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MY LOVE, MINE, ALL MINE (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my love, mine, all mine

ADDRESSED. neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, diluc, itto, tartaglia, kaveh, kaeya (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. what body part they kiss the most (sfw)

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (not sorry), possible grammar errors, mentions of battle, mentions of blood (capitano, childe)

POST-SCRIPT. all these characters are nothing but pokemons to me, i see one, i'll collect one in game. part two will come soon (with zhongli, wriothesley, ayato, thoma, pierro, and pantalone!)

LINKS. masterlist / taglist / part two

HANDS – Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Capitano, Diluc

NEUVILLETTE kisses your knuckles the most. To him, he believes that kissing you on the lips is far too intimate to be seen in public, preferring to do it in closed doors where it’s just the two of you alone, and so he often kisses your knuckles whenever he can.

Whenever he does, one of his glove-covered hands would reach towards yours before lifting it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with care as though your hand is a delicate treasure, as if every kiss is a promise that he’ll hold your heart with care and unwavering devotion.

It doesn’t help that you often find your cheeks warming up when his intense violet-shaded eyes look at yours, and no words were enough for you to explain the connection that you both have from just a simple stare.

By the time he pulls away from your hand, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Oh, do you have a fever, my dear?” He asks worriedly, removing one of his gloves to check on the temperature of your forehead after kissing your knuckles out of nowhere while the two of you were lounging on the couch in his office. “Fret not, I can make something that can ease your fever away.” He adds, before standing up and rushes away to make a drink that will help you ease yourself, unaware that he’s the reason for your flustered state.

Ah, the things you’d do for this sweet man of yours.

The same goes for ALHAITHAM when it comes to kissing you in public. He believes that the two of you kissing on each other’s lips should be private with no one to ruin it or spoil the intimacy, and so you often find him kissing you in other parts instead – specifically, your hands or cheeks.

It’s rare for him to kiss you in public since he’s not much of a PDA man, but when he does, it happens at a quiet or secluded moment when the world seems to be muted around you two. When Alhaitham finds himself staring at you for too long, he couldn’t help but smoothly put his hand on top of yours, and raises your hand towards his lips to kiss it.

His turquoise-shaded eyes stay on yours when you look at him, never looking away as you feel his lips on your skin, bringing chills to your spine from the feeling. The way he stares at you is as if he knows your deepest secrets and desires, and knows what sets you off to make your knees become jelly-like.

It doesn’t help that he’d casually act as if nothing happened after, as if it’s just a casual thing to do (it is, to him), leaving you staring at him with your mouth agape.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asks, hiding a small smirk as he glances at you.

He definitely knows what he’s doing.

CAPITANO is a strong man with a physique that could make anyone intimidated – both vision-holders and non-vision holders alike. It’s no doubt that such a powerful man like him would most likely be found in numerous battlefields, bringing the Tsaritsa many victories that she deserves.

So it’s a strange sight to see said strong man on one knee, holding your hand as he gives it an affectionate kiss. He does it in a way that’s as though you’re a deity worth worshiping. He’s a captain by others, but to you, he’s your knight in shining armor (that’s corrupted by bloodshed and death, but we don’t talk about that here).

You cannot see the expression he makes, but the way he kisses your hand is enough for you to know how much this man, who had killed so many and left no mercy to his opponents, is soft and caring for you. He kisses with care, as if afraid that you’ll shatter if he doesn’t control his strength.

It became a custom for him to be on one knee and kiss your hand whenever he comes home to you from another mission – which is perhaps more often than you both like to admit. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to do such things, he does it anyway. In a way, it’s his way of apologizing to you for the lost time, and will do anything to make it up to you.

And he always did, with gifts, comfort, and of course, love.

“I’m home, my love.” He spoke, with a hint of affection in his gruff voice that usually holds so much authority, kissing your hand tenderly.

DILUC is a gentleman by heart, and although he’s seen as the epitome of perfection around Mondstadt, he is seen indoors as a vulnerable man who you dearly care for. For so long, the two of you have found comfort and love within one another in the dimly lit room that you both share in the manor. He’s your warmth, and you’re his pillar.

In private, where no one could see underneath the aloof and courteous man but you, he’d tiredly wrap his arms around you as he sighed in contentment. It’s normal for a man such as him to be so tired from work, so tired from his duties, and so tired from everything outside of his manor, but he is never tired of you, his beloved spouse who he treasures. He’s a zealous soul who cares not for wealth and materialism, but for the people of Mondstadt and the ones he loves.

Your hand is often intertwined with his, and he’d bring up your hand up to his lips in the quiet moments of your shared intimacy. To him, your hand is a canvas that he paints with his deep affection and adoration.

You couldn’t help but soften up as a result, feeling cherished and loved by your beloved man who never fails to make you swoon.

For Diluc, kissing your hand is more than some simple intimate gesture, but rather a way to honor your pure essence – to show you how grateful he is to have you who has captured his soul in a tight grip that he never wants to leave from. And so, he continues to kiss your hand more, each a testament with a silent vow to love you throughout your lives together.

“A-Ah.. My bad,” He clears his throat, his ears turning almost as red as his hair, “It seems I almost got carried away.”

LIPS – Itto, Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya

ITTO is a kind soul at heart, with a fiery passion when it comes to his loved ones – specifically, and with no certain favoritism, you. The oni is not one to shy away from showing you how much he loves you with all of his huge heart, so expect lots of kisses from him!

The most prominent part that he kisses is of course, your lips.

For Itto, there is no greater joy than the taste of your lips, each kiss contains joy and love on his end. With his endless energy and passionate spirit, he approached each kiss and affection with an infectious enthusiasm, eager to lose himself in the overwhelming warmth of your presence and affection.

In the sweetness of your kiss, he finds it much better than the feeling of sweet victory from a beetle battle, and he couldn’t find himself to remove the pleased grin on his face whenever he gets a kiss from you.

It’s as if your lips is a magnetic force to his, as he never hesitates to kiss you whenever he could – be it whenever he greets you, whenever he wins a battle, basically every moment with him (a bit of an exaggeration really, but you get what I mean!).

“My boo boo bear!” He cheers when he sees you in his vision, running up towards you as he instantly gives you a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up with his immense strength regardless of your weight. “I missed you! How was your day?” He asks excitedly, giving you a big smooch! on your lips.

CHILDE is just as fun as Itto – if you excuse his battlelust, of course. Besides his need for an activity or someone to fight with, the prowess fighter is not shy when it comes to giving you what he believes you deserve, which is giving you his undying affection.

He’s an infectious man, who leeches off to your kisses and hugs. He’s a fighter by spirit, but a lover by heart. He’s attentive to your needs, very willing to give you tons of kisses if you ask for it. Of course, even if you didn’t, he’d snatch a kiss or two from you without you expecting it.

His love is like an unforgiving ocean, often wild and untamed, yet it comes with a fierce and unrelenting passion. In moments between the two of you, he seeks to plant his lips on yours, as though your kiss is a battlefield conquered by him, a well-done victory even.

With each kiss on your lips is a vow, a vow that he’ll see to it that he gets to see the light of day after every battle, to see you by the end of the tunnel and show you that you won’t lose him that easily. For in your presence, he found his salvation, the arm that reaches out to him to pull him out of the abyss he’s in, guiding him out of the unforgiving ocean that seems to drown him whole.

And so, he’ll never stop kissing you, regardless of where you are and the circumstances.

“Were you watching me?” He asks eagerly, running up to you before planting a kiss on your lips, his hands that are scarred from the numerous weapons he held and the battles he fought in find themselves cupping your cheeks.

When he pulls away, he looks at your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I did great, didn’t I?”

Known for his works and talent, KAVEH is no doubt a respectable man around the land of wisdom and scholars. Many would sing praises to his masterpieces and his original ideas that bring potential to Sumeru. As what a certain scribe would describe him, he is the light of Kshahrewar and a master builder and craftsman.

However, such a bright reputation hides a man whose heart is tender and emotionally fragile, with too much on his plate. Which is why he is ever so grateful to have you by his side through it all.

For every affection the two of you share, Kaveh feels like the luckiest man in all of Sumeru – no, in Teyvat even. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you, a person who loves him for all that he is. With you, he feels cherished and appreciated even, and you balance his emotional fragility with your presence that seems so encouraging and comforting.

