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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝ OUR LITTLE SECRET ❞ + al-haitham, cyno,tighnari, dottore.

+. CWs —» female anatomy, she/her pronouns, explicit sexual content, s/d dynamics,accidental voyeurism, oral acts, sensory deprivation, spit kink, corruption kink, overstimulation, praise kink, use of sex toys, pet names,cockwarming, cum play, manhandle.

+. PRECIS —» — desires and secrets are deadly combination. The later amplifies the former in order to keep the secret safe.

+. tags — @xshinigamikittenx @haitaniapologist @luvbladez @tokyometronetwork + links section.

+. AL-HAITHAM

Haitham is a man of few words and that too full of tactical reasoning yet he was not a guy to mask his expressions, and behaviors. Even though he maintains a strong expression it falters whenever you're around him. He shutters and does not seem to maintain eye contact much, it wanders off to your bosom. He does not even realize how you have noticed him staring at your boobs, every time you're busy with your chore. But when you saw him touching himself sloppily over the cloth, you had to help.

"Need a hand?", haitham was stunned. His bulge was now pronounced even more. He chuckled embarrassingly and just gestured for you to enter his room with a nod. He was pressing your buttons just like you did. He watched you meticulously but he was not ready for the next stunt you pulled. Sitting near his feet, you unbuttoned your dress having your upper bare at his display. His cheeks flushed, chest heaved prominently unable to process this situation.

He was not going to stop you either. His craving for you was overpowering and it certainly made him more silent than he ever was. You fondled your boobs while he took out his cock. The tip was already limped. He thought you'd blow him or give him a hand but when you took his cock in between your cleavage he lost his sanity.

"Ohh fuck" he uttered out loud and he knew he was screwed when you spat on his cock before rubbing his cock with your boobs pressed against his hefty shaft making him groan and shudder. You could feel your arousal soaking your panty but watching his cum spill over your boobs, him being too breathless to talk was far more enticing.

+. CYNO

The moment General Mahamatra saw you he knew he has to score before tighnari. Cyno was allured by those lips that won't stop talking, and asking questions and tighnari was more than happy to answer. He does not miss a chance to tease you especially when he caught Cyno gawking at you. On the other hand, cyno was not willing to make some eye-catching efforts and hence he took the next chance which he was eagerly waiting for: tighnari's absence and leaving you in his care. So, he made the most out of it.

"Suck", he commands having you knelt near his feet. As you take his cock in her mouth, Cyno lets out a groan having your warm mouth sheathing his aroused cock. Those lips that have been haunting him since the moment he saw you are now wrapped around his cock, finally, moving to and fro making him dizzy. He has been keeping himself in check, but when you were struggling to take him all the way he had to help you, teach you how those lips could provide heavenly pleasure which you seem to waste in talking and questioning.

Cyno cups your cheeks, lightly at first thinking you might not be able to take him or rather not respond to him like he wanted you to be, totally under his control. But when you peer through your eyelashes, soft fingers curling around his toned calf muscles he knew you were perfect for him. His grips harden around your cheeks as he starts to glide your head against his cock. His tip starts to graze the back of your throat after a few strokes, muffling noises escaping your lips encouraging Cyno to fuck that pretty mouth of yours. But he can't. He won't. He wants to prepare you, teach you how to please him, and him alone.

And just when he notices your decline in tolerance of taking him, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes he pulls out leaving you all gasping and panting. No, he does not stop there. While he gives you time to catch up with your breath as he pumps his cock to and fro with rough strokes shooting his cum over your face and exclaiming satiably, " You're good. You just need proper guidance"

Both of you were so oblivious to how tighnari planned this all along whose palms were covered with cum.

+. TIGHNARI

Tighnari loves to relax with your mouth wrapped around his cock after a day full of chores. Certainly, he is very fond of you the idea of sitting on his cock with your hands held behind your back as he sucks your tits but he is too tired for that.

“open up, I need this”, his voice slurred while you lick your lips before taking his cock into your mouth. He is bone-tired to let you sit on his cock, let alone bounce on it.

But he always lets you know how good you are, how you are so flawless at everything, even taking care of him. " Your mouth feels so good", his voice is mellowed and words rolling over each other, and with his lusty green eyes rolling white in pleasure you could tell, he would cum soon. yet you need not worry about it since he never cums in your mouth with a warning, anywhere to be precise till he lets you know that he is at the peak.

White, murky fluid gushes down your throat making you choke and pull away immediately. was he too tired to inform you? to tell you that he is close? were you so good that he forgot all about his manners? You shoot him a smile rubbing his cum off your lips and neckline earning his strong gaze on you. He knew he could not lose you. At that moment, he did forget about all his manners and kissed those lips that were slick and wet with his cum.

+. DOTTORE

Dottore likes to test deep waters. He is an explorer in every aspect of his choices. Be it having you sit on his cock as he finishes his work or giving all his attention to you, that is having his cock inside your ass while he puts a vibrator inside your cunt.

