#rosalyn smut
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returning home
columbina x cicin mage reader
you return home to your lady.
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Takes place after Signora/Rosalyne’s death / Columbina might be OOC / Columbina has a pyro delusion (have no idea if this is cannon) / Soft sex / Implied Columbina/Arlecchino/Rosalyne / Columbina can kill me and I would thank her.
Snezhnaya was cold, colder than you remembered. Perhaps that was because of all the time you had spent in the other regions. You had forgotten just how unforgiving your nation was. In a way, you welcomed it, if only because it offered you some semblance of comfort. Comfort from the familiar homes and houses, the familiar pink cheeks and noses on the little kids that ran around in the snow.
Familiarity from the Fatui guards stiffly walked up and down their restricted pathways, protecting Oслепленный Дом with their large weapons and bulky bodies. The Damselette was greatly loved by the Tsaritsa, it was no secret. There was no question as to why her mansion was heavily protected.
Your Lady was kind to her servants, you were quick to learn. You had been placed under her service as soon as you graduated the Fatui’s hard and grueling training, and she welcomed you with open arms. The two of you quickly became close, and you were one of her most trusted followers.
Still… there was something about her that ticked the alarm in your head, told you to never let down your guard around her. The Damselette was an enigma.
You nodded to the guards as you stepped inside the mansion, out of the freezing chill and into the warm air that flushed your body cold than hot when the doors shut behind you.
It was quiet, you noticed. The maids walked to their destinations quickly and quietly, heads facing the ground. Nobody looked you in the eye as you walked past.
You immediately turned towards where the Damselette’s office resided, desperate to turn in your report and take a nice hot bath.
Of course, the archons were not so merciful.
Someone grabbed your arm, and you spun around, electro power crackling in the air. It was Polina, a mousy haired girl that worked as a chef’s assistant. She looked up at you with large worried eyes, biting her lip.
“What is it?” You asked, releasing the electro as an attempt to calm Polina down.
“Our Lady is… unusually angered.” She said in a small voice. “It is not wise for you to visit her at this moment.”
You surveyed Polina, taking in the way she held her other arm by her side awkwardly, as if trying to keep it from moving and causing her pain. You tilted your head.
“Did she hurt you?”
Polina’s eyes widened even more. “She- she threw a plate at me when I went to deliver her lunch. It hit my arm.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “Is that not a job for one of the maids?”
“Nobody wanted to go near her. I volunteered.”
Part of you marveled at Polina’s courage, while the other cursed her for her stupidity. Polina had not a vision nor delusion, and had no training in combat before. She could have been seriously injured.
“It’s alright, Лина.” You said softly, letting go of her arm. “I’ll be fine.”
Polina looked at you nervously. “If you say so.”
You smiled at her, twirling around with a swirl of your coat. You had taken your heavy one, with wool ends that protected you from the harsh winds of Snezhnaya.
Carefully, you raised your fist and knocked on the large wooden doors of your Lady’s office. They were intricate, with roses and vines that spread up to the ceiling. Overall, it was a very beautiful door and you took a moment to admire it.
Then, you took a deep breath and the door creaked open, revealing the large dark room. Across the room were large windows that were currently covered with dark red curtains. Although you couldn’t really see the color at the moment, since all the lights were out and the Damselette was lying curled up in her chair, head in her knees.
You approach slowly, stepping softly. “My Lady?”
The Damselette grabs a nearby object and throws it in your direction. You dodge, and the object shatters on impact. “Go away!” She screams shrilly, slamming her fist onto the table. You jump slightly, freezing. What could have happened to make her like this?
“I have my report, my Lady.” You try again, inching closer.
She raises her head slowly, blind eyes not seeing anything as she looks your way. You carefully lay down the finished report on her desk and made your way back to the large doors, before her voice stopped you in your tracks once again.
“Stop.” The Damselette’s voice was cold, and it had lost most of its high, reedy elements from before. There was a dangerous note in it now, as if one wrong move could snap her patience in half and she would go ballistic. “Come here.”
You obeyed, too nervous to do anything else. The Damselette had uncurled from her fetal position, standing next to her chair. She grabbed your wrist and pushed you onto it, wrapping her arms around you as she sat on your lap. Her arms were strong despite their thin appearance and they squeezed you hard. You sat still with your back straight, not really knowing what to do.
Columbina starts humming under her breath. Her voice had turned mellow now, lilting and musical. It made you relax and you melted into her embrace. She started singing softly, a sad love song that told of lovers separated by their opposite personalities. They had always wanted to be together but nothing they ever tried worked out. It brought tears to your eyes.
Your Lady falls silent and you feel tears fall from her face and onto your chest. Your heart clenches, and you want to cry along with her.
“What’s wrong, my Lady?” You ask softly, bringing a hand to run through her silky hair. Normally, you would not dare to act so familiar with her, but you suspected circumstances had changed and this was an appropriate situation.
Columbina raised her head. Dry tears glimmered on her pale cheeks. She brought a hand to your cheek, cupping it. “She’s dead.”
For a wild moment, you thought that your Lady was talking about the Knave, Arlecchino. Then you laughed to yourself, there was no way.
“The Fair Lady?”
Columbina wails, and you wince. You had heard of the Eighth’s demise, and you knew that the Damselette would be absolutely destroyed. Columbina, Rosalyne, and Arlecchino were closely knotted with each other when they weren’t on missions, often seen around together.
“The Raiden Shogun will pay!” Columbina raged. Her pyro delusion burnt against your skin, and you breathed in heavily. The heat was starting to get too much. “I swear to наша Царица if I get the chance, I’ll kill her! Kill her for her evil deeds… for taking Rosalyne away from me!”
Your Lady fumbles with your coat and throws it to the floor, pressing her small hands onto your shoulders, heating them up immediately. She pressed her body against yours, warming you even more. You were starting to feel a little dizzy.
The Damselette starts whispering into your ears. “You’re very pretty, hm? Rosalyne liked you as well. She used to tell me all the time, when you would drop by at times she was here as well… and you’re so very loyal… one of my most trusted advisors.”
You blushed under the torrent of praises and compliments, thankful that she could not see. She’s suddenly too close to you, and you can feel every slight movement she makes. Your body feels feverish, and there’s a heat pooling in your stomach.
Columbina’s hand travels down your shoulder to your chest, then down your abdomen and rest on your hip. Her fingers leave trails of fire that ignite you, and you grip her closer to yourself.
She giggles, her cherry breath on your mouth clogging up your senses. Her lips were soft and sweet, and it was nothing like you’ve ever tasted before. It was addicting and dumbing, as if you were drinking alcohol straight from her mouth. The kiss satisfied a yearning in you that you didn’t know you had, filling you up like hot chocolate on a cold Snezhnayan day (which you supposed it was, since Snezhnaya was cold every day). And yet there was still an urge left inside of you, one that left you wanting for more.
The Damselette pulled away, pressing soft kisses to your jaw and neck. You gasped as she chewed at a sweet spot, and she smiled against your skin.
Columbina played with your body suit, unzipping it down the back and letting the top half fall down to reveal your chest. You were wearing a bra, and she cupped your breasts with her hands, holding them softly. “So soft.” She whispers, and you blush harder.
Your Lady squeezes one of your breasts, and you whimpered. Her lips curled upwards at the sound, and she continued fondling your breasts, enjoying the sounds that escaped your mouth.
“You’re so vocal.” Columbina sounded delighted, the sad notes in her voice hidden behind her excitement. “Like a little song bird. You’re my little song bird, yes?”
You nod, then realize she can’t see, so you say it out loud. “Yes, my Lady.”
Columbina rubs her hips against yours, and a shot of pleasure ran through your body, making your head feel light.
“Precious little song bird.” She breathes, snuggling her head into your neck. “Make me feel good, ok?”
You play with the Damselette’s hair, threading it through your fingers as you pick her up. She’s light, her lithe legs hooking around your waist. You carefully lower her onto the carpeted floor, spreading her out like she was a beautiful work of art. Columbina was, and your breath caught as she tried to find you under her partial blind fold. You brought a hand to her cheek, and she pressed another hand on top of yours.
Your Lady was wearing a short white dress, with thin white stockings leading up her legs and thighs. You hook the end of one of the stockings with a finger, snapping it against her thigh. You took your hand from Columbina’s and crept it down to her hips, slipping under her dress and taking hold of her panties.
You pulled them down; they were already wet. You smiled, leaning down to kiss the inside of her thighs. Columbina whimpered at the touch, bending one of her legs. You grasped it and swing it over your shoulder, allowing for more access to her pussy.
You lean closer, your tongue flicking out against her folds. The Damselette lets out breathy moans, legs shaking slightly against your head. She takes your hair into her hands, her hard grip slightly surprising you.
Then you delve in, your tongue slipping into Columbina’s pussy. You can hear her arch her back as she shuffles under you, head rubbing against the thick carpet.
You continued this routine, inserting and removing your tongue. By now, your Lady is dripping wet, and your mouth is soiled by various fluids. You enjoy the sounds she lets out, voice high and sweet.
She freezes, then throws her head back as she comes. You withdraw from between her thighs, letting her leg fall back to the floor. Columbina lays limply below you, breathing heavily. Her dress was thin, you noticed, and her nipples peeked through the white fabric.
You slip her boat neck top over her shoulders, revealing her breasts. They were small, perfectly fitting in your hands. Her skin was hot like lava, burning under your palms. It was like being close to fire, warm and comforting from the right distance, but overwhelming when you were too close. But it was obsessive, and you yearned for more.
With a slight pop, you took one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking on the pink skin. Columbina moaned as you swirling your tongue around, writhing under your touch. Your knee was pressed against her pussy, and you can feel her getting wet again. You nudged your leg, enjoying when Columbina squeezed her thighs together.
You let go of her nipple, watching as Columbina raises her arms to try to find you. You let her wrap them around you, bringing you down to lay next to her.
“Good little song bird.” She says, fingers tracing the outlines of your face. “Let me make it up to you, yeah?”
“Ok.” You whisper, leaning in to kiss her again.
epilogue
You wake up a few days later with a gift box sitting on your bedside table. There’s a large pink bow pasted on top, and you delicately place it to the side.
Inside is a wrapped something, and a note. You flip the note open, recognizing your Lady’s swoopy handwriting.
For my darling song bird,
Take this gift of mine as a sign of my love for you.
From your lovely Lady,
The Damselette
On the other side was another scribbled line, one that had a different feeling.
Never take it off.