He seeks refuge in your affection, often cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss. His kisses are frequent, and his lips often find themselves on yours. Each of his kiss is full of love, and there’s no doubt that there seems a desperation laced in it, as if he’s scared that this kiss is his last, and you might be gone before he knew it – just like his loved ones.

Yet, in the softness of your lips, he found reassurance. He’s reminded that amidst the struggles of his life, your relationship remains timeless and true. Just like how he does with his work, he pours his heart and soul into your relationship together, cherishing the bond that you both have towards one another with tenderness.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing you on your lips with a look that threatens to crumble. “I know I’ve said it too many times, but I can’t help myself. I really am grateful.”

When you ask for what he’s thanking you for, he could only give you a smile, a sight that shines far brighter than the sun itself.

“Thank you for staying.”

You’d be lying if you said you’ve always thought you’d end up dating the notorious Cavalry Captain, who is more than often a flirtatious man whenever you’re around. KAEYA is not one who shies away from something, and if it means reminding you every now and then that he’s into you, then so be it!

Every waking moment with Kaeya is a thrilling challenge, and you two often find yourselves in a dance of wits and flirts, with a few glasses of wine and other drinks that the tavern sells. The two of you know how to push the other’s buttons, often playing banters and all. Even when you two are now dating, things are still the same – besides the fact that the two of you are free to kiss one another and often crash at each other’s places.

Yet underneath such playful flirting and bantering, there’s a deep and abiding connection between the two of you that remains unspoken but welcomed.

Unsurprisingly, Kaeya finds home in your lips. To him, it just felt right. Sure, he likes to kiss your hands and cheeks, but it’s a different story when it comes to your lips. For him, stealing a kiss on your lips is not just an ordinary gesture of affection, but rather a declaration of his unwavering love for you.

And so, more often than not, he prefers kissing you more on your lips.

With a teasing look and smirk on his face, he’d pull you close towards him without warning, his lips finding yours with an urgency that left you both breathless. There’s often laughter and desire lingering around the privacy of your bedroom, and it was a safe sanctuary that Kaeya finds comfort in.

His laughter would fade into a whisper of “I love you”’s as he traces his cold fingertips on your face that he loves to see at every waking moment. He cherished these kinds of moments, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t spend each one as if it’s his last. And so, he continues to give you more kisses to drown your sweet laughter, for in your warmth and embrace, he could only find his great happiness and peace.

“Come on, give me another one.” He chuckles, urging you to let him give you one more kiss before the two of you can sleep in each other’s arms. “Just one more kiss, I promise.”

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sh1-n0bu · 7 months

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𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

arousals over the silliest, weirdest things.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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glassrowboat · 24 days

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Daydream in a Nightmare

Authors note: I read a soulmate au where with dream sharing. Everytime you fall asleep you and your SM would meet in a world that would reflect your consciousness and who you were. So down below are the boys and what I think the places their dreams would depict.

Mondstadt

Diluc: The cathedral. His mom, back when she was alive, used to play during service and afterwards Diluc ran over greeting her with the biggest smile, asking her to play him one more song. She never failed to. Maybe that's why there's always a gentle melody playing whenever you see him as he rests his fingers over the same white tiles, simply trying to remember how to play.

Kaeya: The Dawn Winery. Or at least parts of it. Behind closed doors there's the scent of grass, of dirt, and the faintest smell of ash. He says it's simply the vineyard that in the real world would be right outside, but he knows well as he pulls your hand from the doorknob that it's ruins of a fallen nation haunting him right on the other side.

Albedo: Glass walls. A maze of mirrors and reflections. If you ever have stopped to bother to count between Albedo’s musings as he shares with you the secrets of the world, you'd notice that for some reason he always has more reflections in the walls around you than of your own figure. Like there's more of him than there is of you.

Venti: Old Mondstadt. Back before the revolution, back when there were people in the streets wishing their God weren't so unjust, but in his dreams that wall of spiraling wind is never there. A warped perception of a life he wished to have lived as he sits in your lap not as Venti the bard, but a wind sprite trying to bury into your clothes for warmth. Just don't call him pipsqueek or he'll try and bite your fingers. Playfully. You think.

Liyue

Zhongli: A place that no longer exists, one torn away by this world during the archon war. It's unlike him not to comment on a place, a trinket, an item, as you pick something up and fiddle with it, but this place he never goes into full detail on. However, he will tell you all about the artisanship of the table you two are sharing tea over.

Baizhu: His home back in Chenyu Vale, back before the illness hit his village, back before his parents passed away. Just a modest home that shows signs of being truly well lived in and loved. Mindlessly while you two talk he'll be cleaning the place, just the way he always does at the pharmacy. Though it does help give him something to fill the silence. It turns out he's a lot more used to Changsheng chiming in with comments than he thought. He just hopes you two get along when the time to meet in person finally comes about.

Ga ming: A festival. There's water kicking up at everyone's feet, up to everyones ankles as people with their face covered in all manner of masks walk you both by. Ga ming would pull you along from booth to booth, trying his best to win prizes despite the fact you both know they'll be gone by the time you wake.

Xiao: A Chinese pavilion in the sky. You walk among the clouds as you follow the path of the street, looking over the accents that seem somehow both rich in color and dull, muddied all at the same time. Something you've noticed from his dreams compared to yours, his always have a lingering black fog creeping in at the corner of your eyes. It makes you feel like someone else is in this world with you, like there's eyes waiting to do more than just watch.

Inazuma

Kazooha: A meadow. The wind passes you both by, stirring up pages of books you two sit reading in silence. You can't help but wonder if these are all books he's read before, especially the ones that wax poetry or something else. His thoughts, perhaps? Maybe Kazuha's very own writings? But that matters little as his head is resting on your shoulder as you try to catch words between the fluttering sheets of paper.

Itto: A kabuki play. It always ends up in you two hiding away in the back room where the performers would get ready before getting back out on stage for the next act. You would see the brightest of colors, richest of fabrics, and practiced movements so fine tuned that you can't understand why Itto is so focused on taking the makeup on the vanity in the back simply so he can paint your face with red marks just like his. To each their own you suppose, and who are you to complain when it means drawing hearts on his arm when Itto isn't paying attention?

Gorou: A tea house. It's a small place, simple, but certainly not lacking charm as Gorou pours you a cup. At first the fact you could actually taste the rich herbs on your tongue in this dreamscape threw you off, but now it's just another part of this odd reality. But saying that, the first time you spat out the drink he offered as soon as the bitter taste hit you. Apparently he never expected you to not already be used to green tea. The poor fella was apologizing for the rest of the night, ears laid flat on his head and tail tucked between his legs. It's okay though, you made it even by trying to give him dog treats. It was you having to beg for forgiveness then.

Thoma: It was different this time. No glowing blue flowers and a forest that you two would stroll through mindlessly while chatting for hours. No, this time Thoma was sitting on a wooden platform below a giant stone statue. Intriguing, yes, but mattered little compared to the rope burns around his wrist. He tried to tell you not to worry about it. That it was an accident. But that mattered little as your lips pressed to the red, irritated skin and he gave you a strained smile. You knew better than to ask about it more from there.

Ayato: It's ever changing. It's like he is constantly thinking of something whenever He falls asleep and it reflects in his dreams. Once it was a Japanese styled room the next it was some room in Fontaine's architecture. But it's always a bedroom. A place of relaxation as Ayato buries his head in your lap like it was a pillow. He'll whine about being overworked until you're tempted to pull on his hair just to make the man shut up for once, but last time you did that it led to the bed being used for a lot more than just rest. For now just pat his head and let him vent, the man needs it.

Sumeru

Kaveh: A sketch brought to life from his mothers blueprints. One he saw his mother sketching back when Kaveh was a boy and she would let him sit on her lap, let him comment on the drawings. She would always find some way to incorporate his addictions into the sketch. Nowadays he knows the building that was actually constructed in the end to be simpler, duller than the one his mother wanted, but in his dreams with you it stands tall and proud.