The latter happens more often since he loves how vocal you are, how responsive you are, and most importantly how obedient you are to make good use of the butt plug he gave you.

Incoherent noises fill the room as dottore pushes the button increasing the intensity of the vibrator. Every time you are nearing your high he either stops it or decreases the intensity. He is merciless; the more you beg, the more he enjoys the thrill of watching you lose your sanity, and the more he denies it.

"Ah, Princess. Just call my name one more time." he drawls out with excitement but you are too much of a mumbling mess to give him what he wants, do it what he asks. "Please I insist", he says as your cum spills along your thighs, coating his balls.

"Fuck you Dottore", you yell accompanied by a harsh moan as he increases the intensity to the fullest, keeping aside the controller so that he could guide you bouncing on his hard cock.

"not so loud darling, you don't want Pantalone to know about this right? " all you could do was give him a nod but the bigger question was how on earth did he know about your little quickies with Pantalone. Was it the Regrator who bragged about your pussy or dottore watching, jerking off as the former fucked you witless?"

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cypressvs · 11 months

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CRACKS IN BLACKOUT BLINDS PT. 1

pairing: childe/gn!reader, diluc/gn!reader, zhongli/gn!reader (separate)

cw: (all) established sexual relationships, kind of toxic college romance au, usage of an unspecified hole, it's a little sad before it becomes very horny, (childe) childhood friends to lovers, long distance relationship, college parties, alcohol, public sex, cunnilingus/rimming, creampie, unprotected sex, riding, (diluc) exes to fwb to lovers, body worship, implied m!masturbation, biting, marking, p!penetration, multiple rounds, (zhongli) p!penetration, grinding, implied ddlg relationship, reader is unhealthily dependent to zhongli and zhongli encourages it

wc: 1.3k, 400~ each | join the taglist

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CHILDE is too much and too little at the same time. Summertime of '12, and he's sneaking into your room and helping you get out of your house through your window when you shouldn't be anything but asleep. He's laughing wildly as he tugs you by the wrist, running the streets of your childhood place that you and he rule over. It's the simpler days when all you have to worry about is helping him finish the Lego set his mother bought him in a neighborhood garage sale. Sometimes you look back and you miss it and you regret that you grew up and that you allowed him to kiss you goodbye at the bus stop—on the lips and certainly not the friendly kind with mumbled promises of how he'll call and it's only four years and nothing will change. You regret believing his promises and visiting him at his dorm a few towns over and letting him drag you by the wrist like when you were kids as you crash a college party. You knew no one but knowing no one was the best because it's easy to disappear in the crowd of dancing bodies and half-crazy drunks. The red plastic cup that got handed to you was suddenly heavier and not even Childe's tongue licking and circling over your hole as you leaned your head back at the bathroom's tiled wall was enough to forget it. This isn't your world. This isn't the streets you once reigned. This wasn't you and him in a disillusioned childhood game. You let the alcohol slide down your throat, a burning tracing over your insides that makes your cry out of both pain and pleasure. There's a needy moan resting on your tongue and you shove it into his mouth as you dragged him up by his hair. There's a fucked out smile on his face when you part and he's suddenly rubbing the tip of his cock over your needy hole. You leave the party that night more sober than you are drunk, returned home the next day more worn and tired than when you left and missing the warmth of his cum inside you. Three months later and this time it was his turn to come to your place and he climbs up your room through the window like when you were kids but this time, you don't let him take you places. You grip him by his collar and lead him to a sloppy kiss, more teeth and tongue like you were once again inexperienced teenagers but you're rutting and grinding at each other like the horny college kids you were. It's messy but inside of the walls of your childhood home, in the familiar white noise of your childhood streets, you are at home. This is your world. This is where you rule and as you sink into his cock, all was right once again.

Sweet, tender DILUC once loved like a tourist in the Louvre and you—eighteen and no different from a cherub taking its first flight in uni—were a gilded masterpiece hung on the museum's walls. He observes, perceives, admires but never crosses the boundaries that separated life from art. He reaches out but pulls back; an unrivaled emotional constipation that could not be healed by heated touches on your bare skin and messy pants uttered to your swollen lips like a prayer. Sweet, tender Diluc broke your heart when you were eighteen in your messy room that still smelled like the afterglow of sex. Years later, you meet him again in the dark, eyes finding each other despite the sweaty bodies that grinded and mingled under neon lights. He's gone weary and tired from whatever success he found outside of your mundane college days but he still looks at you the same. You were a masterpiece, and as you lay under him to add onto your mighty list of drunken mistakes, you realize that Diluc loves the same—only now as he traced over the scars and bumps that he remembers too well to be considered innocent, you think that he's outgrown the running and the chasing, maturing into a curator that could only love you more and more as time goes on. His scarred hands squeeze at the flesh of your thighs as he bites and sucks at your skin. You shouldn't have let him, he was just another passing face for your lonely nights and had no right to possess you after all these years but as he pumps into your hole with groaned out professions in reverie, art spills into life and you start to crave once more the sweet and tender and innocent bliss of being so adored that it scares you and him both. It's scary how you let him take your phone the day after, how you let him punch no longer familiar numbers into it once again, how you picked up your clothes only to drop them as he fucks you against his vanity. However, above all things, it's the scariest how you're all too eager to let him, ringing him up every Fridays for a supposed to be quick fuck that always ends with philosophical pillowtalk and unfunny jokes from you and adoring smiles from him, and cooking him breakfast every Saturdays before shooing him off with a "come back soon" instead of whatever you're supposed to be saying to no strings attached fuck buddies.

