isn’t an idiot. He doesn’t acknowledge it but, he knows exactly what the mere mention of your age difference does to you. “Now, stay still.” He holds his breath as he lines his cock up with your entrance. The hard tip presses past your swollen lips, rubbing up and down to softly nudge your clit.

Then, he slips in the tip, sighing loudly at the feeling before pressing the rest of himself in. His heavy hands quickly find your hips as he doesn’t waste a second in creating a rhythm with you. His thrusts are slow, deeply penetrating your cunt with each snap of his hips. The pace he sets is always perfect, his large body clashing against your own has you clawing at the table as you swear you can feel his heavy cock in your lungs.

“More, more, more!” Your squeals make him laugh, a deep-sounding noise rumbles in his chest. It’s soon replaced with heavy grunts as his hips meet your behind in a quicker fashion.

This is merely stress relief, you don’t get the right to beg.

Pierro will be sure to remind you of that.

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aluraveil · 1 year

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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers

Synopsis : You try to break up your boyfriend, but things don’t go according to plan..

Characters : Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader (Separately)

When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen. When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.

Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.

Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.

But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.

But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul. He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him.

Not even in your dreams. It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.

You immediately blacked out.

When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms. Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.

If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken.

You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.

The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.

You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.

When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you. It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin.

You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin. Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.

Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.

Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.

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cathedral-of-sinners · 1 year

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Insatiable

Kinktober Day 13 - Dry Humping + Pierro

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: Obligatory OOC warning, sub!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns or genitalia mentioned), swearing, petnames (darling, my star), orgasm denial (but like it’s once?), i write 'prepped yourself' but I'm referring to lube

“I’m busy.” It’s a phrase you’ve come to hate yet hear far too often. You understand the responsibility and workload that comes with being the first harbinger, but would it truly be the end of the world if Pierro just looked at you for a second?

“Darling, can’t you see I’m occupied at the moment?” Apparently, it would. Even as you take the familiar seat on his lap, lips littering kiss after kiss against his skin you yield no results. It takes you beginning to shift your hips to finally earn his attention, albeit only a fraction of it.

His large palm rests on your hip as he addresses you, but the words are lost on you, far too captivated by all that is him. Broad shoulders, piercing eyes, not to mention what's concealed beneath layers of clothing. Sat so close, can you really be blamed for venturing far off into your thoughts? Realizing this very thing, his lecture on leaving him dies on his tongue. Taking his silence you use it to say your own piece.

“Pierro, please. I’ve been lonely without you and…” you lean forward, voice hushed as you say your next words, “I’ve been thinking of you and your touch. How you fit nice and snug inside me while you ravish the rest of me.”

Pierro prides himself on his ability to keep himself in check, but that’s as a harbinger. As a man, he could hide his facial emotions all he wants, but there was no he could prevent the little twitch of his cock.

For another moment he doesn’t speak, simply staring at you as he plays with your confession in his mind. Just when you believe your efforts were futile, Pierro appears to come to some form of conclusion. He gives his response with no room for negotiation.

“Very well. Get yourself off. If you can do that much without disturbing me, I’ll reward you just as you wish.” It seemed like a fair deal, something you could do no problem. That and the heat pooling has started to become unbearable the longer you ignored it. So you nod resolutely, shifting around so that every slow grind you do brushes against his growing bulge, chest brushing up against his as you pant at the newfound friction. Surprisingly though, as soon as you start you’re stopped by thick fingers hooking under your chin and a thumb pressed on your lips.

The Jester meets your confused gaze with an even one, steel cold eyes empty. “I said no distracting me, my star,” he warns, waiting a moment before removing his hand, eyes flicking back to the paper in the other. What? You... have to stay silent? Perhaps this’ll be a little more challenging than you first imagined.

Swallowing thickly, you collect yourself, opting to bury your head in the crook of his neck. Receiving no objection to the action, you begin again. Silent.