Al Haitham: An attic. It's dusty and it clearly had a hole in the roof that was covered over by some wooden planks and nails. A patch work job that needs to be fixed but if you ever take the time to bother with it while Al Haitham sits in an old rocking chair covered by a quilt reading the night away it will only be there the next dream cycle. It pisses you off. He pisses you off. All nonchalance and an apathetic look even as you plop yourself in his lap and take that book away. And what pisses you off even more? How he dares to call you needy as he holds you close. It's best to ignore the fact he started reading over your shoulder.

Tighnari: Pardis Dhyai. He'll sit on the walkway watching you kick the water of the ponds around, paying no mind to when you splash at him. Not anymore at least. He's learned quickly if he makes a snarky comment you'll give one back and it'll go on and on until somehow it ends in him getting dragged into the pond with you. Both dripping algae filled water as he wondered what gods made this numbskull his mate.

Cyno: Lambad's Tavern. Everytime he would come back from treks in the desert he would go there, get a drink, and play a round of cards with whoever was willing. It was a pattern. Work, work, rest, and more work. But now he didn't have to constantly be on work mode as he sat with you in the old booth shuffling cards as he tried to explain to you how TCG works. So far everytime you lose you've thrown those elemental dice and him, and with a smile he lets them hit him in the head despite being fully able to dodge them. His soulmate is such a sore loser.

Wanderer: Shakkei Pavilion. He hates it. Hates that this is the place his unconscious has chosen to sink onto so stubbornly. His wooden fingers would slide over the paintings depicting Scaramouche’s past that has now been severed from him in everyone's eyes but Nahida and the Traveler. If you knew, would you still hold his hand? Would you still trace the details of his joints and comment that you find his pretty face such a stark contrast to his sharp words? He's afraid to find out, the idea that you might be his fourth betrayal always lingering in the back of his mind.

Fontaine

Neuvillette: Under the water where the currents would carry stray bits of seaweed and fish swimming past. The first time you shared a dream with him here he had to calm you down as instinctively you held your breath, taking your hands in his and assuring you if he can talk like this, you can suck in air just as well. It took some time getting used to, but now he watches as you grab starfish off the ocean floor and bring them over to him like a prize to be presented. This is what humans must be like Neuvillette tells himself as you braid them into his hair.

Worcestershire sauce: A home. A nice one at that. Big, had decent furnishings, pictures of kids hung up on the wall. If you listened closely enough you could even hear children playing outside from the cracked open windows that showed the brightest sky outside. Wriothesly would walk behind you as you would watch the grass blowing in the wind, not saying a word as he rested his chin on top of your head. He never thought he'd be back here again. The very place made him feel sick to his stomach, but with you? It was bearable. Even as you tried to grab his handcuffs from him.

Snezhnaya

Childe: His childhood home. Back before the renovations he bought for the place with his money as a harbinger, back before the redecorating of rooms to fit more children, and back to what the house was like when he was just a boy yet to fall into the abyss. Back when everything was simpler. He would pick up toys that have gone missing, never to be seen again and stare in wonder how it all is exactly how he remembers it. It makes it so much easier to be Ajax with you, rather than Tartaglia.

Dottore: The hospital he was working in when trying to help Eleazar patients. For the life of him does he hate it, being back in the desert always having to tip his shoes out of sand that never seems to fully clear off. It doesn't help you try and pour sand down his shirt, but in a way he supposes it's better you two stay out here under that blistering sun than you going inside to be met with the smell of death. No, you don't need to know about that side of him just yet.

Pantalone: His office. It always makes it hard to tell at first if he's awake, not when the same scene greets him either way. You always joke about him being married to his work and you're the mistress in this relationship. At this point he counts on the comment as soon as his eyes flutter open and he's greeted with the sight of you sitting on the desk he's been using as a pillow. Still, he can never help the genuine smile at seeing you once again.

Captain: A flower field. The snowdrops peek out from under the fluffy blanket of white powder, crunching under every step he takes. Even in his dreams the cold of Snezhnaya is ever present, ever biting. It only makes sense you are shivering behind him even as he lets you steal his cloak that is more of a blanket on you than anything. This field, he knows it well, knows that what waters these flowers is more blood than anything else, but that matters little as he wraps his arms around you. Maybe he can find a way to dream you a proper jacket.

Pierro: A grand hall. It reminds you of the way ballrooms are described in romance stories as the couple depicted would dance the night away. Columns so high you have to tilt your head back just to see where they meet the ceiling covered in paintings you've never seen before. That is until Pierro steps into your view. He always offered his hand to you before you could ask, and as your fingers interlocked he would tell you about them. Always ready to answer your questions. It meant someone was curious about a part of his long lost nation. So, of course, he was always happy to share.

Scaramouche: A never ending fire. It's a small shack, engulfed by flames that never seem to dwindle or burn out the wood it feeds on. Like this place was stuck in time in his mind. He doesn't talk to you, not any more than a sharp shut up. The only time that glare he showed you disappeared is when you pulled your hand back from the curious fire with a hiss, not expecting it to actually hurt in this fake reality. For a moment you could have sworn he took a step towards you, but he never came any closer than that as he hissed at you to be careful. Dumb mortals should at least know not to burn themselves.

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darling-caelestis · 4 months

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*ೃ༄ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n; slow at the beginning. for any confusion, reader is from our world.

warnings; mention of a weapon, mention of injury (small, not descriptive), childe is a warning himself (please remember when reading this, that this is harbringer!childe/tartaglia, not the childe/ajax we know and meet in liyue), if you squint there is mention of reader giving up.

characters; childe, il capitano.

synopsis; in which, reader, wakes up in a land they don't recognise, only to discover, they perhaps know it better than they realise. creator!reader.

You had fallen asleep like normal, did your night routine like normal. Nothing stuck out like a sore thumb which could have lead to you waking up in the snow.

It was freezing, your thin summer pyjamas barely doing anything to stop the tumbling winds from crashing into your frame. Everywhere was white and the sky was a stormy gray. It was summer, how on earth did the weather get like this?

Originally you thought that you were still dreaming but when the cold became painful - nipping at your skin - you knew this was reality. Next, you had looked for your home, your safety, yet, for what seemed like for miles there was only roaring white winds and mountains blanketed with thick snow. There was a forest to your right, but you dared not enter lest, like the environment, it's inhabitants are not welcoming. Besides, the snow would also cover roots and holes - which you most definitely did not want to trip and fall into.

You had curled into a ball a while go, trying to preserve heat as you tuck your hands near chest, trying to bring back the feeling of your fingers. You had accepted your fate: your life had been fulfilling, you supposed, and in a way, this scenery was almost beautiful.

A harsh crunch in snow startled you.

You spun your head to the right, only to see a large person standing at the edge of the forest, maybe the distance between you and forest hadn't been as great as you thought. They seemed to be looking near their feet, but with salvation near you promptly yelled - you tried, but the cold had made your throat dry and it sound more like a wheeze as the winds consumed it: "Hey! Hello? Could you-"

Before you could even finish your sentence their face snapped up to face yours. You blinked, squinting your eyes, were they getting larger? Surely they couldn't have heard you, the winds had swallowed your words and you could barely talk, let alone yell. You stared up at them as they got closer. They had an odd mask, maybe it was for traversing the weather, you presumed, yet, the weapon suited on their back gave you fright. What were you thinking? A human out in this weather all alone at night?

You both looked at each other, you felt scrunitized under their piercing gaze, like a mouse to a lion: you couldn't exactly tell were they were looking but you could feel it in the back of your head. A burning sensation.

To ease the tension you decided to speak up, "Thank you ver-" the words died down your throat as your masked saviors head snapped back towards the treeline, just before another set of foot-falls came closer. You took the liberty to stand up, your legs shaking and your toes were completely covered by the rich snow.

A man came out of the treeline and stood beside the man, this one indefinitely smaller than the first. He seemed to have not noticed you as he turned to the masked individual, "Here I thought you left me, what made you come over here?" As if to pronounce his question he peered behind him then to the sides before his eyes finally landed on you.

His blue eyes widened, pausing momentarily before his hands immediately started unwrapping his red scarf to drape over your shivering figure. Heat seemed to radiate for it as you snuggled your head into it, bringing your hands up to nestle in it's fuzzy embrace. Though it was only now you could truly tell how cold you were.