ZHONGLI is—and as boring and overused the term was nowadays—an old soul. He prefers his drinks darker and mostly bitter, only having aftertones of sweetness that were never inauthentic to the source material. He likes old bands and vinyls and hand-me-down books that were littered with annotations of the soul from a random stranger he'd never come across again in his lifetime. He passes his classes with ease as if he's learned the lessons over and over again. Essentially, he exudes a maturity and sense of responsibility that makes you shrink on yourself. Whether he's sliding his hands down your arms as he looked over your shoulder to supervise your essay-writing or when he's holding your thighs open in bed as he pumped his thick cock into you with the slow and deep cadence he favors, Zhongli makes it hard to stay true to your childish, irrational wishes. You stopped buying candies because sugar is bad for you; stopped going to arcades because what's the point? There's an unspoken expectation that you need to fulfill, a silent pressure that holds you hostage at the face of encroaching adulthood. If Zhongli can, why can't you? If Zhongli is, why aren't you? He never says anything, only taking whatever it is from your hand and doing it for you. He means well but it always leaves you hanging on the deep end where the contrast of how big he is in comparison to how little you were in this similarly larger than life world. You've talked to him about it—briefly and not quite what you would've said in hindsight after you replayed the conversation in your head over and over again—but he had only chuckled in that deep, 80s charm and drawl that he always does when he found you endearing. He said he doesn't mind, maybe even prefers it when you cling to him and seek him for the minute details. Lives for it even when you whimper as his throbbing member turned you brainless, your walls wrapping and subconsciously remembering his shape and how good he makes you feel as he grinds against your pelvis. He never fails to give you that stare, dark and indecipherable but he tells you that you've been good and that you shouldn't worry about anything else because you have him to rely on and who are you to question that when all the young souls you've been with never made you feel as good as Zhongli did? You don't think being so small was so bad if it meant being tenderly taken care of by him.

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tartagliaxx · 1 year

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。VENUS IN YOUR LOVE

━━ INCLUDES: il capitano, il dottore, scaramouche, pantalone, tartaglia

━━ SUMMARY: he makes you dizzy. he makes you crave. he makes you lose yourself in the desire to be swallowed by the immense heat and the blinding light of his love; or a snippet of what to expect when involved in a romantic relationship with the characters.

━━ CONTAINS: established relationships, highly suggestive themes, making out, usage of terms of endearment (none gender specific), innocent nudity (il capitano), size differences, dottore and his experiments, power imbalance (il dottore, pantalone, scaramouche), potentially ooc characters, toxic relationships?, the harbingers and everything they stand for

。IL CAPITANO — “ the captain | number ??? ”

Natlan was a very humid place, a direct opposite of Snezhnaya where the cold seeps into your bones until you, yourself, become nothing but cold. Still, he was first and foremost a warrior, and weather conditions are the least of a warrior’s concerns. Such things can be braved through and should you be unable, then that merely meant that you are undeserving of standing under the azure banner of Her most noble Majesty, the Tsaritsa. You are, therefore, not a warrior but a fool that marches towards your death while wearing a warrior’s skin, and the Captain had no respect for such people. Perhaps that is why he had not spared a single glance to the direction of his soldier that lie fainted on the ground. Instead, he had looked towards the others who hesitated between helping their comrade and risking the wrath of the displeased Harbinger or leaving them to die under the glare of the sun despite the guilt that was likely to consume them.

“Burdensome.” He had finally uttered after a long and tense silence. “Leave them or help them. It matters not to me.”

With that, the Harbinger walks away, the haunting click and clang of his armor sending shivers down the spines of his troop as they scurried to take the fainted Fatuus to the shade. Capitano was heading to the east of the encampment, the direction of his private tent where he had asked you to wait. Normally, he’d think twice before letting you tag along to his endeavors but his strange attachment wound up clouding his judgment. No matter… In war, the victors always had their share of spoils and you, his darling, are his prize. None who dare receive his wrath would lay a hand on you — not like he’d let anyone near you in the first place.

As he entered the tent, he anticipated your smaller form to leap into his embrace just as you had done the other times. To his surprise, his hidden gaze caught sight of you sweating, eyes droopy as you fan yourself with a stack of papers you found lying around. You had long since removed your coat, leaving you only in the cotton innerwear he had so generously gifted you. With a quiet call of your name, you turned your head slightly as you sent your lover a weak smile.