Minutes pass and you refuse to admit the amount of time you nearly slipped up. A moan, a whimper, a sigh, you bat them down every time. You were lucky to get a warning the first time, but you know that should a repeat of your blunder happen again, Pierro might just stop you altogether before commanding you to leave and wait until he’s done. The mere notion strikes you with dread.

But dammit, it’s so fucking hard to stay quiet! Even covered he feels so damn good.

It’s worth it, you remind yourself, slipping your eyes shut. Yes, it's all worth it if you get a taste of his cock after - either metaphorically or literally you're not picky.

So deep in your task you nearly jumped at the suddenness of his voice, “look at you, making a mess of yourself.” You’re surprised to see his gaze focused on you after so much neglect. Your sex throbs at the new attention and you almost fear he could feel how just a simple look has you so needy.

You're not sure how to respond to his comment, or even if you can respond. Besides, he's right. His eyes no longer look at your half-hidden face but where your sex ruts against his, the growing wet spot hard to miss. If the pleasure wasn't so enrapturing you're sure you'd be burning in embarrassment.

Felling yourself grow close, you grind against the harbinger's bulge faster, chasing the high (how pathetic, cumming without me actually touching you Pierro thinks, silently watching you. He hates to admit it though, but, there's no denying the strain in his pants or how you're riling him up).

Orgasm within your reach, Pierro easily stops your rolling hips the moment he grips them tight. For the second time, you're left confused, pulling back to gaze at him, hoping to read what's on his mind. In one swift second everything is made clear when you find yourself bent over the large desk, papers pushed to make room.

"I suppose," Pierro breathes, hot air tickling the shell of your ear, "this outcome could not be prevented."

With one hand taking hold of your wrists, pinning them above you, the other holds your waist still, his own hips beginning to rut against the curve of your ass. There was something you found insanely hot about how you could feel his hard cock poke against you yet not actually feel the skin. A needy whine escapes your lips the more you think about it. A growl is what you get, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your back.

The First was never one to make a mess, at least not in the way he's about to, but as the coil in his lower abdomen tightens and the rub of his trousers spurs him further on, Pierro is left with a choice. Stop and finally claim you or cum now.

Well, he decides, why not both?

Slowing his thrusts just enough, he pulls down your garments and his, what he sees filling him with amusement, "you prepped yourself?"

You pant, "wanted to be ready for you..."

"Well done..." he murmurs, lining himself up. You're shaking in anticipation, feeling the tip of his cock spread you open. He sheaths himself fully, giving you no time to adjust as he resumes his previous pace. Within minutes Pierro's emptying himself in you, heat flooding your insides, though he never stops, intending to keep going until you cum as well.

The squelch that echoes in the room only serves to turn you on more, as is his persistent thrusts. Feeling him lean forward, you tilt your head to try and catch a glimpse, surprised when the male tips your head more himself, lips finding yours. The kiss is searing, the man above you in utter control of it. It's an eternity before he pulls back, travelling to place a shockingly tender peak against the crook of your neck.

"Cum for me, my star," he whispers, feeling your walls grip his cock iron-tight. The tickle of his hair and the warmth of his breath cause you to moan, the sound only doubling in volume when he hits that particular spot deep within, pushing you over the edge.

As your high washes over you, you rest your head against the desk, Pierro pulling you flush against his hips, set on feeling you spasm around his entire length. Only when you start to calm does he pull out, a mix of your release and his dribbling down your thighs. You nearly let out a cry at the loss of him, hips bucking back in hopes of feeling him “M-more, please Pierro~” you beg, still fighting to catch your breath. The male hums, eyes once more trailing between your legs, watching as his cum slowly flows out of your hole. Even through your haze you can tell where he's focusing on, spreading your legs a little more. Enticing.

He makes a pleased noise, hand groping the cheek of your ass. “Again? My star, you truly are insatiable aren’t you?” With a quick snap of his hips, he slips back in with ease, right to the hilt. “Very well then, you shall have your wish.”

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