Teeth chattering as both the men looked at each other with small gestures here and there before the ginger - who seemed to the bubblier of the two - scooped you up in arms and waltzed off. If you peered over his shoulder you could see the hunkier one standing guard as he walked behind the both of you.

Maybe the forest truly was dangerous.

You were near ready to pass out and succumb to the heat. This man was so so warm, contrasting against the cruel environment you landed yourself in. Yeah, this was definitely real - but that only begged the question: what on earth happened to you?

You wanted to catch a glimpse of where this stranger was taking you, maybe you could recognize your surrondings. But his hand cradled the back of your head and shoved it into his chest, murmuring about how 'you should rest, you must be tired' and 'just sleep, your safe now' suffocated you. Until you finally gave into the mental and physical exhaustion, limp in his arms.

┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✧

You don't exactly remembering sleeping - or did you pass out, you couldn't tell - but now this feeling of deja vu washed over you as you woke again in a new, completely bizarre environment.

Lavish white walls embellished with rich turquoises and blues, a high-rise ceiling with a metal framed candle candlier luminating the room in a saturated warm glow. A fire place crackles near the foot of the bed you had woken up in, you guessed that was why you were so cozy. This room was so... ecceratic, far too much for it to near anywhere where you had lived, you would have known about a house like this long ago.

You shook the covers off yourself as you slipped your feet on the floor. The wood was cold, much colder than the warmth of the bed duvet, yet, you ignored it as you walked with undsteady feet towards the window.

Maybe if the tundra had disappeared you could thank your saviours and move on with your life, you thought as you moved the crisp floor-length royal blue curtains to the side. Frost coated the corners of the window and snow hurled against it like thunder. You had to properly peer over the frosty corner to see your surrondings.

It was difficult to see a foot beyond the window - much like the snow earlier when you had been outside - you surmised the weather hadn't died down at all.

You were floors above to ground, further emphasising how you were so so far away from home. You let out a disappointed sigh, you couldn't even tell the time in here.

Maybe you appeared on those people's private land and that's why they were in a desolate place like this. Or maybe they too woke up in this land, only they were coincidentally more properly dressed for it. Maybe-

Your stomach rumbling abruptly, stopping your thinking session.

You glanced at it, now that you think about it you were starving. When was the last you even ate?

Surprisingly, opening the door of this room hadn't been your first thought when you had woken up, but now, you honed in on it.

The door didn't even creak has you gently pushed it open - this house must have been well looked after. You peeked your head out first, looking around for anyone, anything. You don't know why your so weary, but this whole situation put you on edge, and just as the old saying goes: 'better be safe than sorry.'

The hallway was accented the same as your room, blues and whites, yet something seemed darker. Whether it be the lighting or dark, stormy sky outside, you didn't know. A chill ran up your spine, not from the cold, but something else, more sinister - an instinct.

[ RUN---Ŕ̸̞̮͎̈́u̷̡̱͖̼̯̟̲̥̐̓̔n̸̢̹͎̈́̽͛͂̋͐͒͠ --! ]

With no-one in sight you left the room, making sure to close the door behind you (didn't want the owners to know you had left, you didn't know how they would react). Feet padding across the marble-esque flooring was the only sound echoing throughout the long, desolate hallway.

You grimaced everytime you walked past a door, scared even your breathing would be too loud if someone was in fact, in the room. You made to a fork in the corridor without a problem - not counting your anxiety over traversing the simple hallway.

You paused, preening your ears to see if you could hear anything; once again, the building was silent. One pathway had lighting, the other didn't. Your choice was obvious - who willingly goes down a dark mysterious corridor after being saved (read: kidnapped) by strangers?

Yet, the heavy, foreboding sense of being watched as you pattered down the brightly lit hallway didn't escape you, so with shaking eyes you kept glancing back over your shoulder into the void.

[ Were you hoping to see someone, to prove you weren't crazy and were actually being watched? ]

Your breathing caught up with you unexpectedly, and your sourly realised that in your worry-induced state you hadn't been breathing properly. You stopped walking, closing your eyes and taking a deep (remembering to be quiet) breath. In, hold for a couple seconds and release, out. You repeated it a few times, the simple task seemingly dragging on for hours. You couldnt- no, would never close your eyes again: your anxiety spiking.

You peeked one eye open, adjusting to the lighting before opening the other. Admittedly, you may have been worrying over nothing - but you could feel eyes watching your move.

You glanced behind you again, the hallway still dark and brooding, yet, nothing had changed.

Nobody. Quiet. You were alone. You had to be - you would of heard someone else, right? But, this castle has to have someone else inside, otherwise, why would the lights be on?

You sighed, shaking your head solemnly before turning back towards the light filled hallway.

However, when you turned, it wasn't plain white walls that in encompassed your vision, no. You tensed, mouth agape.

Swooping ginger hair, cerulean eyes, tall, gray clothing, red scarf- that man was peering down at you, a mischievous grin spread across his pale face.

In better lighting you could recognise his features better, from the small scar across his jaw, the freckles on his face, and to the thin streak of white in his hair. You -no- he should not be here. Something was terribly wrong. This isn't real - you hands involuntarily curled into fists, nailing digging into the soft flesh. And you could feel it - the burn on the skin being torn, the barrier broken.

Not a dream then, a hallucination? Yes! that just be it.

"Ah, I see your awake already, I was just coming to get you."

Nope, no, nada- please. Why does he sound the exact same, why-

"Childe...?" Your voice was meek, timid, scared, you hated the way it sounded but you didn't have it in you to care.

You watched as his grin widened, pulling at the soft flesh of his rosy cheeks, his eyes glinting with something unknown [ greed, hunger... ]. His posture tensing - not out of fear, but excitement.

His reaction all the answer you needed: you screamed.

#genshin cult au #sagau #sagau x reader #x reader #x gn reader #self aware genshin #fatui x reader #childe is a gremlin #gingers #creator!reader #il capitano #tartaglia

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demonskiss · 1 year

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Hi one again it’s 👾 can you do something on capitano or pierro idk if you can tell but I like big men 🤭 if not it’s cool tho

capitano nsfw drabble 11

cw: size kink, fingering, gentle capitano (to reader’s displeasure), accidental overstim

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you’ll never truly get used to his enormous size, you think. no matter how slow he prepares you, fingering your tight hole with one, two, and three fingers, making you pliant and so desperately needy for him, begging him to take you like the strong, powerful man he is. when capitano finally gets impatient, he thrusts at an agonizing pace, leaving you whining as you feel the drag of his cock along your walls. but he dare not to hurt you, and he ignores your wails, your pleas for him to use you like a cock-sleeve.

“dear, you fit me so well.” the larger man breathlessly pants, nuzzling his face into the crook of your much smaller neck. “don’t worry, i’ll make it fit, you need to be patient however…” oh, he’s just so sweet, and you’re so desperate to make him snap and take you like the wanton whore you are, but capitano’s patience outlasts yours. but finally, he begins to thrust at a steady but slow pace. it somehow feels too overwhelming for you, and he hasn’t even gone at the pace that he likes! how will you handle him?

capitano will make you accommodate to his size, he’ll gently coo you the entire time, it just needs some work is all!

I CAN TELL. it’s ok i like big men too i’m crazy just a lil bit

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ruisutea · 1 year

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Your comfort touch - Various

Your boyfriend comes home to see his sad lover crying, how does he comfort you?

Fluff - Comfort

Various Male!characters x gn!reader

Reader uses they/them prns

Use of the pet names: baby, darling, beloved

He may not know how, but he's trying. He doesn't want to see his beloved cry on get upset. He might not give the most, comforting words, but he will make you something to make your mood better!

ᰔᩚ Diluc, Xiao, Al Haitham, Wanderer/Scaramouche

His first thought when seeing his darling cry, is who did it. But although he wants to ask and go find that person or even a thing that did it. His first priority is to make you feel better, do you need cuddles? To rest on his man boobs- to eat? He'll give you anything, and once your asleep, he just goes in to find what made you so unhappy.

ᰔᩚ Childe, Diluc, Xiao

Comforts and just stays with you, drawing circles on your back, and whispering sweet praises to comfort you to sleep. And by the time you wake up, he's already by the door with some food and a drink, where he then just wants lean you on his chest and put flowers on your hair or just to even braid it.