“Welcome back, my love. Is everything faring well outside?”

The Captain made no move to answer you, instead pulling your weak form towards him as he wiped your face gently. His touch was so careful that you barely felt the touch of the towel on your heated skin, “How do you feel?”

“Hot,” you whispered back, leaning into his body. His armor placated your feverish self slightly whilst his hold made you lose the edge you donned earlier, “Perhaps I never should’ve underestimated the fierceness of Natlan.”

An amused huff left him, or you supposed it was one as he stood up from his crouched position. With one arm around the plush of your thighs, he lifted you along just as he had done many times before. His strength has always struck wonder in you, you mused as your eyes fluttered closed, trusting him wholly to take you wherever. Without noticing, you had dozed off and you were only aroused once more when you feel the humid air brushing against your bare skin and then suddenly, a refreshing cool that revitalizes your energy.

“This should cool you down,” he uttered as he watched you dip further into the tub. A sense of satisfaction fills his dark heart when you suddenly smiled at him brightly, shyly muttering a word of gratitude for his kind act. You reach out for his hand and he takes it. He always does.

For this was how Capitano was with you. He was not the respected man who had unmercifully claimed uncountable victories in the name of vengeance and you, one of his disposable men. No, you are his treasure — his lover. Your fragility was endearing and something he fought to preserve. You are pure and unblemished, a reminder of home as you fall into his arms like a precious snowflake: his inamorata, the reason he fights.

“Eyes,” he tells you and you eagerly close them as you hear the clanking of metal that overwhelms you not with dread but with adoration. Not even a second later, your body shivers in delight as you feel a hand grip your chin firmly but not harshly — no, never. You are too precious for that. You wait for a second but nothing came and you knew that he was once again admiring you despite your impatience. A gloved knuckle traces over your cheekbone and you are light; a mere feather in the wind compared to his might.

You speak his name, gently as if you are wary of breaking the moment, but soon, the water moves along with your body as he tugs you into him for a much-awaited kiss. That is if you can call whatever you were blessed with a kiss. The Harbinger was a warrior and warriors spare nothing in their conquests. It made sense that you, at the receiving end of his attention, were spared nothing. He devoured your existence until only the willingness to keep giving him your entirety remained. As his tongue clashes with yours, your treacherous heart craves more and more of his taste. He’s addicting, you sigh out as he pulls back to nibble at your lip, pulling at it slightly before diving back in with renewed fervor. The Captain was fire and he burns his way into you as his large hands squeezed your flesh in raw desire. You’d have him engrave himself to you if he could — until you’re nothing but an extension of him and his will. He would never though. He'd sooner cut his arms off himself than lay a finger on you. It makes you smile, giddy even. The soft tickle of his breath fans your lips and you inch closer, arms gripping his forearms for leverage as you breathe him in.

Sooner than you’d like, he parts from you, and the thumb that flies to play with the string that remains to connect you two makes you think that he too enjoys this game of carnal conquest to the point of wishing to prolong it forever. The familiar clicking came again and you take the small tap he gave you as a sign to welcome the world once more. When you open your eyes, he was already covered by his armor. The only proof of his actions prior was yourself. Need-glazed eyes that lay lidded and wet lips that are parted for each puff of breath. Had this not been a common occurrence between the both of you, you would’ve felt ashamed at how debauched you looked from a mere kiss. He has always been different — so capable of giving rise to foreign feelings in you. The heat in your cheeks and the heavy beating of your heart are proof of that and you were sure you could do anything to keep receiving from him. Who else could reduce you to someone so, so lovestruck that it prompts even a chuckle out of a usually composed man?

“Take your time with your bath. I will make sure no one intrudes on us.”

。IL DOTTORE — “ the doctor | number two ”

“Darling,” he calls for you and you immediately look up from your book to gaze in his direction. You don’t move but you do stifle a sigh as he continues with nothing. You see, he has gained a rather annoying habit of adoringly watching you stare at him eagerly whenever he calls. He likens you to an obedient puppy and you weren’t quite sure what to make of it yet. Perhaps the ever-growing frown on your face caught his attention because his lips parted in a wide grin, showing off his sharp, pearly teeth as he patted his lap invitingly, “come over, please.”

You knew better than to take his words as a request you had a say in.

When you were close enough, an arm wrapped around your waist to tug you into him rather unceremoniously. You barely caught yourself from falling into him, hands securely on his broad shoulders and knees on either side of his thighs as he leaned back to admire the view. Before you could bark a complaint, the Doctor cheekily moved his other hand to your neck, grazing a thumb across your sensitive spot before resting it by the juncture of your shoulder, “Hello there. I have a need for your assistance.”

“How may I help you, Doctor?” You reply, breathier than you would’ve preferred and glaringly flustered much to your lover’s delight — one he made no move to hide whatsoever.