Curious, you open the package and widen your eyes when you see the same partial blind fold your Lady wore. It’s made of soft white silk and you slip it on carefully.
Your heart races at the thought of wearing such a mark, and you find that you don’t really mind.
Fun fact: my native language is Russian. So here are the translations for the random Russian words that appear in this fic:
Oслепленный Дом - Blinded House (I never said I was good at this).
Лина - Lina, short for Polina.
Наша Царица - Our Tsaritsa.
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This work is a part of our Valentine collection ♥️
Summary:
“I’ve missed you,” Kuni mumbles into his mouth as he tightens his hold on Albedo’s wrist.
Albedo breaks their kiss to reply, “I’ve missed you, too.”
Kuni hums, pleased at Albedo’s response. His boyfriend suddenly gets an all-too-familiar mischievous glint in his eyes. Albedo already knows he’s found a smart ass comment to make before he opens his mouth to speak again.
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Albedo and Kuni meet up after class to discuss Valentine's plans, and their conversation leads elsewhere along the way.
Words: 4,306
Rating: Explicit
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𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 . mascs / femmes . 🪞 inspired by gibson girl by e/thel cain . your muse offers rosalyn's ' services ' to high powered people in exchange for money and favors , this is the first time they stay in the room . open to one or two muses .
' are you sure you want to watch ? you never have before . ' perhaps the question alone could be seen as defiance & yet wide eyes remain full of worry , affection they rarely offer in return , as she looks up at them from her spot on the floor , knees already bruised and bloody . ' i don't want you to hate me after . '
#indie rp#indie smut rp#opens.#rosalyn.#idk if this makes sense but i thought of this omw home so#indulge me please
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Deny Me (No More)
Deny Me (No More)
Paring/s: Columbina x Signora (I like to call this ship rosabina)
Summary/plot: Modern soulmate au, 18+, smut, Kindergarten teacher Columbina, single mom La Signora.
word count: 3,112
warnings: Smut (18+), umm kink wise there is orgasm denial and thigh riding (thay was what my friend requested specifically). Also degradation and praise
A/N: This was a request for a friend. I posted it on ao3 and thought maybe tumblr might like it? Literally just a couple thousand words of filth. This ship is a rarepair that i absolutely love- mw and said friend rp it on every genshin au server we're in together and have multiple other rps going for it.
“Hold on a little longer for me, love, just a little longer”. The voice that speaks now, is husky, arousal evident in even just her tone. It makes the shorter of the two swallow, heart beating fast.
The woman beneath her keens, throwing her head back against the pillows of the bed. She cannot see exactly where the taller of the two is, but she can feel her, a lifetime without her sight allowing her to intrinsically feel where the other is. It's also not difficult considering she can feel the others light touches, the heat radiating off of her, the way she occasionally presses against her.
Signora, for her part, keeps her touches light and fleeting, doing her best to keep Columbina on her toes, which proves to be effective, with the way the shorter woman twitches and gasps every time she does so. The noises are beautiful, and they are more beautiful than anything Signora has ever heard, even in her years as a singer.
Gods, this woman should not be so attractive. The way her eyes, even unseeing, flicker to where Rosalyne lays between her legs, the way her fingers grip the sheets beneath her. Perhaps it was innapropriate, but hell, if Rosalyne wanted to fuck her son's teacher, and the woman gave her consent, then she was damn well going to do it.
Besides, considering the fact Columbina wasn't Wolfgang's teacher anymore, it was fine, no? Eh, who gives a fuck? Not Signora, not Columbina. Although there was certainly a lot of different sort of a fuck being given.
Columbina, currently laying almost naked beneath Rosalyne. Rosalyne had a vibrator nestled up in the skimpy underwear still on Columbina's body. It wasn't unusual for Columbina to wear intricate, very pretty and very expensive lingerie. But tonight, Rosalyne had helped her pick something naughty. It was basically a g-string with a little more in the front.
Rosalyne had picked this so she could nestle a vibrator within the underwear without it slipping out. The vibrator was set to the lowest setting, meaning it left Columbina keening for more without being able to reach the edge. Signora had been teasing her for what felt like hours. Really it had only been maybe half an hour, or just a little longer. But it was absolute torture, feeling Rosalyne touching her, fingertips dragging across her skin slowly, not nearly hard enough to give her what she wants, but enough to send goosebumps across her skin and to make that spot between her legs slick with anticipation.
“Rosaaa”, Columbina whines, which, if she were still completely there, she would never have done, as it was utterly below her. But she wasn't her usual self, no, she was horny, aroused and pent up. And she needed Rosalyne to touch her! She needs more than the light vibrations of the toy or the teasing pinches to her nipples. She needed something harder, she needs more fiction.
“Patience, dear”, is the answer she receives, the voice husky, drawling the words out above her. Columbina, not exactly wanting to have to wait, wants to protest. But she knew what rosalyne was like in bed and if she thought Bina needed a punishment or needed to wait, then she'd make her wait. And she didn't want to risk that actually happening. So, she tries not to argue too much, even if she sometimes likes to.
Again, she was far too fucking horny to want to risk it. So, Columbina tries to suppress the pleas that are ever so close to escaping her lips, resorting to whines, whimpers and keens instead, allowing those and her body language to show just how desperate she is.
Rosalyne licks her lips at the sight of the shorter woman splayed beneath her. Oh, she had so, so many things she wanted to do to her. But, she has to try and think at least a little clearly. She has plans, she knows what she wants to do tonight, she cant let herself get distracted by the sight of her lover (girlfriend? Partner? Bah, Rosalyne doesn't even want to try to think too hard on labels).
She hums, and shuffles back to lay between Columbina's legs, gripping the others thighs for support. Bina, for her part, gasps at the contact, opening her legs a little more, both to give Rosa more room, and hoping it conveys her desperation. Rosa hums, and presses the vibrator more firmly against Bina's folds, making sure it has direct contact with her clit before she reaches for the remote, and turns it up nearly all the way.
“Ah- f-fuck!” Rosalyne smirks at the reaction from Columbina, watching her back arch, her head thrown back and mouth open as she tries to grind against the toy.
She giggles, and knows what she is planning is cruel, but she truly can't help it. Besides, it just means when Bina finally gets her release, it will be that much better.
Rosalyne licks and kisses the others thighs, the skin slick from excess arousal that hadn't managed to drip onto the sheets from when Columbina had been rubbing her thighs together. She leaves marks in only places she gets to see, making sure to kiss and lick them better. Each touch of lips, teeth and tongue just heightens the sensations in between her legs, and Bina coos and whines, trying to desperately rock her hips against the toy between her folds.
“Ah- Ah- Rosal- hahh, rosaaaaa”, Columbina's voice is high pitched, far more than her usual tone of voice, as well as a little scratchy from the many times she has screamed or moaned the others name already this evening.
“Yes, love?” Rosalyne's answer is almost lazy in response, humming as she leisurely strokes the vibrator nestled against the other's aching clit. She uses the remote still clasped in one hand to click the vibrator up a level, now currently on the highest setting, and the reaction from the other woman is almost instant.
Columbina gasps, hands gripping the sheets so hard Rosalyne is certain they will rip beneath her grip. Her heels are pressing into the mattress, and her back arches, chest pushed up as she tries desperately to get Rosalyne to touch her more, or to push that damned vibrator inside of her already!
Rosalyne smirks, and tugs the underwear off and down, discarding the skimpy garment somewhere on the floor to be cleaned up later. She sits up a little, her thumb moving to press and rub against Bina's swollen clit as she presses the vibrator against her entrance. With how wet Columbina has gotten in the past hour or so, the toy almost slides in immediately.
The vibrator itself is so fucking slippery from being pressed against the other's soaking cunt that Signora struggles to keep a damned hold on the thing. Which, in the back of her mind, she finds a little amusing. And she can't help but tease and taunt her partner about it.
“Oh my~ you're so wet, love. I can barely keep a hold on this toy with how much of a mess you've made of it”.
The words make Columbina flush, which, considering how flushed she was already, was an impressive feat. She keens and looks to the side, even though she can hardly see well enough to see Rosalyne. But she knows Signora has a smirk on her face.
Rosalyne tuts as she reaches up with a spare hand to take the woman's chin, making her look in her direction.
“Tsk, that won't do. I want to see your pretty face as I fuck you senseless”.
Gods, those words continue to make her wetter, if that's even possible. She's so wet that outside of it having made her thighs sticky, it's leaking out of her onto the sheets below. It's probably best she couldn't see how much of a mess she had made between her legs, because the sheets were a sticky mess. Given, not all of it was from her, but a lot of it was.
Rosalyne pushes the vibrator harder against her entrance, and it slips inside easily. Rosalyne keeps a grip on the end, wanting to be able to remove it before Columbina can come undone. The vibrations now inside of her, and the way Rosalyne is stroking her clit with hard, little strokes is about to tip her over the edge. Her body teases, and even Rosalyne can feel the way Bina's walls flutter around the toy.
“Rosa- oh gods above I'm going to-” She almost wails when Rosalyne pulls the toy out from her right as she's about to come, and removes her hand from her clit. “No, no, please, please let me come'', and similar little pleas slip from her mouth as tears begin to roll down her cheeks.
She rubs her legs together desperately, trying to rock against air to try and find some sort of touch. Rosalyne tuts, watching as Columbina pleads and begs for a release, for touch of any sort.
“Oh, my dear, how pathetic”, she coos, crawling so she is hovering over her partner. Bina whines, keening and almost choking in her efforts to try and convince her girlfriend to please, please continue.
“Please, please”, Bina tries to grasp at Rosalyne as she speaks, and Rosalyne briefly feels a little bad for denying her like that. But really, she just loved hearing Columbina beg, and watch her writhe beneath her.
“Do you want to cum?” Rosalyne's fingers trace along her jaw, a shudder making goosebumps erupt across her skin. Her heart was beating fast, although at this rate Columbina is certain the ache between her legs is beating harder.
“Yes!”
“Mmm, should I let you?” She drags a hand down her collarbone, scratching lightly with her nails, before the hand lands between her breasts. Bina's breath catches in her throat and she almost chokes. She doesn't want to say or do anything that would make Signora remove her hand.
Rosalyne hums, licking her lips as her fingers brush over one of her breasts, and finds her nipple, already hard due to arousal and the cool air on her skin. The touch draws a gasp that Bina tries to hide, although it simply makes Rosa chuckle. She pinches the sensitive tip, and then rubs her thumb over it, pinching it between two fingers.