ᰔᩚ Zhongli, Albedo, kaveh

May not seem to care as much, but will go and find what made you unhappy without you noticing, and warn them about the consequences if they continue to hurt their darling.

ᰔᩚ Dottore, Capitano

One moment you see him, the next he's gone. But before you leave he's coming with gifts to comfort. Yes, he does comfort you with other things but gifts. And there is no declining.

ᰔᩚ Pantalone, Ayato

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lxmine · 1 year

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Heyy! I’m the person that asked for the pt 2 for the chest hc’s <3 I was wondering if you can do kissing hc’s for dottore, childe, Capitano, or Al haitham? (Separate) I loveee your writing <3

❝shut up.❞ + dottore, childe, capitano, al haitham

+. fluff, lots of kissing, slight suggestive

+. summary ; genshin men kissing head canons <3

+. A/N yawl this isnt smut ok T-T but its kinda suggestive but not rlly, as you know im a minor so i wont be writing it too smutty LMAO AND THANK YOU GUYS FOR SUPPORTING ME! I HAVE REACHED 60 FOLLOWERS AND U GUYS DONT KNOW HOW GREATFUL I AM FOR THIS <33 ILY GUYS SO MUCH

dottore

your first kiss with him was just kinda normal. this dude does not make a single reaction when he kissed you for the first time.

not bcuz he didnt like it, it was just its so he could tease you about it.

“did… you not like it?” “oh dear, i was spacing out, darling. would you mind doing it again?” he smirks as he sits down on his chair and then pulls you closer by the waist, while looking up at you.

he loves it when you get all shy on him.

he’s not a fan of pda but i think if needed to be obvious, he would take off his mask while glaring at the person who was trying to get with you and just pull you in close and LITERALY make out with you.

he’s a sadist of course he loved the embarrassed look on your face.

but if you’re feeling sad and if he loves you enough to even comfort you (i dont think he’ll be that affectionate and just date for the thrill of it or just so he could have you as a personal test subject, but he’s hot) he’ll sit you on his lap and kiss you on your neck while he listens to your problem.

he also loves your neck sm, like when youre at home and wearing something that reveals your neck, he’d come behind you, arms wrapped around your waist as he kisses your neck softly.

capitano

bro is majestic, passionate, and good at kissing ;)

i really like the thought of him being a big softie because!? why not!?!?!

whenever the two of you are cuddling, and your face is buried against his chest, he’s give you small head kisses or forehead kisses cuz he loves you sm.

kisses with a warning, “may i kiss you?” everytime he wants to. he’s a gentle man okay!?

daily forehead kisses from him <333

would have you sitting on his lap while yall make out 0_0

his arms or hand will always be on your waist no matter what.

insecure? of your face? your tummy?? don’t you worry dear, capitano is here to kiss it better <3

would kiss your insecurities away while sweet talking to you.

childe

PDA

no shame at all T-T in front of the other harbingers? yeah, definitely would kiss you out of no where to piss everyone off.

make out sessions 3x a day just like a meal fr (HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY)

love love love loves to hugs you so tight while you kiss.

he admires capitano so just like him, he loves having you on his lap while making out too, with his hand on your waist.

bites your lower lip whenever he gets cheeky.

sleepy kisses on the neck/chest whenever you cuddle and he’s the little spoon and forehead/head kisses whenever he’s the big spoon <3

just loves kissing you everywhere and anywhere in general tbh.

al haitham

unlike childe, he likes to keep it lowkey.

holding hands under the table while the two of you study together, stealing kisses whenever no one’s looking.

but his personal favorite is kissing you at the library behind the big bookshelves whenever the two of you are alone.

holding you on the neck softly while he pecks your lips several times with a small smile on his face.

whenever he gets jealous of your mates, he would simply just steal you away from them and take you somewhere the two of you could be alone and just… make out.

kaveh isn’t new to catching the two of you in act, in fact he’s caught the two of you more than he could count by his fingers. and he’s tired of it T-T bro feels very single.

the first time was when you and al haitham are left in a classroom and your arms were wrapped around his neck and his around your waist.

“what the… fuck did i just walk in to??”

THIS TOOK SOSOSOSOSOSOSO LONG IM SO SORRY T-T BUT NOW I HAVE OVER 80+ FOLLOWERS OMGG THANKYOUGUYS SM I LOVELOVELOVELOVEYOU ALL ISTG anyways this took too long but i rushed it T-T im sorry nonny </3 pls send more requests so i could busy myself because were having a week long break <33

MASTERLIST

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #dottore x gender neutral reader #childe x gn reader #capitano x reader #al haitham x reader #al haitham x gn reader #genshin headcanons

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devilruin · 2 years

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Invertito La Giustizia

Pairing — yandere capitano x gn reader

Summary — you've never been disloyal to the tsaritsa — you have never stepped out of line, caused trouble, or tarnished her ideals, because you know better than anyone else that the one time you do will be the last.

Warnings — general yandere warnings, mild violence, vague mentions of captivity

Post Type — full length work

Word Count — 1.7k

Author’s Comments — (capitano lovers come get your food!) who's a fatui fucker? yep that's right it's me. please hyv let him use the electro skirmisher model…

Within Zapolyarny Palace, there are many secret passageways. Some lead outside towards the night market, while others lead deeper into the ice, evermore closer to celestial blasphemy. Each corridor looks the same — tall icy walls, with the occasional hanging lamp for light — and if you’re not careful, you’ll end up walking in circles for hours on end. These uniform halls serve a dual purpose as a maze for those led astray (often with negative intentions), and as a trap for foolish trespassers. Which is why Her Royal Highness had all the written records of this frozen labyrinth destroyed long ago.

“These stupidly complex passageways are going to be the death of me I swear…”, letting out a deep sigh, you press your back against one of the frozen walls, and slowly sink to the floor. Being a low-ranking member of the Fatui had its perks — a tidy place to stay with regular warm meals and hundreds of people to socialize with is hard to pass up as an orphan. Yet in all of your years here, the only friend you have is Alyona.

Alyona, the absentee.

The chilly wind has your teeth clattering against each other, and you click your tongue in irritation. Anger fuels the strength in your legs, and you quickly stand, ready to move at a moment’s notice. You take two steps forwards before your left knee buckles under you, leaving you kneeling at the foot of a lamp. The candle’s flame sways languidly, almost as if it’s laughing at your predicament.

“I swear once I find her…!” , your gloved hands bundle into fists, stretching the thick leather till it cracks, yet you’re far too ticked off to care. Just the idea of wandering around these identical pathways for another two hours, looking for Alyona in a frozen maze, makes your blood boil with rage. Why do you have to be the one to find her again? She’s always ‘missing’ from her squadron anyway, so why do they care where she is now? Another deep sigh drags through your lips, as giving up was never an option — your legs follow your mind’s order to ‘get up and continue searching’.

The deep passageways begin to merge and dissipate within the blink of an eye.

“Tsaritsa, I wish I had a map. It’s so annoying to crawl around like a mindless cockroach. There’s nothing special about this place anyway, so I don’t see why — oof!” A sudden impact cuts off your stream of complaints. Whatever hit you was far too warm to be a wall, yet before you can turn to identify the object, it latches onto you with incredible force.

“There you are [First]!” It’s Alyona, her eyes brimming with excitement as she wraps her arms around your shoulders. “I was looking all over for you, you know?”, she bats her eyes and teasingly squeezes your upper arm, hoping to get a reaction.

Even though you’re exhausted and irked beyond belief, you gladly welcome her affection with a light chuckle. “That’s my line, you troublemaker! Honestly, do you even know how…” Half-heartedly, you ‌begin to give her a piece of your mind when a calm, deep voice beats you to it.

“What are you two doing here?”

Immediately Alyona and you stand as straight as a board. In front of you is one of the eleven harbingers — larger-than-life figures that run the Fatui like a well-oiled machine. There’s no telling what consequences might follow should you disrespect them.