“I have an experiment to complete today and I’d like you to take note of my observations. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

The Harbinger let his hand fall from your neck to the small of your back, adjusting his position so his lips were a breath away from yours. You swallow, nodding but forgetting your position so each bob of your head had your lips brushing against his. It’s embarrassing to feel even more heated from such an innocent act.

“Lovely! You’re so precious, truly. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

As if giving a reward or better yet, a treat, for your satisfactory response, the Doctor succumbs to your needy gaze, pressing his lips into yours into a messy kiss. He tilts his head to reach you deeper, and you respond in kind, arching your back to be closer to him. He tastes faintly of alcohol — the strong kind and the realization that there was never an “enough” came to you like a life-changing discovery. You wanted to be so, so close to him that you break the laws of the world and become one with him down to the smallest atom. You want to keep carding your fingers through the silken strands of his hair; keep consuming the minute pain that come with the crescents he digs into your flesh. You want him — need him even in this world already filled with such madness.

The Doctor moves away from your lips, ignoring your whine to relish the way you swallow harshly when he trails a finger down the slope of your neck. He can’t help the way he’s so hyper-fixated on it. It’s beautiful, he thinks, and even more so, the vulnerability it carries and the way a mere touch would leave you with your legs weak. The devilish smile he wore did not go unnoticed but as if sensing your question, the Doctor moves his head like a predator pouncing on prey. A moan spills out of your lips as he sucked on the delicate part of your flesh, proudly looking at the darkening bruise he left when he finished. Gloved fingers trace over it lightly and if you didn't know any better, lovingly. Warmth rushes to your cheeks, almost scalding you as you instinctively straightened your posture. His sharp gaze is on you again. You know it. You feel it even when his eyes are covered by that mask.

“A gift for you, darling, for being such an obedient pet.” A shaky breath leaves your lips and your unfocused eyes followed his hands as he motioned for someone to come closer, “Beta will take care of you for the day. Be good.”

“Is it truly wise to let them partake in the experiment, Prime?” A more high-pitched version of the voice of your lover — similarly much younger — resounded in the room. Though his words were blunt, you sensed no animosity in them.

“I’d love to deal with this myself but Regrator’s request is not one to be left ignored for long. Besides, our darling here knows better than to doze off while doing something important, isn’t that right?”

You nod mindlessly, withdrawing from Prime’s grip to stand beside Beta who had been watching the whole exchange curiously, “If that is your decision, then I won’t question you further. You should know what you’re doing.”

The older segment merely huffed in amusement before waving you off, though, that is not without a final warning towards his younger segment.

“Not to worry.” he grins in reply, similar but rather crazed as his gaze turns to you. “The absolute pursuit for knowledge is not our only similarity.”

The nerves that swelled in you quickly quieted down when Beta reaches down to clasp your hands, entangling them before pressing a lingering kiss on the back of yours. It was innocent enough, if not for the familiar cloud in his exposed eye. The thought of what you cannot comprehend, but anticipate regardless, brings a small shiver down your spine. Whether that is out of excitement or fear is a question you cannot quite answer in your current state of mind.

Prime raises a brow before laughing though the deadly glint in his eyes did not go unnoticed by his younger counterpart, “How curious, indeed. I’ll allow such a ludicrous fantasy but learn your place. I do not like sharing what is mine.”

When you feel his gaze on your skin again, you swiftly look down in fear of how you’ll react. His eyes always left you feeling uneasy — like he could decipher every secret you hold no matter how hard you try to hide them. How deep your affection for the madman runs, for example, is a secret you’d rather be left unsaid. At least for the time being when you are unsure of how far you’ve fallen from sanity yourself.

“Fascinating how love runs you mad,” Dottore mutters before grinning once more, ego practically oozing off his figure as he leans back into his chair, “Off you go now, darling. We shall continue our exchange later.”

。PANTALONE — “ regrator | number nine ”

Regrator was a generous man if you were one of those he favors.

One stray gaze is all it takes for him to wave his hand, adorned with silver rings that glint under the afternoon sun. Albeit wordless, the merchant immediately scampered away, hands clumsily packing the object in haste as if he had a blade pressed against his neck. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to being spoiled like this. Subconsciously, your hand reached out for his luxury fur coat, gripping it to catch his attention. Your hold was weak; both shy and wary, knowing full well that the fabric likely costs more than your entire existence.

The Harbinger averts his piercing gaze from the merchant and down to you, his empty smile shifting into something softer as he caught sight of your fumbling form, “What is it, my dear?”

“Thank you for being so generous, milord.”

Yes, Regrator was a most generous man for his darling and he had taught you very well to never decline the kindness he seldom spares. He’d much rather receive your thanks and your most precious gaze — bashful and awe-filled. He tilts your head with his fingers, appreciating the heat that seeps through his leather gloves.

“Of course, anything for you. But then,” his eyes crack open to peer at you slyly. Oh, how lovely you are… “what do we do again in this situation?”