The action makes Bina squirm- she had been on the edge, about to come when Rosalyne had denied her, so she was still rather sensitive. The touch was driving her crazy.
“So sensitive”, Rosalyne teases, humming as she does the same to the other, while also kneading her tits. She then leans down and flicks one with her tongue, drawing a sharp inhale from Columbina. Rosalyne giggles and pulls back, Columbina mewls when she can no longer feel Rosalyne's touch or her skin against her own.
“Just a moment, love. Can you sit up for me?” Columbina nods numbly, although she is shaky due to desperation and so the action is clumsy. Her hands remain against the bed to ground and guide her, and Rosalyne makes a noise of approval when she does as she's told.
“Can you turn around to face the headboard for me, please, love?”
“Rosa?” Columbina does as told, although her tone is questioning, curious as to what Rosalyne has in store for her. Her hands grip the headboard, and suddenly, she feels Signora's hands on her hips.
“Easy now, dear. Sit on my lap”. Those words make her shiver all over again, and with the closeness between them, Columbina can see a little better, and with her lover's help, guides herself onto her lap. She shudders, as does Rosalyne, when skin presses against skin.
Columbina feels around, tracing Rosalyne's faces. It makes Rosalyne smile, knowing exactly what her partner is doing. She kisses her, then, and shifts them both ever so slightly so that one of her thighs slides between Columbina's legs.
The pressure against her core sends a jolt through her body and pulls a rather long moan out of her lips. The pressure is so, so good, and while the friction was a little messy due to just how wet she is, it's still a relief.
“Okay?” Rosalyne checks in with her partner, wanting to make sure Bina is okay to continue. Not that she thinks Columbina would be anything but, as she doubts the woman would allow her to leave without getting to come at least once, but she just wants to make sure.
“Yes, yes, now please-!” Bina begs, trying to make Rosalyne get to it.
“Okay, okay”, Rosalyne response with a laugh. She grips Bina's hips again, and guides Bina to hold onto her shoulders.
“Now, you can ride my thigh like a good girl, yes?” Bina keens, nodding, and when Rosa squeezes her hips, letting her know she can start, Bina moans again almost immediately as she starts sliding against the other's thigh, pressing down hard, grinding as best she can with Rosalyne's help against the muscle.
She is smearing her arousal against Rosalyne's skin, making it a little difficult to get the friction she craves so, so badly. But Rosalyne, seeming to pick up on this, helps hold her down against her thigh a little harder, allowing Bina to get the friction she wants as she grinds against her.
The noises coming from her are absolutely erotic, that's really the only way Rosalyne can describe them. She whines and whimpers between the plentiful moans escaping her lips, the wet noises of their skin against skin is honestly making Rosa wetter, and when Bina manages to rub her clit against her thigh in just the right way, she groans, and arches her back a little and grinds down that little bit more desperately.
“That's my good girl, you're doing so well”
Those words, so different from the degrading way she'd been spoken to earlier, have just as much of an affect on her. If she were not currently desperate to get off, she might find it ridiculous she gets off on both praise and degradation. But as it is, she's far too out of her mind with the need to come to even think about her kinks.
“Rosa” occasionally escapes her lips in little pants and whispers as Rosalyne continues to praise her.
“You're doing so well”
“That's a good girl”
“You feel so good against me”
“You look so good, riding me like that”
Every single little phrase or word of praise sends her closer and closer to the edge. Rosalyne's nails were digging into her hips, her own arms around Rosalyne's neck and scratching desperately at her back. She doesn't notice Signora removing a hand from her hip until she feels fingers against her clit, making her hips stutter.
“Ohhhh!”
Rosa simply smiles, continuing to rub against the bundle of nerves as Columbina grinds against her thigh desperately.
“Please, please, I need it”. Rosalyne knows exactly what Columbina is begging for, and she briefly notes the desperate tears running down Columbina's cheeks when she glances at her face.
“Okay, love, you can come”.
The permission in itself is a relief, and Bina babbles out thanks as she moans, at this point grinding against Signora's fingers. Rosalyne smiles, and nuzzles Bina, pressing kisses along her neck and jaw. She grinds her own fingers against Columbina's clit, meeting her thrusts as best she can with Bina moving so erratically.
“Rosa- rosa- gonna- gonna come-!”
Rosalyne purrs at this, pressing herself further against the other, chest pressed against chest as she feels Bina's entrance flutter against her thigh, feeling the way her pussy clenches around bothing, pushing more of her arousal out and onto the thigh beneath.
She rubs at Bina's clit to help her ride out her orgasm, moans and gasps and keens escaping her, all rather loud as she arches against Rosalyne.
“That's it, my love, let yourself go, it's okay”. She murmurs soft reassurance and praise again throughout Columbina's orgasm, feeling the way the woman reaches her peak, cumming as she rides her thigh and grinds against her fingers.
Eventually, Rosalyne slows the movement of her fingers, and stops the movement of Bina's hips, letting them go, the hand previously on her hip coming to run through her hair. Columbina collapses completely against her, her weight falling completely into Rosalyne's lap. She is panting, eyes having fluttered shut during her orgasm.
Signora strokes her hair and traces gentle patterns against her skin as Bina recovers, making sure she does not feel rushed.
Eventually, Columbina has caught her breath and recovered enough to pull away just slightly, and looks up to meet Rosalyne's eyes. She smiles, and places a hand on her cheek, which Rosalyne nuzzles into.
“Good?”The question makes Columbina laugh, giving the other an expression that says ‘really? Did you just ask me that?’ Before she answers verbally.
“Hah- yes, yes. Very good”, she agrees, and looks down between their bodies. She can't see very well, but the obvious liquid covering both Signora's legs, her own legs and core, and the sheets below them is evidence enough of just how much she had enjoyed it.
“I'm glad. We certainly made a mess”. Rosalyne can feel how much sticky arousal and release coated not just her own skin, but Columbina's as well, and the sheets below them too, apparently.
“We did”, Bina replies with a giggle, wincing when she shifts on Signora's lap and feels the cooling mess on her own skin.
“Did you want me to repay the favour?” Rosalyne coos, and shakes her head, cupping Columbina's face in her hands. Her lover was always so considerate, even after just cumming so hard against her. It's one of the many things Rosalyne loved about her.
“Not right now, dear. Mayne after we've showered. But I think the both of us are rather tired”.
“Well, I'm not sure my legs work at the moment”, Columbina adds, because a warm shower sounds wonderful but right about now she is certain she couldn't stand if she tried, and if she did her legs would probably give out.
“I'll carry you. Hold on”. Rosalyne slides Columbina from her lap, laughing when she finally gets to see the extent of the mess they have made of one another. After standing and stretching, she helps Columbina to her feet before scooping her up bridal style, causing her lover to squeal and squeak as Rosalyne carries her to the bathroom so they can both clean up.
#fanfiction #genshin impact #ao3 #la signora genshin impact #columbina genshin impact #Signora (Rosalyne) #Columbina #La Signora x Columbina #smut #18+ content #modern au
#fanfiction#genshin impact#ao3#la signora genshin impact#Columbina genshin impact#Signora (Rosalyne)#Columbina#La Signora x Columbina#smut#18+ content#modern au
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𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒏 , 21 , influencer . open to m / f / nb .
' did you like the picture i sent ? '
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open , m / f / nb .
the soaked cotton of her shirt holds her skin in the tightest of embraces , slow tap tap tap of droplets falling to the floor from her hair measures the silence between them ------ they're a ticking time bomb , or at least she is ; wrapped up in the warmth of their jacket , breathing in the heated air of their car , can only feel a shiver of frustration crawl up her spine . lowers the radio , as if a pop song was to spoil her outburst , eyes darting toward the driver's seat , gaze sharp , intent . ' why are you doing this ? you said you don't want anything to do with me . so why are you taking care of me ? '
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*. / 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 : anyone !
“ how much did they give you ? for my head , of course. ” she finds it amusing.
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The cat!girl fics are awesome!
But.. We also want Signora.. It's not a want, but a NEED!
An au abt cat!girl Signora x gn!reader??
Breeding our feisty needy dom mommy cat.. 😩
And.. Kuro u know wt u need to do.. Show us ur magic!
~🦊
Finally Signora request I was so upset that I thought this scenario with her and got no requests on her 🥹
AND THIS IS WILD HOLY SHIT MOMMY CAT SIGNORA IS UDSFOHEWOIF
18+ CONTENT
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: Catgirl!La Signora x gn!reader with a cock
Type: Smut and fluff (modern au, breeding, creampie)
You were seated at your study table and typed away at your computer for hours, your fingers relentlessly pressing the keys as your eyes were glued to the screen. You had deadlines to complete, you couldn't relax even during the weekend. You had no idea how long you had been seated here since you didn't budge from your place at all, your back was bound to ache once you'd get up.
"Mmm... nya~" all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around you from behind followed by a familiar voice purring in your ear, you flinched and broke your focus finally then turned to look at the person behind.
"You have been working since morning, come and play with me now~"
Rosalyne purred and licked your ear, her breasts pressing on your shoulders as she swayed her body left and right.
"R-Rosie, I have a deadline. Give me more time, please...."
Rosalyne pouted and bit your earlobe now, making you softly gasp.
"Not fair. It's the weekend, you are supposed to spend time with me."
"I know, I'm really sorry. They gave me all this work at the last minute...." you said with a sigh and Rosalyne frowned, snuggling into your neck and purring.
You felt bad for upsetting her this way, you also wanted to spend time with her more.
"Well then, at least you can take a break now~" Rosalyne chimed and licked up your nape.
You softly chuckled and nodded then scratched her chin, she came around your chair and sat on your lap sideways. She held your hand and made you caress her face, you smiled at her and patted her ears and scratched her chin then she gripped your hand and licked your fingers lovingly. You gazed at her and couldn't take your eyes off her, she was really beautiful for a catgirl with her long platinum blonde hair, fluffly ears and tail.
Not to mention, she was really needy for love. You had found her in a shelter and were told her previous owner died in an unfortunate accident, since then she hadn't opened her heart to anyone and would usually hiss and scratch away at people who came near her. Then her increasing age was another reason people didn't want to take her, only you know the pains you suffered trying to gain her trust.
Rosalyne nibbled your fingers then leaned in to lick all over your face, her fluffy tail wrapped around you and you caressed her body as she licked you. She especially loved licking your lips, it was a sign she wanted to kiss you and you were more than happy to oblige. Your tongues intertwined and rolled with each other's, her purring and moans resounding in your ears as you pulled her deeper into the kiss.