“Lord Capitano, sir!”, even though your voice is still slightly hoarse from yelling, you salute first, and Alyona messily copies your action. Like a child mimicking their parent, the results are sloppy: she holds her elbow too high (it should have been level with her shoulders) and the cleanliness of her suit leaves much to be desired. Still, she hurriedly follows your actions. The two of you hold the salute like sculptures, and as your lungs burn from holding your breath, the primal urge to flee swims through your fear-induced mind. Out of all the people you could have run into, it just had to be him; ‘The Captain’ of the Fatui. As the main military leader within the Fatui, he’s well respected for his decisiveness in the field, and strategic planning off the field. To see his imposing figure standing before you, scanning your face for any traitorous signs, sends ripples of shame down your spine.

Capitano seems unimpressed by your demonstration of a proper Fatui salute, having seen an actual one at least a few dozen times per day, and moves closer instead.

“I’ll ask again.”, this time his voice is still, and the pressure he gives out is suffocating. The air around you feels thin, making you gasp for oxygen in the enclosed space. “What are the two of you doing here?”

His tone of voice clarifies that there’s no room for lies; there’s no way to worm the two of you out of this one. Your only choice is to confess, to tell him that the two of you were…

Alyona quickly lifts her head to respond, “[First] and I were heading towards the barracks, sir!” Willingly, she places the spotlight on herself — confidence oozing out of her every pore — choosing to burden herself with a major role. Like an actress on stage, she must recite her lines perfectly, as a single mistake would reveal her little performance.

Capitano’s eyes seem to crinkle behind the darkness of his mask, and as he shifts his weight to one side, his head slowly rocks back and forth. At this moment, he has become a judge within this court of ice. One of his arms smoothly crosses itself over his torso, his large palm wrapping around his upper arm as he silently considers the validity of her statement.

“Were you now?”, his feet twitch with every syllable, almost as if the deadliest poison laces his words. He’s undoubtedly displeased with your behavior, and you’re positive that he is silently ruminating on your demise. The palpable tension in the air coils around your neck, threatening to squeeze out what little breath you still have. Yet before the depths of terror can swallow you whole, there’s a slight tug at the hem of your jacket. Alyona’s small, shaking hand had reached out and grabbed you, reminding you of the most important fact: you’re not alone.

Courage bubbles up from deep with you, helping you find the resolve to look directly into his eyes and respond. “Yes, we were sir!”, your words come out clear, like a cleanly cut crystal. It’s a stark contrast to Alyona with her hidden right hand — still trembling from Capitano’s piercing gaze. His intense stare scrutinizes the both of you, skeptical of your true intentions.

He won’t fall for it. He knows better than to place his trust in the words of lowly grunts.

“Then…”, he pauses, visibly disappointed with your reactions, “Why are you in the Eastern Wing of the palace when the barracks are in the South Wing, Sergeant Alyona and Sergeant [First]?”, it’s only a single sentence, yet it rips away all forms of security.

You had lied.

To him.

Neither of you can formulate a response that will save you from the hole you’ve dug. The best that you can do is buy time with your stammering. “That is…”, you really wished you could come up with something, anything, to placate his anger. Yet, all excuses fell short on your tongue.

“Do you have no explanation for your actions, including answering a commanding officer dishonestly?” Capitano throws out one last line — morally thinner than a strand of spider silk — for either of you to hold on to. It’s a meager attempt at fishing out the truth, yet it’s painstakingly obvious that it does not matter.

“I see… very well, then.”, his baritone voice reverberates within the confined space. Mind evidently made up as he strides into your personal space. Before either of you can react, a wide, black gloved hand snaps upwards, harshly grabbing Alyona’s upper arm.

“I will tell Pantalone to transfer Sergeant Alyona to Sandrone immediately.” Alyona’s legs lock into place, while her eyes frantically shift around, looking for a way to escape from his clutches.

“My Lord, you couldn’t possibly mean…!”

“You have tarnished the honor of the Fatui far too many times, Alyona Chepliev.” There’s no room for arguing with him, and instead of wasting her breath on excuses, she spins on her heel to face you.

“[First]! Help me, I don’t want to go to Lady Sandrone! She’s…” Yet before she can finish her pleading, an agile chop connects with the side of her neck, and knocks her unconscious. Capitano barely spares her a glance as he throws her inanimate body over his left shoulder.

“As for you…”, he silently trails off, obviously contemplating what horrible designation he should assign to you. He could leave you with Il Dottore, where he would subject you to a myriad of gruesome experiments. Or he may throw you into the hands of Pierro, who will exploit your every weakness in the name of ‘victory’. Either way, you’re doomed.

“From now on,” your teeth grind against each other in anticipation, “You will be under my command.” Your disbelief is in bold letters across your face, as you crane your head upwards with a matching pair of full-blown eyes and a slack jaw.

Capitano takes your silence as acknowledgement of his judgment, still walking a few feet ahead of you, when he continues his verdict on your transgressions.

"I will thoroughly embed the meaning of honor, to both oneself and one’s god, into you. Once you are free from the confines of your weaknesses, then I will acknowledge you as one of mine.”

“However, know this Sergeant [First]…”, swiftly, he turns on his heel, coming face-to-face with you in a blink of an eye. The encompassing air stills for a moment, sending a biting chill through your veins. One of his clawed fingers reaches out, quietly stroking the apple of your right cheek. He’s close enough to see and feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, yet it brings no comfort to your shaking figure as he gives you one final warning.

“There will be no second chances.”

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤(𝐬) 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐈 - 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨) 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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simping-overload · 2 years

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【 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎 】

FALLING LEAFS. 𑁍 I love this big booby man sm

FLOWER POT. 𑁍 capitano,

GROWING VINES. 𑁍 fluff, give me capitano lore

FALTERING SOIL. 𑁍 n/a

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the fact you manged to win this man over is quite the surprise. he is not the most social person, like at all he prefers solitary over anything

he's a man of very few words and this is prevalent in how he shows his affection towards you.

he's very much an, action speaks louder then words type of guy. often just carrying your bags, helping with chores, etc

he adores physical affection as well, giving you head pats, sometimes hugging, and so on

he's quite the cuddler, he's quite find with any postion, but his personal favorites is when he's spooning you acting as a shield to protect you from the world. Or if he's in his softer moods he likes laying on your tummy,in between your legs whilst you run you hand through his hair

he probably won't show you his face until he has complete trust in you and had been with you long enough, so you probably won't be able to see it until a few years or so into your relationship

he doesn't want anybody he doesn't trust to find out his true identity, nor would he want somone to leave him for the way he looks

So you will have to be very patient in this process, don't even try to take his mask off he will lose trust in your immediately. He just wants somone to he able love him, for him.

he's a huge animal lover, from the largest snezhnayan wolf to the smallest little squirrel, he absolutely adores them and aniamls have quite the liking to hin as well

At his mansion, he has a special room(s) that connects to the outside so when he takes in injured animals, they have a large enough room that resembles there home so they don't get to stressed and so on

granted he's not the type of person to make attachments easily, but when it comes to aniamls? He is sucha softy.

In your relationship together you best get used to having animals around if you aren't already.

Overall, he will try his best to be a damn good partner to you, and hopes you will return the energy.

#x male reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x reader #male reader #gn reader #capitano x male reader #capitano #capitano x reader #fatui x reader #fatui x male reader #whats it like being in a relationship with:

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monettsuki · 10 months

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Capitano headcannons

Its all fluff don't worry too much about it

(Edit: I just realized that this may seem like ooc even if like we don't know much about his personality so now that is on my mind what do I do)

he gives surprisingly good hugs - somewhat like a bear hugging you - could stay in his arms forever if it was even possible

if he's hugged directly as he enters the home he shares with his s/o he will melt in your arms - especially if he's had a bad day again and just wanted to relax for once

Light sleeper and sometimes cannot sleep even if it would save his life - basically you have to drag him to bed so he gets at least a few hours of sleep before waking up and getting to paperwork if he has any or training new fatui members under his command (I doubt you could keep him in bed with his physique - easily overpowers people but maybe if you would ask nicely alongside puppy eyes he might indulge in your endeavors)

Before you (somehow) caught his attention (and heart) he might have been ''married'' to either training or doing paperwork - a workaholic basically

If you were a fatui member before you two got together he would spar with you - but not in excessive amounts and would sometimes refuse (especially if you have a smaller figure) due to not wanting to injure you severely

Just me or he would be able to cook well - like he would be a great cook and the other Harbringers would praise him for his cooking skills - you can't refuse his cooking because it would be good , would not mind if you wanted to cook something for him as well (picked up cooking as a hobby as a means to destress after the long days of work)