Cued, you take his wrist in your hand as leverage before standing on your toes to press a kiss on his cheeks. Gloss stains the spot you touched and as you moved to swipe it off, the Ninth turns his face to press a kiss just above where your pulse beats. Your body trembles at his attention, and when you tried to take a step back to regain your composure, Pantalone immediately catches you by the waist. He leans closer, smile unchanging even as his breath brushed over your cheeks.

“Do not stray too far away from me, dearest. It’s rather cold outside.” A noise of acknowledgment escapes your lips as you glance back at the merchant who was silently gawking at you two with his hand outstretched. “Ah, yes. Guards—”

One of the many Fatuus under him soundlessly took his newest purchase, tossing Mora carelessly into the merchant who scrambled to pick it up from the snow-dusted street of Snezhnaya. Some foreign emotion swells beneath your ribs as you stare at the man kneeling before you. Right, beside the Ninth Harbinger, the rest of the world seems just a little short of being completely beneath you. He had a way of making everyone feel as if they are unworthy of his presence. In every word, in every breath, in every act, Pantalone radiates an aura so untouchable and glorious that even the shadow he casts over you makes you feel like power flows in your veins more eminently than even the blood that fuels your life.

“Shall we go then? We’ll be late for our appointment.”

And you rejoice in it. You’d place his pedestal above the gods if it’s what it takes to continue basking under the heat of his ambition. You’d follow him to hell and back if it meant that you can continue to bear witness to his incomparable splendor. This maddening pursuit is what makes you take his hand in yours, letting him lead you to the finest clothesmaker in the nation.

“Lord Harbinger! Please, take a seat here while I prepare drinks for you and your guest!”

It takes but a tug before his coat is undone and passed to one of his men and but a stride before he is sat majestically on the soft, red couch, one leg over the other as he peers over you through the edges of his glasses, “Go on then, dear. Shop to your heart’s delight.”

Admiration makes your eyes gloss over as you follow one of the shop assistants into the changing room. Sending one last glance towards his casual form, only one thought races in your mind: he’s beautiful. The skin-tight suit moves with each flex of his muscle while his dark hair pools along his shoulders like the waterfalls of Fontaine. He’s beautiful and he knows it, just as he knows you’ve been eyeing him as you disappear behind the curtain. It fills the Ninth with pride and adoration, as well as — he chuckles under his breath — the sensual desire to bring you to your tears as you approach nirvana. He was greedy, after all, and his greed shows most when it comes to the most glorious sight he has set his eyes on.

The thing about the Harbinger is that he knows what he wants and he quite finds violets and blues quite ravishing on your body. The need to please him fills you like your own greed as you immediately ask to see all such clothing. He’s got you quite comfortably dancing in his palm and the electricity that shakes your heart proves that there’s no place you’d rather be.

The clock ticks and with each second, Regrator’s finger taps mindlessly on the armchair. He exhales slowly, finding that he quite likes this and that he should make a habit out of taking you out to buy out shops more often. He has done his share of shopping, idly turning the pages of a catalog as he points here and there for the shop owner to take note of. Diamonds, pearls, and his favorite, Alexandrite — he spared nothing as he chose pieces of jewelry to add to both yours and his collection. The mere thought had him reeling in thinly veiled excitement.

His attention snaps to you as soon as he heard footsteps approach. Immediately, his smirk widens and you instinctively retreat to yourself as you feel his eyes trace over every inch of your frame, “You look ravishing, doll.”

You sent him a wobbly smile in reply.

“Won’t you give me a twirl?” Obediently, you did as told. Your embarrassment grows as you hear Pantalone mutter sweet compliments under his breath, “Truly my most prized jewel. Come here for me.”

For some reason, each step toward him felt like a step toward your demise. Then again, if this is what demise feels like, you’d gladly welcome it with open arms. Regrator makes you sit in between his leg, hand gripping both of your cheeks before catching your puckered lips into his own. The aggression was new — though not unwanted because that you drank all up. So close, you could smell the dizzying scent of his perfume. It was something along the lines of ambroxan and bergamot, you think as he slid his hand up your thigh. Teeth clashing, love crazy, and so, wonderfully messy. Pantalone’s desire washes over you like an ocean wave and sends you crashing down into the deepest depths of your mind. He’s your obsession and when he leaves your lips to insert a new ring on your finger, vibrant color matching the deep hue of your blouse, you seek him out once again with a rekindled need to drink up every last drop of him.

。SCARAMOUCHE — “ the balladeer | number six ”

The Balladeer had always been a horrible liar, you muse to yourself, as you sneakily eyed him from your corner in his office. Sure, he can fix his expression on a whim — a perfect face accentuating his words that seemed kind enough at first glance. Though perhaps, one of the rewards of being able to worm your way into his empty heart was noticing how his eyes are too expressive for his own good. Maybe that’s why he chooses to crinkle them shut whenever he smiles or why he’s so quick to avert his gaze when you peered deep into his soul after each profession of love. He's such a bad liar or maybe, you’ve just learned to read him too well.