She parted with a string of saliva connecting your lips and her tongue sticking out, playfully winking at you before she turned around on your lap and looked at your table. Her tail rested against your body, your arms securely wrapped around her waist as she observed your computer screen intently.
"What are you working at that's taking so long, hm?~" she wiggled her butt on your lap as she read through your documents, her movements making you shudder as she was directly stimulating your crotch. It didn't help how scantily dressed she was, wearing just an underwear and one of your own shirts that was clearly big for her.
"R-Rosie, sit properly...."
Rosalyne looked over her shoulder in confusion then realized what you meant. Oh, the cheeky smirk that crept up her face. You knew what she was planning. Before you could stop her, she already positioned herself in such a manner that your crotch was placed between her butt and she continued rubbing back n forth on your lap.
This was arguably the most surprising thing you discovered once she opened up to you, how feisty and seductive she was. Her being an older catgirl only made things better, you felt so lucky to have found her and won her trust. But it was also problematic in certain scenarios- like the one you were currently in.
"Ngh... Rosie, don't... I have to work..." you groaned and held onto her waist, stopping her from moving.
"Aww, will you really ignore me for your boring work, 'master'?~"
That did it for you. She called you that teasingly whenever you got intimate, she was otherwise too prideful to call you that. She bit her lip and resumed grinding on your lap, her panties rubbing directly against your clothed cock that was semi-erect now. You rested on the chair and let her do as she pleased, you were too aroused and overcome with desire to stop her.
"Master... come on, don't make me do all the work, aahn~"
You gritted your teeth then stopped her as you pushed back your chair and stood up. She heard you unzip your pants and excitement surged through her, she looked over her shoulder and saw you pull out your cock, her mouth salivating at the sight. You slipped her panties to the side and rubbed your tip over her folds, her slick already coating your cock head and mixing with your pre-cum.
She braced herself against the table as you thrusted forward and filled her up in one sweep, her back arching as a cute squeal left her mouth. Your girthy cock filled her up so well, she could feel herself stretching out as you penetrated her, staying in the same position for a while to let her adjust. Your hands caressed her butt possessively, pulling her cheeks apart and trying to go deeper.
"Aaah... m-master.... so good.... let me feel it more~"
Her tail stood upright against your body and you teasingly rubbed it to send vibrations to her and make her more aroused. She whimpered as you touched her tail then pushed her further down by her back and started moving in and out. Her head rested on the table as she let you take her, your hands moving to grip her hips and thrust faster and deeper.
"Ngh~! Master—! More....! Y/n.... aaahn!~"
"You really like calling me that today, don't you? Why not say it more normally as well, you sound so adorable~" you teased with a grin as you rolled your hips into her.
"But it's better, mmmh... when you hear it like this, isn't it? It makes you more intense~"
She was still so cocky, but you loved her this way. You squeezed her hips and plowed forward, rapidly pounding into her. She held herself against the edge of the table, her ears flat and her tongue lolled out. You then held her right leg and pulled it up to place it on your shoulder and stepped forward, she gasped and rested more of her body on the table by pushing down some files and documents. You increased your pace and drilled deeper, your tip prodding her sensitive spots making her mewl in ecstasy.
"Cum in me, master! Give me your milk!~"
You already planned to, but not so soon. You suddenly stopped moving and pulled out from her. She whined and hissed at you in anger, but you quickly pulled her towards you as you sat on the chair and placed her on your lap, her front facing you. She was quick to place your cock inside her again, plunging deeply as she sat down and you hilted to the base. She gripped your shoulders and moved up and down your lap, your cock secured by her wet and tight walls.
She rode you to her heart's content, it was intense and filthy but so hot. Her slick dripped down her thighs, sounds of squelching coming from how hard she rode you. Your cock pierced her all the way, hitting her womb and ready to burst any minute. Rosalyne leaned closer and hugged you then bit down your neck, her canines biting your skin as she held you tightly.
You hissed and thrusted up into her now, holding her down by her waist. She mewled and continued biting you, marking you as her own. She braced for the moment you'd fill her up with your seed, she could feel your cock twitch then finally burst. Spurts of hot cum painted her walls and filled her up, she moaned loudly as she released biting you.
You panted while holding each other as you came down from your high, Rosalyne had also cum with you and was seeing stars. She kept licking the spot where she bit you, followed by kissing all around your neck and jaw then licking your lips too. You smiled at each other with a chuckle then shared a gentle kiss, maybe she'd let you work now.
#genshin impact smut#genshin smut#genshin women#genshin impact#la signora#signora x reader#la signora x reader
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LETTER | Signora/Rosalyne
PAIRING: Signora/Rosalyne x Gn!Fatuus!Reader
CW: angst no comfort, character d3aths (two people are implied to pass away), toxic relationship, reader and Signora are only flings, mentions of su!cide, mentions of smut but not explicitly, Scaramouch makes an appearance.
SUMMARY: You were nothing but a fleeting moment in the Fair Lady’s life, but a single letter caused a permanent scar in her heart, far worse than what Rostam left her.
A/N: Ask me why I rewrote a fanfic from 2021 in 2023. It’s because I needed to get out of this damn thing called writer’s block <3 This original fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with Kuro about Signora’s death… :( It’s gender neutral but it was written with a female reader in mind. Her Majesty refers to the Tsaritsa and Rostam is Signora’s late lover btw.
WORDS: 2,413
(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)
Signora… Rosalyne, rather, is a woman who harbors negative emotions. Rostam’s death brought her so much grief, turning her into the misunderstood Crimson Witch. Love rendered Rosalyne miserable, and the burning fire in her heart was too powerful to extinguish.
It was because of the Tsaritsa that made her who she is today, a cold Harbinger named Signora, the Fair Lady. She devoted herself to the Cyro Archon for vengeance so that she may let her lover rest once and for all. Everything she does is to honor him, and she will continue to do so until she meets him again.
The power of liquid fire gave Signora a longer lifespan. It was useful for revenge, but it was dreadful when she longed for her lover. They have been apart for so many centuries. But amid her life, someone caught her attention.
You were but a simple Fatuus messenger who served the Sixth Harbinger Balladeer. It was rare for Harbingers to cross paths with one another, much less their servants, but Signora saw you — far more than she could remember.
She observed you from afar out of pure interest. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she found you suspicious, for you were too naive and pure to work for an organization like this. But you were skilled in your field. Your talent juxtaposed your looks, she admits. And so she asked the Tsaritsa to place you in her division, deeming you would be more fit under her wing.
The Fair Lady wanted to keep you.
The reason: unknown.
The ambiguity of why Signora took you in soon disappeared. She found herself seeing a part of Rostam in your nature. It was more apparent when she learned of your feelings toward her. Just like Rostam, she would say, of course, not in your presence. She became infatuated with you over time. It wasn’t the same infatuation as your previous lovers, but you welcomed her with open arms.
How could you deny the woman, who was clearly out of your league?
When Inazuma closed its borders, your relationship as lovers became official, albeit a secret from the others, though everyone can sense a rather unusual intimate atmosphere between you two.
You two weren’t like others, not because you were in a relationship with your superior, but because she was indifferent and sought your affection, not you. It may be because of her past — that you didn’t know of — but you pushed the heavy feelings aside as you were grateful to have the privilege to call Signora yours.
You did everything you could to make her feel loved, and Signora felt like her old self, the young maiden from Mondstadt, Rosalyne: the young woman who was in love with a knight named Rostam. But your time together was fleeting.
The demise of your relationship started when she was assigned to collect the Gnoses per the Tsaritsa’s command. You two became equally busy. Signora became more distant and tense, too focused on the mission as if she had been waiting for this moment. She has, but you didn’t know why.
Other Fatuus turned their backs on you upon learning your relationship with the Harbinger. It was understandable, but you didn’t receive special treatment. You worked harder than everyone else, and Signora was harsher toward you, pinning every mistake your peers committed.
Thoughts filled your head, wondering if your relationship with Signora was normal for lovers. All she does is take, take, and take, but not once has she given you the same affection. You tried to understand her, but you were hurting yourself. Even so, you still loved her, because love comes with pain, does it not? Surely, this is only a bumpy road in your relationship.
You were wrong. You knew your relationship was over when Signora requested Her Majesty to place you back in Balladeer’s unit. She didn’t say anything, but her actions told you of her intentions. It hurt how cold she was to you that day as if you weren’t the person she shared her bed with, entangled in each other’s bodies. She acted like your time together meant nothing to her.
As you readjusted to being under Balladeer’s command, not once have you seen Signora. You knew she didn’t want to see you anymore, but your heart did not waver, rather, your heart ached from not seeing her. You were holding onto false hope — hoping she was only distant to remain professional, but you knew she was too busy, or did not bother, to officialize your parting.
Everything you did was for her, just as everything Signora did was for Rostam. You realized you knew nothing of her past, save for having a lover. You did not know him, what their story was, and how they parted. But you saw longing and love in Signora’s eyes.
There were times when Signora looked at you with an unrecognizable gaze. Only now did you learn what it was. The ache in your heart was unbearable, knowing you were just someone to fill the hole in her heart, the hole Rostam left. She didn’t love you like you loved her. It hurt so much. But you were meant to be utilized, for you were a tool. A tool has various purposes. Signora merely took advantage of your love to fulfill her needs.
It was hard to accept, but you tried to, for this was reality. After all, the Fair Lady gave you, a mere Fatuus, an opportunity to become part of her private life. A Harbinger cannot be romantically involved with an underling. Although you can no longer call her yours, it was a privilege you had, and you will forever cherish your time together, because everything you do is for her, regardless of what she saw you as. You were only flings, but your feelings for her will remain eternal.
You just hope she will remember you, even when you no longer live…
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“What uselessness. Your lover, rather, ex-lover, tried to attack the blonde due to some personal grudge. My plans would’ve gone smoothly if not for their interruption,” Scaramouche grumbled, crossing his arms with a petty scoff. “It wasn’t even a big injury; they bled to death. Her Majesty would’ve had them disposed of were they to survive anyway.”
Signora was too engrossed in your state to process his words as horrified eyes gazed at your lifeless body before her. Cuts and bruises decorated your skin, and the shine in your eyes was now dull. She had realized you were dead. But somehow, you looked more at peace, as though she could see you smiling at her with glimmering eyes. She felt her heart sink from the thought.