He would love to have a partner that adores cuddling (i mean who doesn't -anyway) he definitely would love to wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him - would prefer if youre facing him because he adores seeing your face in the mornings

I personally believe the reason for his mask if because he has this huge burn scar on his face and severely hates when people just stare at it (like they did in the past before he eventually decided to wear his helmet) - the first time he actually decided to take his helmet off in front of you he was genuienly terrified for the reaction you would have seeing his face

I feel like he's an introverted person but enjoys doing the leadership things that are required for him as a Harbringer - that being said he doesn't show any kind of emotion even with his tone of voice and prefers it that way but with you he might actually show a softer side (especially due to also being able to see his face so he knows he can trust you)

He likes having someone run his fingers through his hair when he is exhausted after a day of work 100% - the feel of your fingers brushing through his hair is so calming for him - would lay his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat so he knows youre actually there and then when you start running your fingers through his hair he just melts in seconds

Would probably like to pet dogs on the street - especially the fluffy ones but he knows he can't have one dude e to probably both of you being to busy to take care of it 90% of the time - but it's alright because the dogs he pets is enough for him

At first he wouldn't be that fond of hugs, cuddles or anything really that included physical touch between the two of you touch starved most likely - but gradually he would start greatly enjoying your affection towards him

Likes mint and black tea but mainly drinks coffee to keep himself awake

I feel like once you enter his life and he gets used to your presence - especially cuddling with you and the feeling of him holding you in his arms he would have trouble sleeping if you're not there with him so he can hold you - would also probably be a bit worried if you're on a mission because who knows what can happen

On missions he would usually be accompanying your team and since you'd be his right hand (you should also have the skill for that because then it would get really suspicious if you were that but lacked the combat skills) most probably he would have the reason to do so - his reasoning would just be that he wants to make sure it all goes smoothly (also doesn't want anything to happen to you)

If you have any insecurities he would most likely try to make you feel better about yourself with compliments and praise - he would hug you and pat your head while he tells you all of that for added comfort

That's all goodbye 💙

#genshin headcanons #fatui x reader #genshin fatui #fatui harbringers #genshin impact #gn reader #capitano #capitano x reader #fatui x you

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versadies · 1 month

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school’s been keeping me busy, but it won’t stop me from cooking!!! choose your meal for me to prioritize for this week😋

in case you want to know who are included in the fics above, they’re all mostly the tall male characters in genshin (neuvi, zhongli, wrio, diluc, alhaitham, kaveh, childe, pantalone, capitano, etc.) :>>

furthermore, all fics are gn!reader 😚

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pineappleandcake · 2 years

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

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

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

idk i js randomly thought of it LOL!!

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

When another harbinger makes a move on you...

Pairings : Jealous Pierro x Harbinger Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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s3ibro · 1 year

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➢ capitano brainrots !

// hi welcome to my brain dump i wrote this at 12:49 am

big man. prolly something around 213 cm / 7 ft? makes him very scary to stand face to face with. the mask doesnt help, it makes him feel distant and inhuman. although, there is an allure to it as well, a mystery you are desperate to get to the bottom of, an unbreakable attraction.

capitano has a habit of watching you from afar, grateful that his mask hides the truth of his gaze. he’s quite sure you would run, full of fear and regret, if you had even the slightest idea of how he truly feels for you. is it hatred? is it carnal desire? something else entirely? what is it that draws him to you? he despises that you are a distraction from his duty as a harbinger, he cannot remember the last time he was touched beyond a battlefield, he sees you smile and he feels that this could quickly become a problem. love has never been in the cards for the harbingers </3

When you’re constantly on the warpath, what you need to stay sane is stability, and that’s what he would look for in a partner. he would like the way you always ask how his day has been, how easily you settle into routine with him, how even so far from schneznaya, he can still a home with you around.

i feel like capitano’s love language would be physical closeness, not necessarily touch, but intimate closeness nonetheless. sitting on a sofa next to him, each of you busy with different things, but still together, silent but showing each other love through the simple of act of being together. or when hes in council and you speak up. one of his advisors is quick to shut you down but capitano is there behind you, strong and cold and comforting. the advisor doesnt try it again.

imagine his hands. large and calloused from decades or perhaps centuries of war, forever scarred from close calls and duels with fearsome enemies. imagine how stunned, how flustered, even, he’d be if you showed those hands affection; if you kissed them and held them and made sure that if the man they belong to ever fell in battle, they’d know love before that moment.

how would he feel if he were forced to betray you for the fatui? what comes first, his loyalty or his lover? in the end, i think he’d chose the fatui. centuries of loyalty weighed against a few more short decades with you,,, he tries to tell himself he’s seeing the bigger picture.

imagine capitano falling in love with you at first sight during a raid on a natlan village. you, so pretty with tears running down your face, weeping as everything you’ve ever known burns. he takes a brief moment to dismount his warhorse, stares down at you in utter silence. you wait for him to swing his blade and put you out of your misery; instead, he grabs you round the waist and hauls you onto his horse, mounts behind you, and as the town burns and the wind lashes your cheeks, youre left in utter shock with no choice but to hold onto him for dear life kinda wanna write this into a full fic but I have so many wips already dhsosoheks

#capitano #capitano genshin impact #capitano / reader #Capitano x reader #headcanons / drabbles #hngngngn #capitano / gn! reader #gn reader

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glassrowboat · 3 months

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Morning After

Authors note: This includes a variety of my own headcanons on these characters. The reader is gender neutral. This includes only the male harbingers, but I am willing to write one for the chicks too ^^

Capitano.

-The instant you stirred in your sleep, just the slightest twitch, and you were pinned to the mattress with a looming figure above you. His black hair tickled your skin, swaying back and forth from the sudden movement, but that was barely a concern when this man who had been so sweet with you last night was suddenly acting like a switch that flipped off in his brain. All you could tell was one discernable thing after the sudden surprise: there was no escape if he didn't want there to be.

-”Capitano?” You called out, voice hesitant and barely a whisper as fear choked back the ability to speak confidently.

-Immediately the tense nature that had over taken his form fell, shoulders no longer strung together as that soldier who had been pinning you down held you close and started apologizing for startling you.

-He didn't have to say it, he didn't want to, bit for a moment there the Captain had mistaken you for someone that crept into his chambers with ill intent. He's a soldier. War is what he's known for. This caution just comes with the territory.

-To make up for his own actions he makes sure you're well fed, given a hearty breakfast (one a little too big for you to fully eat but he doesn't mind giving you some Tupperware to take it home in) and tea.

-It's just he's a terrible conversationalist, barely talking as he just nods along to whatever you say, making you carry the flow the entire morning as he adds in an occasion “yes, interesting, or no.”

-At least he's handsome under that helmet.

Childe.

-Fell off the bed the moment he saw you, a shout falling from his lips from the surprise of the fall and well, this naked person in his bed.

-Why he didn't expect you to wake up and throw a pillow at his head for being so darn loud when you have a hangover? Well, only Celestia knows. Though he didn't bother to block it, simply accepted getting hit as it didn't even knock him back.. well that is if he didn't play along and dramatically fell down onto the floor.

-”Are you always such a drama queen?”

-”A guy can't play along with a joke?”

-Very sweet, but a little bit annoying as he asks about you in as many questions he can think of. What's your favorite color? What's your job?

-Admittedly Childe has never had a one night stand before so he doesn't know what to do in this position so when you give him a sweet smile and tell him to just to let you get dressed for now he goes to get a stray shirt for you.

-Definitely wants to see you again, and not just in the bedroom.

-”So where do you come from?”

-”Give me five minutes for fucks sake.”

Dottore.

-First off, what? He's aware each harbinger has their own little dedicated fan club, even him…for some reason. Yet for him to willingly bring someone, possibly one of them, to his bed? People aren't allowed in his personal quarters. Hell, he barely uses it himself, opting to sleep on that one couch in the laboratory. So why the switch in his normal behavioral patterns?