Even now as he busied himself with signing some paperwork Lord Pierro required, he was so easy to read. His fingers tapped rapidly into his desk and his eyes fleeted from his work to the corner of his table. It wouldn’t take long before he snaps and not even a minute later — just as you anticipated, his gaze soon zeroed into you, mouth forming a snarl that would have any regular Fatuus running away with their tail in between their legs.

“Will you stop gawking at me like some kind of cretin?!”

“Why?” You smirk in reply, completely unbothered by his insults and crossing your legs as you spot the beginnings of a blush on his skin. “Do I make you nervous, Lord Harbinger?”

“Nervous? Hah, are you hearing yourself? Why would I be nervous at the sight of you?”

You stood up then, footsteps loud and clear as you approach him from his place by his desk. You leaned closer, delighting in the fact that Scaramouche instinctively retreated farther into his chair to place some distance between you two. “Why don’t you tell me, Scaramouche? Maybe this time you’d be willing to admit how far you’ve fallen for me?”

“Shut up.”

And yet despite his glare, the Harbinger made no move to push you away. If anything, he seemed as if he was expecting something as he gulped nervously, eyes flickering from your mischievous eyes and down to where your most enticing lips remained frozen into an innocent grin. You knew what he was thinking. He was so easy to read, after all. He wanted to be kissed senseless and perhaps, that was your fault. After all, this is far from being the first time such a conversation happened, and all the other times, you always made sure to fix his attitude by shutting him up in the most effective way you knew.

“Hm… You’re really so cute, honey,” you laugh as you move closer to him, nails digging into his files as you watched his eyes flutter close, “but you’re so much cuter when you try to bite me.”

With that, you abruptly pulled away, snickering when Scaramouche’s eyes blow wide open the moment he heard you take a step back, “You-! What do you think you’re playing at?!”

“I don’t know, what did you want from me? If you tell me, I’d happily give it to you. You have me so weak, after all...”

The Sixth doesn't reply, only glaring at you fiercely as his blush grew brighter. You could see the way his fingers dug into his palm and for a moment, you wondered if you teased him too much this time. Before you could utter a word of concern, you gasped as a pale hand clutched your collar and tugged you harshly forward. You were about to curse Scaramouche when he suddenly crashed his lips into yours, eliciting a small squeak from you before you relax into his hold naturally.

Why would the Balladeer ever be gentle? His grip on your clothes was tight, making sure you won’t pull away as he took what it was that he desires. He always gets what he wants and right now, he wants the aftertaste of the tea he brewed to quench the thirst that leaves a gaping void in his insides. That’s why he didn’t think twice before leaning even more forward into his desk, spare palm firmly pressed against the polished, wooden frame, body bending, and mind reeling at the way your hands fell from his hair to his nape. Do you always have to be intoxicating? His eyes welled up from feeling so overwhelmed yet wanting more, more, more and more until he's positive that you've broken him down completely. He parts his lips, letting your tongue trace around his mouth as if claiming territory that you should know, without saying, is yours. Ironically, his lips are soft and they glide along yours like silk — so much so that you can barely bring yourself to leave.

A groan escapes his lips as you pull on his hair, exposing his bare skin to you. “Pretty boy… This time, will you tell me what you want?”

Your blown-out eyes make him release a shaky breath, “You… I want your love.”

The smile that decorated your face was involuntary and you moved to massage his scalp that you had previously been cruel on. Peppering kisses on his cheek, you adored the way Scaramouche tried to subtly nuzzle into the hand you cupped his face with.

“What’s with that request?” You finally replied as you met his forehead with yours. “It’s not smart to ask for something you already have.”

“All of it,” he muttered, avoiding your gaze but voicing no complaint when you gently turned his face back to yours.

“All of it?”

He huffs, faking the haughty demeanor he always had but you knew. His hopeful eyes cannot hide a single thing from you, especially not when he closes the distance between you two again. “Yeah… From now on, only look at me. Don’t leave me, not even for a second.”

。TARTAGLIA — “ childe | number eleven ”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way he would giggle as he takes you in his strong arms, lifting you up before twirling you around, and into the way he would excitedly present you with matching articles for you to wear. He never fails to warm you up with innocent bliss even when you’re play wrestling with him for the last piece of candy. He's the purest sense of joy you’ve ever had the pleasure of possessing and if you could ever share even a fragment of how you make him feel, you’d do it in a heartbeat. That’s how you ended up here: hiding behind his couch in between his younger siblings like you were once again seven and buzzing with the childish exuberance stolen from you by adulthood.

It had not been easy hiding your exploits from the sharp eyes of your lover. He was trained to spot every minute detail and you don’t claim yourself to be the most careful secret holder out there. By some miracle (and partly because he was often out doing business), you were able to hide the surprise from him. It was July 20 and you both were lucky enough to be assigned to be on standby in your home country for his birthday.