“I could’ve left them where they were, so you owe me, Signora. Alas, you better not linger for too long, you have yet to meet the Shogun,” are the words the puppet told her before swinging the sliding the shoji doors and disappearing to who-knows-where.
It was a déjà vu, a familiar feeling, yet it was different. Signora’s feelings didn’t make sense. You were nothing but a fleeting moment in her life, but the impact you had on her was great. You passed away fighting someone, like Rostam when he fought in the war and lost his life. Only this time, there was a corpse presented before her.
Signora didn’t know how long she towered over your body and bore into your soulless eyes, but it must’ve been a while for salty tears pooled on the bloody tatami mat. And so she fell on her knees as her sobs grew louder. Trembling fingers carefully mounted your head on her chest, cradling you like a newborn child. The growing pool of blood tainted everything around you, including Signora’s precious dress.
Your body was losing warmth each second, and she was desperately holding onto everything that was left. Signora received everything you had. She wishes you keep your warmth. You can’t throw it away like some fool, but she knew it was too late. Your fingertips were as cold as her delusion’s powers.
The last time she cried, tears of amber rolled down her cheeks, turning her into the Crimson Witch as liquid fire consumed her. But here she was, weeping salty tears like a human being. Does a part of her humanity still linger within her? Was this your doing? It was a bittersweet feeling, she admits. But she remembers you’re no longer with her. Your bright soul is gone because of her.
“You fool! I… I couldn’t even say goodbye…”
The woman you gave your heart to let her walls down as she grieved, her heart tightening from the pain.
But didn’t she use you? Why would she grieve for a pawn she used? She couldn’t possibly have the right to mourn for you when your death is the consequence of her actions, her indifference.
Signora hugs you close as she rocks on her knees like a mother hushing her crying child. But she was crying, and you were hushed, still and cold, stinging her skin. Only your blood remained warm, but it was soon drying up, becoming as cold as you, further bringing pain to her heart.
Is this Celestia’s punishment for going against the heavenly principles? Must her life be full of woe?
Signora’s sobs resonated around the room, grief apparent in her cries, hugging you tighter and tighter, refusing to let you go until her fingers brushed against a tattered letter from your coat’s pocket. Tears soaked her attire to clear her vision and grab the letter.
Her stomach churned as she saw to whom it was for. It was for her.
Dear Signora,
I never got to know your real name, My Lady. I didn’t want to pry by asking, but your name must be beautiful. It’s a shame, really. I would’ve loved for your name to fall from my lips. It would’ve been intimate of us, don’t you think? Alas, we weren’t meant to be. I understand you have your reasons for being distant and for using me. It was painful — for the woman I love does not reciprocate my feelings — but I hold no grudge, nor regret giving my life to you. I’m honored to have been able to give you my love. I will forever cherish the fleeting moments we shared.
I’m writing you this letter to officialize the goodbye we never had. The moment I was brought back to my unit, I knew we were over, but I hoped you would come back for me. It was a foolish thought, I know, but it’s funny now that I think about it. I really am in love. And I keep hoping for something impossible because my feelings are strong for you, My Lady. Please don’t feel burdened. I say this because, as much as you try to hide it, and it may be presumptuous of me, but you care. You may not love me, but I can feel your caringness toward me. I’m grateful. I truly am.
Now, if ever you read this letter, it means I’m no longer alive. I made sure of it. It would be a miracle if you even found this letter. Please don’t misunderstand the situation. I wavered a duel with the traveler for a reason. Even if I came back unscathed, which would be another miracle, my life would be terminated by Her Majesty for my disobedience. I don’t dare to take my own life. Frankly, I wish to say I’m tired, My Lady. I simply do not find joy in being alive anymore and wish to rest. I’ve been planning for this moment for a long time, even before I met you, so please don’t blame yourself for my death. I admire how you still have that will within you. The reason must be to avenge someone you loved, no? I apologize for doing some background work on your history, albeit not finding much, but I wanted to know more about you.
I hope you succeed, My Lady. I wish for you to lay off your burdens and find peace. I want to thank you for making my life bloom with color before I left. Therefore, I have no regrets in life. Although without your permission, allow me to say I love you. I may have never said these words in front of you, and have been contemplating whether or not to say them, but I was too late to decide. Thus, I end my letter with my declaration of love and parting.
I love you so much, My Fair Lady.
— Your former Fatuus underling.
The letter fell from her grasp as she drowned in grief, the ink drowning in her tears, rendering the paragraphs illegible. Was she so distant that you dared not sign your letter intimately? You even addressed her formally, as if it was a report. Why did you stay with someone like her? She knew why, but she refused to acknowledge it. You loved her so much that you put yourself and your pain aside to please her and let yourself get used.
Signora cups your face, gently pressing her warm lips against your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, until your cold lips meet with hers. How your lips cuddled against hers, oh so perfectly. Only now did she realize how warm your kisses were, how you would smile and blush, even if it was a quick peck. Those kisses were your kisses, they weren’t Rostam’s.
She was responsible for your death, Signora assures. You may have been planning it for a long time, but her ignorance caused the last blow. Had she not exploited you, you might've still been breathing, and happy with someone who deserves you, someone who would devote their life to you, someone who would love you as you loved her. You were the flower she poisoned and left to wither due to her actions…
Signora truly did not deserve someone like you.
“My name is Rosalyne. Please say it, my name. Please speak, please…”
A blood-chilling cry of grief filled the room when you remained silent, unable to utter the name you yearned to say. You were gone, truly gone. She killed you.
Rosalyne didn’t choose you because you were an image of Rostam. She chose you because you made her feel human. But she was blinded, not realizing the truth behind her emotions.
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“Rosalyne!”
It wasn’t you; it was Rostam.
A/N: For those confused with the ending, Signora follows canon events, which means she's...
© shenachigans — do not plagiarise, translate, repost, or copy.
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In your ocean
[ part one ] . part two (tba)
⊹ characters : signora, ningguang, beidou (separate) [childe kind of joins in during signora’s part]
⊹ synopsis : pool parties are a little boring, don’t you think?
⊹ warnings : NSFW, modern au, public sex, alcohol usage (beidou, ning), waterproof vibrator (signora), “act natural,” beidou’s is probably more considered smut than the other two
⊹ female reader (afab, she/her usage), no y/n usage, not beta or proofread, this is my comeback era guys
⊹ LA SIGNORA
“What a prima donna,” Kuni scoffed, sinking his body into the pool with you.
Rolling his eyes, he said, “What’s the point of her being here without getting in the water? Glad you’re here, though,” he muttered to you. “How did you get her to come, anyways? Girlfriend privileges?”
Bzzzzzt.
“Ah...” You sheepishly brushed through your hair, legs trembling from under the water. “I guess you can say that.” You felt Rosalyne’s gaze pierce you from her seat afar — even through her signature shades she wore even in this nighttime setting, the feeling of her stare was not unknown to you across the pool. So unsettling. Your legs rubbed against each other underwater, feeling the hard end of the vibrator she placed inside your swim shorts.
Kuni seemed to shrug and believe it. If only he knew the idea of entertainment from watching you uncomfortably swim and squirm tonight was the only reason she came in the first place.
And if only you knew when she’d turn it off.
The toy was also uncomfortable on its own. It felt hard inside of you; and you had to wear loose swim shorts just to divert attention away from the outside curve that rests atop your lips and on your clit. The controller was on her phone, which she was tapping away at now — perhaps your eyes were trained a little too hard on it.
You were so tense, thanking god it wasn’t loud under there or making bubbles. The vibrations were still so strong and the water of the pool felt so cold down there — water swishing about inside your shorts as the vibrator was whirling right between your legs. And, too, all the while Kuni was pressed up right against your side with his arm around your shoulders. “So how’ve you been? You haven’t hung out with us in a while because of a certain someone.”
At that, he turned his head to glare at your girlfriend sitting on the sidelines. She was looking, too. But the fixed look of annoyance on her face was directed at you — perhaps this was punishment for letting someone even just touch you in a friendly way; A reminder that she can still make you feel this way without even being near you. If only it was her fingers. Kuni leaned his head onto your shoulder, and groaned. “I’ve been okay,” you gulped. Fuck, your voice came out so shaky. If you weren’t in water, you were certain your legs would’ve collapsed by now. “Just… Just unnerved with her eyes on me, that’s all. Where’s Ajax?”
You winced. The inside part began to slightly compress and pump as well.
Kuni pointed towards the backyard door behind Rosalyne where the ginger stood with a platter. “Over there, bringing in snacks from the house.” He shifted his head to look up at you from your shoulder, his face a little too close to your neck for Rosalyne’s liking as he asked, “Is the water too cold? You’re kinda shaking so we can ask him to turn on the pool heater, maybe.”
Ajax stroked up conversation with Rosalyne; you couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he was peering at her phone. An excited gasp from him, a smirk from her. She let him tap on the screen, and suddenly both their eyes were on you.
“Ah, no I’m fine.” Immediately you grabbed on to his arm for support as the vibrator increased in power — perhaps she was annoyed with you, or perhaps she was having her fun now. But that smirk look she held from afar was not one you could fully decipher, and Ajax’s grin of mischief only added to your misery. You sent them both a flustered glare, your core feeling very warm down there and your legs beginning to shake. “Can we just… sit by the steps for now?” you almost whined. “I think I have a stomach cramp.”
“Oh. Sure, sure.”
“Actually, Kuni!” Ajax waved at him. The both of you were still in the middle of the pool when the ginger walked up to you — and there you saw Rosalyne’s phone in his hands. He slid something on the screen, causing the vibrations to lessen and give you a moment to finally breathe. “Can you help me with something inside real quick? I’ll get you a towel.” His signature goofy grin was on his face, and luckily for him, Kuni was not immune to its effects. But you knew what was happening, you would be left alone.
It was torture when they both walked off, Rosalyne’s phone still in Ajax’s hand as he turned the slider up and up until it was at max, and then he closed the door. You let out an immediate whine, hand flying to cover the sounds from your mouth as the taste of the chlorine hit your tongue.
You felt her body by your side in the pool without expecting it, and her hand immediately dived underwater where the toy was roaring. “I’m letting him play with this thing for now,” she whispered in your ear. “Since he was kind enough to allow it.” You internally cursed the both of them.
“But you’re probably dying here for something more than plastic, aren’t you now?” she slightly laughed at you. How cruel… Rosalyne’s warm hands slid so easily up your body to cup your breasts. “Then I’ll give it to you now, but you have to finish quick so you can hold off this toy for the rest of the night, okay?”