-(I personally see Dottore as a virgin so for this dweeb to lose it this way-)

-Admittedly, he's on edge from trying to remember what happened, the haze of sleep, and the shock of seeing someone he apparently trusted enough to bring to bed. It only made sense he was scowling at this sleeping body. It wouldn't be easy enough to just call it a new test subject, use the sheets as restraints to drag this stranger down to his lab and shove them in a cell but..

-Maybe not this time.

-Instead he gets up and throws on some clothes as quickly as possible, making sure to slot his mask in place despite the fact you have very obviously already seen what lies underneath. That and more.

-It has proven more useful than not to use that thing to hide his expressions.

- Depending on if he drank last night and that's what had him indulging in the warmth of another person's body, Dottore would have one of his clones stand by until you wake up. They can deal with the situation from there and take you home while he gets some caffeine in his body. An easy way to rid of a hangover and forget his newfound company.

-If it was a completely sober decision, Dottore no longer has the excuse that he simply got ahead of himself from the drink and would therefore be hostile in response. Unable to put up with this one bit, he would be telling his bed partner to get dressed and head home already so he can get back to work instead of watching over pointless little you.

-Don't try and say anything about possibly being emotionally attached, it would only anger him. Boy is not used to being open or vulnerable with anyone and you suddenly appearing and having held him so close last night would only set him off in the worst of ways.

Pantalone.

-First thing this man notices is he's just not as comfy as usual, somehow this mattress isn't right, he isn't sinking into the soft plush he spent thousands on. Not even his haze of grogginess was enough to make tossing and turning twist his body into comfort. (Goldilocks having motherfucker). So with a steady hand he reaches out to find his glasses on the nightstand, silver chains rattling on the surface as he pulls them close.

-A one night stand isn't an uncommon thing to the regrator, for him it's happened a small handful of times before but it's never something he's typically the better for in the morning. A man of his position caught slinking into a woman's bedroom as they drunkenly grope at eachother was far from a good look. Not to mention you never knew if the individual would keep their mouth shut.

-That has been a problem with one particular individual in the past that has henceforth been ‘dealt with.’

-But the person laying besides him was still conked out and wrapped in a good majority of the blankets the bedding had to offer. Well, a bit of a thief aren't they? Pantalone almost wanted to laugh but kept his mouth sealed shut, already knowing it's best not to wake you.

-Slowly he got up and out of the bed, trying to keep it from creaking too loudy, to put on last night's clothes. He'll take a shower and get changed into something clean later.

-With one last peak towards the stranger he spent the night with Pantalone slipped out of the front door.

Pierro.

-He's confused.

-Now he understands what happened, the sight of you naked and curled up into him is more than enough to make that clear; though your underwear basically on his favorite pillow definitely would have gotten the point across either way. But, like, him? You who look so much younger, livelier compared to what Pierro sees in the mirror every day after five hundred years haunting him.

-Maybe that joke the second made about people liking ‘older folks’ was based on reality.

-Would greedily allow himself to hold you in his arms for a time. It started with him first saying one minute, that's all he'd allow himself. Then that turned into five, then ten, then twenty. Eventually he would barely wish to nudge you awake even though he knows better.

-Don't go getting attached when there's so much left to do.

-When he finally did wake you up he did his best to make sure you wouldn't get startled, softly calling out the name he was given last night. It's just a shame you do, startling as your hand nearly wacked his face from sheer shock. (Though who can blame you? It's not everyday you blearliy open your eyes, vision still blurry as you take in a man with white hair and stars in his- wait is that the fucking Pierro? Oh fuck).

-The type to help you find your clothes and call for a cab so he knows you get home safely.

-Now all that's left is trying to figure out how to hide the hickey you planted on him.

Scaramouche.

-Let's be real here, you're not making it to the morning.

-He had no clue why he was allowing this, allowing a humans lips to fall to his own with such fevered need. In any other situation he'd be pushing them off, telling this person they're a useless worm that shouldn't ever have walked these lands if all they was going to do was use their life to paw at him. Oh but to worshipped was a delight.

-Kisses pressed to the wooden skin of his puppet body like small prayers to the God he will one day be. This is what humans are made for, aren't they? To give their all to a greater being. So readily Scaramouche let himself be tugged along as you pulled him to wherever you pleased, ready to lavish in the attention he so rarely got.

-A human isn't a threat after all.

-Yet when you tugged on his short, pulling them down just low enough for your mouth to eagerly await something filling it, everything took a turn for the worst.

-”Wait a minute, you don't have genitals?”

-And in a heartbeat you were struck with a bolt of lightning that had you dead on the spot.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #hoyoverse #x reader #capitano x reader #capitano #childe x reader #dottore x reader #Pantalone x reader #pierro x reader #scaramouche x reader #dottore #pantalone #childe #tartaglia x reader #gn reader #headcanons

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Be Vocal.. or Not.

— feat. Al Haitham, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Capitano

— prompt!? you're so loud. how does he shut you up before you get caught?

— cw. GN!reader, implied public sex, mean boys :(

Al Haitham

He found out you have pretty high libido, and would often ask him to take you in public. Shamelessly, even. As if you get off to the thrill of getting caught.

Of course he was right. So he would try to entertain this idea by making up a code word: "—behind a pine tree".

The thing is, you're too loud. He finds your voice endearing and mellifluous, believe me— but do you really grasp the gravity of your actions?

Al Haitham starts to slowly admit he's starting to get off it too. In conclusion, he comes up with a solution to keep him and you at bay.

"Keep your eyes on me."

It was a command. To keep your eyes on him, and to never utter a sound. He wants to see how much you can take, how much you can hold on to before you break. Al Haitham keeps your legs pinned on the table no matter how much they tremble and shake.

Poor darling, your sex is so swollen and puffy :( he's been fucking around with your bitch in so many ways. Edging you so bad letting his spit drip down to your pretty arousal.

He was breathing heavily himself. You were a babbling mess, a series of incoherent noises dripping out of your mouth, Al Haitham takes your mouth into his like it's honey. He leaves you hanging, a string of saliva connecting yours to his.

It was brief, but he returns his gaze to you again. It's his way of controlling your actions; despite your constant rambling of wanting to cum and being a good sweetheart, it's his way of keeping you sane.

You're such a good sweetheart for him. So obedient. Keep up with his gaze and maybe you'll receive a greater reward.

Scaramouche

He finds it amusing, really. To think you would be so willfully mishandled, getting your sex so swollen and pretty, as if it's calling out to him to get with it already.

That's fine. It makes his job a lot more fun. After all, a story with such a quick climax is so boring, is it not?

The Balladeer has such rough hands. For someone his size, he can slap the shit out of you that can make your head ring for a few seconds. He doesn't though. Wouldn't want brain damage, do you?

He finds it fun to stick his fingers into your mouth when you're fucking yourself silly on his cock, drowning out your cries— soaking his slender fingers in drool and saliva. It's a little bit disgusting.

You either consciously or unconsciously suck on them as he ruts himself into you, which turns him on so much more than he thought it would.

"Fuck. Open your mouth a little wider, won't you?"

Tartaglia

He's all in for the danger. The thrill, the adrenaline. No one's shutting up here. Be as loud as you want! Let the whole world know whose fucking you stupid, 'cus that's what you want right?

If he still was thinking straight, though. At this point he's as lost as you are. Every hitch of his breath, the groans that vibrate all throughout his throat— those increasing volumes of every moan he emits everytime he's close, you can feel it vividly.

Still, despite his lust— he can still manage to be quite a sadist.

"Oh, you can't cum yet. Does it look like you can cum? You're pretty arrogant, hmm?"

Oh, darling :( He doesnt mean it, I swear. Are you gonna pretend you don't find it hot, too?

Capitano

He's so charming with his words, although faceless, his voice is enough to induce a few pulses from your pants. He was gentle at first, but you later found out that he was not somebody you should tease especially whilst working.

This seemingly polite man had your mouth full by a mere second.

That's how he shuts you up. But alas, despite getting your mouth full of his girth, you really are vocal. Not that it's a bad thing. Your voice is absolutely music to his ears, especially when he hears you begging to come inside and fill you up with his thick, warm seed.

You take him pretty well, it's a shock. Your crazed expression is enough to say that your walls are already accustomed to his length.

Or maybe you're just too horny.

#al haitham #al haitham x reader #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #capitano x reader #capitano #tartaglia #childe x reader #gn reader

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