⊹ NINGGUANG
“What kind of wine is this?”
She held the neck of the wine glass between her fingertips, swirling its remaining contents in a circular motion. The Tianqian eyed it so fondly, never once casting so much as a glance to you.
“Moscato.”
“It’s sweet,” she remarked so simply. “I like it.”
Her back held a slight arch as she spoke to you — such eye candy in your position as her escort tonight. She curved so nicely for someone who was just standing there in the water, right in the glowing gold pools at the bottom of the Jade Chamber.
You were seated at the edge of the pool with your legs in the water right in front of her. The way she leaned forward on her arms against your lap at the edge of the pool was rather seductive, though you weren’t certain if seducing was even a goal of someone like herself. But to have this woman between your legs — even with the way her teeth occasionally nipped at your thighs or at the thin swim fabric she picked out for you.
“Did you want another one?” you asked her from above. “The alcohol percentage is quite low.”
The guests wouldn’t arrive for another few minutes; A few servers were frantically running around to get things set. And yet, when she finally looked up at you, she smirked with that same glint in her eyes as the edge of the wine glass she began to lift. Pressed right against your lips, you sipped. You didn’t even know drinking and enjoying before guest arrival was allowed.
“You can have the rest,” she states, lowering her head. “I think I’ll treat myself, for now.” Ningguang bites at your fabric, and you spread your legs out of habit of not wanting to ruin her hair.
When she pulls your swimwear aside, she smells of chlorine, glaze lilies, and wine as she dives right into you. Her tongue is immediately relentless when it swirls between your lips, right below your clit. The wine is sweet in your mouth, but she drinks you in more hungrily when she sucks at your little nub between your legs despite the people rushing in and out of the room on the other side.
You’re covered, she’s covered — but the indecency of your position was telling enough. And the way she bent her body to reach your core was so erotic in a way that she was clearly trying to catch your eye.
Her hands snaked upwards to hold you right under your rib cage, lifting and pulling your body closer to her mouth. She buried her face until your ass was halfway sliding off the edge, and yet she just kept going. Your whines grew louder with each lick on your poor nub, and then she suddenly pushed you back to lean on your arms.
“Don’t make a mess, now,” she scolds when you drop the wine glass, the liquid spilling right down your pelvis to where she is drinking you up. The taste of moscato and your own essence was lapped up instantly by her tongue, making you squirm in a way your legs were almost thrashing in the water.
You felt vibrations when she suddenly hummed into your pussy, and it was only then did you find her other hand was dipped below to finger herself at the same time.
“My lady,” you whined between your fingers over your mouth. “The guests are arriving shortly.”
“Are you saying I’m slow?” She sounded insulted as she pinched your thigh. “I’ll finish you up, I wouldn’t let any others see you the way only I can.”
She moved her head up to rub your clit lightly between her teeth, making you practically squeal so high as two of her wet fingers slid into you. You were already dripping from your own juices and her saliva combined; you wondered if any of it has dropped into the pool yet. They entered and thrusted so easily yet filled you up so nicely at the same time. Her mouth on your clit, fingers in your cunt, head between your thighs, you felt the high of her expensive scent hit you all at once.
And by the time you were cumming in her mouth, your body was pulled into the pool at the sound of elites walking into this distinguished party.
⊹ BEIDOU
Perhaps she had drank a little too much.
“Psssh I know what I’m doing!” she waved off. You didn’t doubt her, but you were also embarrassed.
You were always her crew’s little token server woman whenever they drank and swam at this pool. They paid more tip the skimpier swimsuits you wore, the sluttier you’d act when you brought out their drinks. They’d holler, they’d touch, they’d stare.
Even Beidou, actually. Her legs were already spread when she sat like the men around her. She was the king of them all, and her crew had to accept that she was the only lap you were allowed to sit on.
And now was just one of those nights, bottom half of your body in the water with your hot pink frilly underwear shoved to the side — Beidou’s bulky red strap sliding in and out of you underwater. “Oooh, what a nice arch she has,” one crew mate said, tracing at your back muscles as Beidou sat back on the pool steps. You were making a mess out of yourself, crying little tears down your foundation-patted cheeks as you bounced your ass up and down. Her rough hands were on your waist, doing all the work for you.
Her small bottle of beer was right between your breasts being held up by your swim bra, though it was clearly going to spill or slip out if she continued letting you bounce like this.
The other men watched with keen and amused eyes, some jacking off and climaxing into the pool and some even near you, but only Beidou was allowed to be the one pleasuring you. She reached for your breasts and grabbed the bottle, taking another swig and putting it back, but not before giving your boobs a hard grab and squeeze first.
The water constantly splashed around you, making you cry out every time it felt like you were falling.
“Hey, hey captn’!” called a sailor, “can’t see much back here, y’know?”
“Ah, sorry ‘bout that man!” she laughed. “Lemme help fix that for ya’!” Reaching for your waist, she pulled you forward until your head hit her shoulder, forcing you to bend your back and jut out your ass for the rest of the pool to see. Immediately there was whistling; and immediately, too, she began to thrust upwards for all to see. She even moved upwards to the first step of the pool, practically making you fall down right onto her visible cock.
“Beidou, I—” she slapped at your trembling ass when she heard you speak. “—I need to… to do my job,” she hushed you.
“Settle down, girl,” she smirked. “Your job is to serve us and I think you’re putting on a good show, don’t you think?” The captain moved her calloused thumb down your back until it reached the hem of you bathing underwear. She pulled at the middle fabric again, making sure it wrapped around your left asscheek so nicely on your curve to give view to the way your sopping cunt took her strap.
Some man’s cum shot from the side, some of it splashing on your face and some on Beidou’s stomach. You yourself were already cumming again and again on the strap, drenching it in balls of white slick pouring down that looked deliciously glazed in your cum. You released another climax for everyone to hear, and Beidou tapped your ass a few times to get your attention.
“I think the boys want one more round, though,” she smiled at you. “Think you can do it? I know you can.��
Before you could answer, you felt your entire body lifted right out of the water and placed on to the edge. With your legs already spread she dived right into lick at your core, throwing her strap somewhere in the pool for another man to lap at. Your poor, abused slit was getting swirled at by her tongue even more, and you weren’t sure how much you could handle of this.
She smirked up at you, ready to be the one to taste you for the rest of the night.
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Lion Dance
Title: Lion Dance
Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss x Reader
Prompt: 9. "Well, who's it going to be?" "Both of you."
Minors DNI, 18+
Warnings: smut, threesome (FFF), top Jennifer, top Reader, bottom Emily, strap on, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering
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WC: 1905
JJ checked over her outfit in the mirror. The tailored suit Y/n had paid for looked even better on JJ than either woman had expected. Emily's jaw was bound to hit the floor when she saw Y/n. JJ hadn't seen Y/n yet, so she didn't know how it compared. All that JJ knew was that Y/n was in for the competition of a lifetime. Each woman had her own advantages in Emily's eyes, and JJ's was the closeness of her relationship with Emily. Y/n may have had the money and power, but JJ and Emily knew each other. JJ had the potential and ambition to be more than a hookup for Emily, and as far as JJ knew, Y/n didn't want anything more than a few flings. Still, the two of them had been locked in a pretty serious battle for Emily's affections.
Y/n's party was in full swing by the time that JJ made her way down the stairs. It looked like something out of the Great Gatsby novel. A celebration and presentation of debauchery in all of its finest forms. JJ smirked as she thought of the full-blown freakout that her mother would have had if she saw this place. Even before Rosalyn's death, JJ's mother had been paranoid about the ongoings in big cities. She had all but begged JJ not to go to Penn State, where she couldn't be looked after. If JJ's mother knew that JJ had even considered walking into a party like this, the woman would have had to be committed.
"Jenny darling, you've finally joined us," Y/n greeted. Jennifer's mouth went dry when she saw what Y/n was wearing. The dress was practically see-through, and the only modesty offered was from the very expensive fur-lined shawl draped across her arms and off the shoulder. "Emily, doesn't she just look devilishly good?"
"What kind of game are you playing at?" Jennifer asked as she flagged down a waiter to get herself a drink.
"I don't play games. All that's happening right now is deciding what kind of dance I'll be doing by the end of the night," Y/n corrected. JJ looked past Y/n at Emily, who seemed to be no wiser to Y/n's intentions. JJ thought that was fine, if Y/n wanted to act mysterious, JJ wouldn't be the one to stop her. That wasn't the sort of thing that Emily liked anyways, she had been craving something a little more straightforward. "Come, sit, drink with us."
JJ joined the two of them on the little loveseat they were lounging on. Admittedly, JJ found herself feeling very relaxed around Y/n. The woman had been a pain in her ass on multiple occasions before, but JJ honestly sort of liked being around her. There was something about all of the extravagance and mystery that surrounded Y/n that pulled JJ even further into her. She understood Emily's hesitance to make a choice between the two of them. JJ wasn't even so sure that she'd pick herself if she was in Emily's shoes.
Y/n's party died down much quicker than JJ had expected. It made for a very quick and easy escape up to Y/n's bedroom. JJ had already been upstairs in one of the guest rooms, but it hadn't compared to Y/n's actual bedroom. Everything was red and gold, matching perfectly to the dress and shawl that Y/n had chosen for the night. That much coordination meant that an awful lot of planning had gone into the night. Even parts of JJ's suit were meant to match Y/n's decorum and setup. She had included JJ into everything without JJ even knowing in the first place. It was impressive and sneaky in a way that made JJ grateful Y/n had no desire to start committing murders of any sort. She'd be the kind of unsub that they chased around and around for years before one of them just gave up.
"Do you know why I love America so much? There are so many choices. Food, clothing, art, furniture, sex. You can have something be functionally the same as the thing next to it, but feel and look wildly different. Emily, you've got a choice to make, one that I am sure you knew was coming. I don't know how JJ feels, but it's been like torture waiting for you to go one way or the other. Tonight, I believe is the perfect night for the grand finale of whatever this is. After this, I must move on, but know that there will be no hard feelings." JJ thought Y/n's speech was eerily similar to something a serial killer would have said before they killed a victim. Y/n, however, was more of a victim of Emily's indecision than anything. JJ hadn't noticed it before, but there was something unhinged about the woman that was thinly veiled by the money she had at her disposal. Anybody could look sane if they tried hard enough, and it seemed like Y/n was at her wit's end with trying.
"What are you getting at?" Emily asked.
"I'm getting at the fact that you've been bouncing between JJ and I for months. So close, yet so far away for the both of us. I can't take it anymore, so there must be a choice. And well, who's it going to be?" Y/n dropped her shawl onto the ground as she stalked over to the bed. Both JJ and Emily were watching her closely, looking for any sign that she didn't mean what she was saying. "Well?"
"Both of you," Emily answered quickly. Y/n smirked as she looked over at JJ. Y/n was more than happy with that, and all she needed was for JJ to be on board as well. Y/n didn't want to get ahead of herself, but she swore that she could see JJ's eyes light up a little as Emily looked between the two of them. "I-if that's okay."
"It sounds perfect." JJ surprised both Emily and Y/n by speaking up first. She walked over to Y/n first as a sort of olive branch. Y/n seemed to get what JJ was getting at and eagerly opened herself to JJ physically. Things of a physical nature had always come much easier to Y/n than those of an emotional one. She could act on something before she could decipher what spurred on the action in the first place. That sort of thing had landed Y/n into more than a few sticky situations, but tonight, her impusiveness seemed to be in her favor. "What kind of dance have you decided on?"
"The Lion Dance, very intimate and with a requirement of three. I've studied many forms of dance over my years, but this one has always held a very special place in my heart," Y/n answered. JJ placed her hands on Y/n's hips and pulled her forward. Both women looked over at Emily, who seemed to be more than happy to just watch. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to warm up with a little tango first."
JJ's hands rose up to rest on the small of Y/n's back, just below where the fabric started. It felt thin, so thin that JJ doubted Y/n would have been able to wear anything underneath it. JJ's heart raced a little as she brought her hands up along Y/n's back. The back of the dress was open, and once the clasp was undone, it fell down into a pool around Y/n's ankles. Y/n stood in front of JJ completely naked save for the red leather harness, devoid of anything in the hole. JJ's breath caught in her throat, distracting her just long enough for Y/n to drop down onto her knees in front of JJ. Y/n ran her palm against the crotch of JJ's pants, checking to see if the woman had put on every part of the outfit that Y/n left in her room.
"Good girl," Y/n purred as she stood up to her full height. In the heels, she was just slightly taller than JJ, but the blonde felt like Y/n was absolutely towering over her. Y/n grabbed JJ by the lapels of her suit jacket and walked her over to the bed where Emily was sitting. "You seem like you'd be a great finisher, so why don't I warm her up a little and you finish her off? Would you like that Emily? Do you want to feel my mouth on your cunt before JJ fucks it?"
"God yes." Emily was already practically moaning, but they hadn't even touched her yet. Y/n and JJ made quick work of Emily's clothes and Y/n went straight to work marking her trail down Emily's body to her center. JJ slowly stripped herself out of the expensive suit Y/n had sent her earlier in the night as she kneeled on the edge of the bed. She had a great view of both Emily's writhing body and the gentle flicks of Y/n's tongue against Emily's clit. Emily cried out loudly as Y/n's fingers were added to the mix. JJ squeezed her own thighs together as her eyes bounced between Emily being stretched and fucked by Y/n's fingers and the strain in Y/n's forearm. She could only imagine how good it felt to have Y/n pleasuring her like that.
"My turn." JJ could barely stop herself from getting in between Y/n and Emily. Y/n gracefully moved away from Emily's body and let JJ take her place. Instead of keeping her distance like JJ had, Y/n moved right behind JJ. She was holding the blonde's body in her arms as JJ started to thrust into Emily. Y/n's lips kissed at the skin of JJ's neck, occasionally taking breaks to let her teeth nip at the skin or her tongue trail against it. JJ's head was spinning as she tried to pick a person to focus on. She had wanted to fuck Emily for so long, but Y/n was distracting her in a way that JJ didn't ever want to stop.
"I'm gonna cum," Emily warned. The words were repeated again and again, slowly slurring into each other as Emily found that she couldn't hold back any longer. Emily grabbed onto JJ's arm as she came, and JJ broke away from Y/n's embrace to lean down and kiss Emily. Y/n slowly moved off of the bed and grabbed a robe to cover herself up with. "Where are you going?"
"You made your choice, and now I believe I'm going to make mine for the night. Enjoy the room ladies, perhaps I'll still be here in the morning," Y/n said. She exited the room with the end of her robe flourishing in her wake. Emily and JJ were both somewhat stunned at how seemingly detatched Y/n was acting, even if JJ swore for a moment that she heard hurt in Y/n's voice. Both women were quickly consumed by one another again, to the point where they didn't pay any mind to anything else in the world until their bodies ached for some rest.
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Hi! Just wanna say I’m the anon who keeps suggesting about yandere Pierro and you maybe find me after I’m done my oneshot fic with him. Hope we can be friends <3 for now I’d be anonymous.But forget about that! (Call me whatever you’d like.)
Imagine SOFT yandere! Pierro (x100 worship) (x100 lemon times) (and literally everything but x100)
Warnings : Bad short smut writing, yandere themes, sub reader, full clothed males and almost fully naked female, dumbification, overstimulation, size difference, reader gets hurt during sex, comfort, other yanderes peeking and more!
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Anyone who pass by could smell sweats and feels damp coming from the almost full to floor twin door.
Well he could say it’s not just anyone. No mere agents are allowed to be in this area only harbingers below his rank do.
Always trying to pry into his business. Especially Capitano. Subtly using whatever psychology tricks from Dottore told him. Just a little slip about his wife, he’s sure they all would’ve gone mad if they saw her in form.
That’s the reason why after Rosalyne funeral, everything got busier and busier till he couldn’t get a day to be with his wife! Truly ruined his mood.
But that’s fine, she’s here after all. Waited for him like an obedient little wife she is. Dressed in a white lacy sunlight dress below her knees wearing fishnet stockings reaching the edge of her skirt and Mary Jane shoes in identical shade and color, lastly with her gloves tilled the sleeves not an ounce of skin showing. Not to forget a veil in alike lacy white pattern covering her whole head not a single strand of her hair shows.
Everyone’s attention were off, conversations were paused to fully look at her. His mysterious lady wife to them. To him she looks like an angel. In a romance fantasy novel stereotypes, a devil protecter and it’s precious human. Such a concept that fits them both like now.
Soft cotton voice whining and whimpering filling his ears. If he get a day break all he would do is just spending his time gently groping her breasts, kitten pinching her clit till a flick on other spots making her came.
Without her ability to speak, he knows she wants more. No hesitation, he went in slowly dragging her small adorable nipples. Oh dear, look at her face!
Sweats forming her face. Beautiful crystal tears filling up her eyes, the sight is even sweeter when she blinks her tears running down on both cheeks he’d like to squeeze.
She’s begging to be please, you fool. The devil on his left shoulder whispered.
His mouth not leaving her nipples alone but his hand does. Slowly tapping down her body in a rhythm finally reaching another one of his favorite parts.
Her little cunt, of course. Fingers teasing her outer rim part in circle motions. What sound like a sniff was heard. It felt like eternity, his mind straying far away as his mouth left both of her nipples swollen and filthy in his saliva. Attacked her neck the moment he feels sticky watery slicks from his kitten sized pussy.
Isn’t she always? You do not think I will leave her here all alone? My pleasure first? Absurd assumption of you. He whispered back.
No longer caring for it’s answer. His cock begging to be free, no long straining again tight pants and silky bedsheets.
Finally freeing his hard cock. He could see it’s veins around his cock, his tip a little purple to red shows how much he alway be in control no matter situation.
Huffing out his breath, body shaking from excitement. How many times he make love to her. It’s feel like the first night nothing really change, which is good enough after all they said first time is the best moments and feelings you could never feel again.
Rubbing his cock against her pussy. Breathy mewls aren’t stopping coming out of her mouth. Rubbing each other until one feels it’s enough, he stopped.
Setting both body and cock in a comfortable posture. A tip went in slowly sliding till full length.
Soft spongy warm wet velvet walls hugging him tight, he wishes he can stay inside her all night but he can feel their eyes. Demanding him to do it. Before they break in and do it themselves.
Pull his length out before slamming back in. She squeals as her gloved hands started looking for a comfort to lean on.
He offered his neck and hips as a place for her to cling on even though none of her arms and legs can fully wrap around him. Hips finally moving in back and forth.
She feels it. He’s too big, how? How does it does not hurt at all in her wonder mind full of pleasure. Too many thoughts appear and disappear in seconds.
He almost reach his limit patient bar. Hips moving faster hitting her cervix. Voiced with pain and confusion and happiness.
Pain. Shit-
His bucking hips stopped. Both hands cupping her whole face despite from the outside he looks calm despite his inside he’s panicking.
You’re alright? Quietly whispered to her while his other hand slowly moves to the back of her head.
A-um, no. Her breathy rasping voice replied.
You can take a break if you want to. Scratching the back of her head. Her tense body relaxes, comforts her till sleep and awake.
It’s f-fine! We can continue.. but you’re stressing too much. I saw works had taken a toll on you. Nervously whispered to him back. Her body started tensing again. Fuck- He shouldn’t said that. Still this shows him how she deserves to get take care like a little princess fairy angel she is.
She’s nervous. No more of this till she’s recover. The angel on the right of his shoulder said. He can hear it’s sobs getting louder begging him to have mercy. Ridiculous. He’s not that cruel to her, she’s the light of his life.
Don’t worry about me. You must sleep. Tomorrow I will have others do the work, little one. So please do me this favor and tomorrow we can do whatever you want as an apology. His huskier answer tells him that he too needs a break and a glass of water.
A prepared man he is. Two jugs full of water and four glasses are ready to be use. He picked a jug pouring water into two of the four glasses.
O-okay… what favor? Her curiosity wants for his answer is him holding a glass of water to her lips and his left arm acted as a pillow for her back while his right arm hugging her side, hand playing her hair.
Patting her back signaling her to drink till her thirst is fill. She drinks a whole glass of water. Feeling her body actually went relax, his guilt and worry fades out.
Sleep. He finally answered with a kiss on her forehead instead her lips. She doesn’t need her mouth covers in his saliva after drank a glass of water.
Minutes went by faster than he hoped, she slept peacefully soft quiet snores only he can hear. Three pair of eyes whose belong to don’t matter still radiating their jealousy malice and lust when the session began. Switch from two pair on him to one pair and two pair on his wife with her veil almost fully cover her face.
Good. They may see a bit but not whole. And good that they’re know these silence rules he set.
Now better scatter away, number 2 4 9. Not looking away from his queen in order to protect her. They scattered away knowing how they couldn’t and can’t win her and kill him.
first of all, i wanted to again apologize for this taking so long to answer and scaring you nonnie </3 as i said already, i've been hoarding and re-reading this fic sized little diamond over and over again ;;
i have literally nothing to add to this, it's perfect on its own, just wanted to say thank you for writing this gem <33
#jesus this had me acting up at like 2am#the vision of a perfect little bride for big yandere pierro>>>#and him being so in love with his wifey <33#where do you get a man like this#also his domineering stance with the rest of the harbingers#the way he basically said 'you can look but don't touch'#hhhhhhhh#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#fatui x reader#genshin impact fatui#pierro x reader#genshin impact smut#interactions
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Genshin fantasies, you say? Well I just can't seem to get the idea of eating Signora/Rosalyne out out of my mind. Whether kneeling between her legs and giving her the praise and worship she deserves or having her sit on my face I am so gay for this woman help
♡ Helping Signora relax before leaving to work ♡
!● warnings: gn!reader, a bit fluff, cunnilingus, fingering, should i also add no plot?, dom!signora, obedient reader, just very smut, NSFW🔞 no minors or I’ll eat u alive
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note: darling, we all need to eat out someones puss fr 🤭 anyways, enjoy <3333 (again sry for being late aaaaaaaaaaaa)
Signora heard a light knocking on her office door in the Fatui's Headquarters. She was focused on going through her documents. Not caring about the evening sunlight hitting on her workspace, making her vision a little bit blurry but good enough to see what’s written on those papers. Since you did not hear anything from her, you decided to visit her before she had to go. You waited in front of the door but got impatient and opened the door. Your eyes immediately stayed on her figure hovering over the table. Signora looked up but had to blink a little bit to see who visited her this late. Seeing it was you, her mouth formed a smile.
“Good evening, darling.”, she said and was about to stand up, before you waved to signal her to not stand up. “Evening, I brought you a little gift.”, you said before leaving the gift which was wrapped in an elegant paper on her table. If it wouldn’t be this elegant the present might have blended in perfectly with her neat looking workspace. Signora took both of your hands and kissed them softly. “But you are the best gift I know. I did not need more.”, she flatters you while you look a bit ashamed on the ground. Signora and you were close friends, working together on some missions until it was the time where you decided to go a different way in the Fatui since she recommended you a different spot than hers. This made you leave the headquarters and unfortunately Signora had to leave too. “Aw Darling, please look up to me. You know I am going to leave soon too. Inazuma is waiting for me and I will not have your sad face memorized before I go.”, she lifts your chin up to kiss you. As soon as her lips meet yours, it always makes you feel like you are in heaven. It was a short kiss but it made you happily smile back at her. “Of course, I am sorry for being upset. Can I make it up for you?”, you said, reaching to her sides to push her towards you. Signora snickers and gives you another kiss but this time it was a short one on the nose.
“Get down on your knees.”, she demanded with a playful tone in her voice. Changing the wholesome vibe completely. As ordered you followed her demand to get down on your knees while Signora still stands.
“B-but what about the door…?”, you worried since you did not secure it. But Signora just laughs a bit, caressing your cheeks. “You worry too much. Around this time no one will disturb us.”
Which relieved you a lot, now smiling at her. She then lifts up her long skirt and reveals her underwear. Both of you got heated quickly, so you waited for her next order. “Get to work now.”
You heard her and with this, you undressed her underwear, unfolding her glistening pussy. It was a beautiful view and a view you will truly miss the most. Your hands made their way up to her folds. Before touching her pussy though, you massaged her inner thighs and kissed your way up. While you worked your way up, you did not realize how needy Signora got. Her cheeks are completely covered in red, her big eyes meeting yours, signaling you that she wanted more. You smiled before lightly touching her wet pussy with your fingers. Making her moan in surprise, holding her mouth shut with one hand. She then sat down on her chair again spreading her legs for better access for you. “Shit, stop teasing and just start eating me out. I need you right now.”, she said, looking a bit angrier.
With a big gulp on your side, since you did not want her to get disappointed in your skills, you went down on her. Slipping your needy tongue on her wet pussy. Caressing her folds, her hole, drinking up her juices before meeting her clit. Now your tongue started licking every part again, faster, ending the routine on her clit circling in a painful slow pace over it. Signora held the back of your head while the other hand gripped the edge of the table, moaning out this time shamelessly louder. She had fallen into lust and needed you to work now harder to make her cum. “J-just like that, go faster…”, she said while her legs started to shake.
You knew she was close to her orgasm when you noticed her shaking leg around your head, so you went faster with your tongue and added two fingers into her. Using her wet pussy juices as lubricate, so it was easier for you to also pleasure her hole. While you worked harder to reach her orgasm, you never stopped caressing your own genitals. Even if you wouldn’t come with just playing a bit around, it was enough for you to be happy. Seeing Signora moaning, eyes rolling back while she started to move her hips, was enough.
“S-shit, right there…! Oh my archon, (y/n), I am coming!”, she almost screamed out but held back. You slurped her juices and never stopped pleasing her now red pussy, before she finally came with an intense orgasm. Caging your head with both her hands, while silently screaming her last moan out of her lungs. You couldn’t care less and enjoyed your drink.
After a few seconds she let go and you had the chance to break free to breathe. Both of you were exhausted.
“I will miss you, (y/n).”, she said genuinely and fell down on her knees in front of you. Giving you a deep kiss, mixing all of her and your juices together. “Me too…”, you said, not knowing that this will be the last time you will see her again.
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Hello everyone. I am. Rosalyne pleasure meeting you!
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Smut. I don't mind.
Fluff.
(How do I do angst???)
Hybrid. (Dog and cat or fox)
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JJK(ooc)
Genshin impact
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Blue Sugar High
Paring: Arlecchino x Columbina
Tags: mild nsfw, mild smut, angst, emotional hurt/comfort (kind of), making out, teasing, power dynamics, codependency, they are not good for each other lol, Arlecchino has dick
Word count: 0.8k
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A/N: I 100% feel like these two would hate fuck the hell out of each other while trying to one-up each other constantly.
She should be on her way home. She should have left the moment the funeral ended. But Arlecchino is still in the same spot, in the same chair, at the same bar, nursing the same glass of alcohol that’s barely made a dent in.
It might be better to just down the whole bottle and pass out, deal with the headache in the morning. But what would that accomplish? Nothing, she’d still have the same shitty feelings to deal with when the buzz wore off.
Maybe she should just go and get some sleep. Let the passing of her friend settle in her mind. And she would have. She would have if she didn’t feel a pair of arms around her hips, soft breasts pressing against her back, through her cloak, and warm lips next to her ear.
“Still here Knave?” Columbina rested her chin on Arlecchino's shoulder, feeling the soft fur of her cloak tickle her cheeks. The songstress glanced at the sad glass Arlecchino gripped in her hand, “Are you going to finish it?”
“Doubtful. What do you want?” Arlecchino kept her voice monotone, her emotions in check, her mind clear. Well as clear as she could in Columbina’s presence.
“I wanted to see how you’re doing. I know you and Rosalyne were... close.” Columbina bit the shell of Arlecchino’s ear, “Not as close as we were, but I’m sure it must have been hard for you to hear of her death.”
Arlecchino shrugged her off, “I’m not in the mood for your games. Our friend is dead. Am I the only one who cares?!”
“My, you’re very passionate about this. Maybe you were more than friends with her after all.” Columbine smirked as her hands traveled lower, expertly finding and cupping Arlecchino’s dick. “Did she do this for you too? Did she suck you off when I was away?” Arlecchino bit her lower lip almost to the point of it bleeding. She responded by furiously shaking her head, avoiding looking at Columbina, “Did you fuck her too?”
One tug and squeeze was all it took for Arlecchino to whirl around, grab Columbina by the throat and slam her hard on the counter, sending the glass crashing onto the floor and spilling the alcohol, “Stop talking.” She growled close to Columbina's face.
Columbina smiled, small and innocent to anyone who didn’t know her, sadistic and cruel to anyone who did.
“You’re finally letting your emotions out. That’s good. You can take it out on me. Go ahead darling, you know I can take it.” She tried to pull Arlecchino in for a kiss, only for the Harbinger to turn her face.
“Why? Why are you like this?” Even though her words were harsh she couldn’t stop her hips from drawing closer to Columbina’s. “You know I never want anyone but you. So why do you feel the need to anger me so?”
“It’s better when you’re angry.” Arlecchino growled close to Columbina’s ear, making her lover arch against her hardening bulge, “It’s not good to bottle up your emotions.” She delivered a gentle bite on Arlecchino’s ear, “You can be as rough as you want.”
The next few minutes were a blur of hisses, curses and groans as the two rushed to get to an empty bedroom. Their kisses were blazing with pent up desire, rough presses of lips against each other, pulling at each other’s hair and clothes as they stumbled into the bedroom. A lot of their unions were like this, rough, passionate and overly eager. On rare occasions they did have some more gentle couplings but those tended to be saved for early, lazy mornings. Not this. This was just raw desire and emotions.
As soon as the clothes were off Arlecchino wasted no time throwing Columbina’s smaller body on to the bed and rubbing her hard cock between the slick folds.
Her hands roughly grabbed a fistful of Columbina’s silky velvet hair and pulled her head back backwards. She was rewarded with a hiss, but she could still see the satisfied smile on her face, even as her teeth found the pale, soft skin.
Columbina responded by running her fingers down Arlecchino's back, leaving long red marks in her wake.
Even though Arlecchino liked the sting, she couldn’t let Columbina have all the fun. She needed to mark her as well. Everywhere. The neck, breasts, collarbones, her thighs. Well those would come later, right now she had something a bit more important to do. “Hold still dove, I need to get inside.” She pressed Columbina’s hips into the bed as she adjusted the tip of her cock at her lover’s entrance.
“It’s cute how you think you’re the one in control.” Columbina tangled one hand in Arlecchino's hair and gripped her shoulder tight with the other, “But If I asked you to...” A sigh left her lips as Arlecchino started to sink in, “You’d kill every one of them wouldn’t you?”
Arlecchino grit her teeth at the truth of those words, “Yes.” She hissed as she finally bottomed out.
Columbina chuckled and relaxed completely. She knew that no matter what she let Arlecchino do to her, no matter how hard she let herself be fucked, or bitten or how many times Arlecchino made her moan or clench around her cock in pleasure, Columbina is the one that’s always in control.
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