You snap out of your thoughts when the door creaks open and the heavy footsteps of his boot-clad feet permeated the air, “Ma? Pa? Are you home?”

Tartaglia — or Ajax as he prefers to be called inside the four corners of his residence mumbles something about how they were all probably out fishing as he dusted off the snow in his hair. Beside you, Teucer stifled a giggle as he found the irony in his words to be quite entertaining. You turned your gaze towards his mother who nodded as a signal.

“1,” You count under your breath as you repositioned the confetti in your hands. For the sake of everyone’s safety, you advised against the ones that make a loud, popping sound and all his older siblings agreed solemnly, “2, 3!”

“Happy Birthday!”

Ajax flinched in surprise, fingers nearly summoning his bow before he recognized your warm smile. With that, the sudden tension in his body was released and he laughed loudly, catching his younger brother in his arms when he ran up to him, “Woah there! Who would have ever guessed that you’d all sneak behind my back like that?”

“You’re welcome, brother,” Tonia rolls her eyes teasingly as she approached with a birthday cake that his mother baked herself.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you very much lil’ sis. Your kindness will not remain unpaid.”

You snort as your lover faux curtsied, dodging the halfhearted slap of his equally amused sister. A cough made you turn your head to your left, meeting the weary eyes of his father who muttered his thanks for looking after his son.

“It’s no trouble at all,” you turn your gaze just in time to meet his curious one, “I’m just trying to give him what he always deserved and more.”

His older brother who was listening in made a joke of not knowing how his annoying little brother managed to catch someone like you but before you could reply, a pair of familiar arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his chest, “Not speaking ill of the birthday boy, I hope?”

“Nothing new now, isn't it?”

His family greeted him one by one before they left to give you some space under the guise of helping arrange the dinner spread. His warm breath caressed the side of your neck as he hummed happily, swaying you side to side by the beat of his own making. By the chorus, he twirls you around before pulling you back in and grinning at the way you automatically looped your arms around his neck.

“Happy Birthday, baby,” you murmur before pressing a quick peck on his lips.

“Mhmm…” Ajax pulls you impossibly closer by the waist as he grins, eyes bright and youthful now that he had you in his embrace, “So this is why you’ve been acting weirdly this past week?”

“You noticed?”

He laughs lightly at that, pulling back an arm just to flick your forehead, “Baby, it’s impossible not to notice every single thing about you.”

“Damn, you’re so in love with me.”

You lean closer and Ajax, always so willing to be pulled into everything about you, follows in kind with a proud smirk. “Damn right I am.”

Tartaglia’s youth oozes into his love — into the way his deep kisses are never just passionate but also fun. He giggles under his breath like a young teenager in love, fingers drawing shapes on your bare skin as he slides his hand innocently under your shirt. His hands are warm, you realize, and goosebumps follow the trail of his touch without any effort. You could feel the curve of his smile against your own at this, and joy bubbles in your heart and into your throat until you can’t help but whisper an “I love you” as you part briefly for air.

“I love you,” he says back, hand withdrawing from your back to your head as he tugs you closer into him, “so much.”

Ajax dips back in, abandoning the gentleness he usually reserves for you. Instead, he embraces the lust in him — the part that craves the mess and the victory that lies after complete domination. He fights you for power, ignoring the needy whimpers that escaped you as you succumb to your faith. All he does is pull you closer and closer until close loses its meaning and you’re all but one and the same. The force that comes from his heady sigh sends you stepping back but he follows — he chases after you until you’re backed and sat on the sofa’s backrest. Ajax wastes no time slotting himself in between your legs as you scramble to get a grip.

“Well, babe…” He grins with a near-crazed expression. His chest rises up and down rapidly as he tried to chase the breath he lost in your exchange, “You better hope you’re ready to take every drop of my love tonight.”

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lyxzeun · 2 years

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royalty au ;; headcanons <3

albedo has definitely been that one smart, brainy prince that has that big library in the palace, although he’d be ready to drop every single book in his hands to see you anytime of day.

alhaitham has been a huge gentleman even if you are to serve him, though, he is much more gentle with you than others, such as tucking you in with a blanket, offering you a glass of water, and things as such. it’s just a way to treat his beloved (servant, maybe more?).

ayato is a tease, though he sees that your reactions to him teasing you quite fun, he still thinks that seeing your caring smile and fond actions to him are better than seeing you flustered.

most caring and smug at times, baizhu is yet to have more interactions with you in a mix of affectionate fluff and affectionate teasing. in ways as in; having you sit on his lap, hugging you from behind tightly, yet his lips are pressed to your shoulder.

capitano is just as formal as any royal should be, yet in a touch of affection, he has always seemed to pay attention to you, when the other servants would simply say “lord capitano hates me! he doesn’t pay attention to any of us at all!”… well… he could have favoritism?

childe, the most teasing and chaotic prince of all. some may think he’s just a playboy unable to reveal his own emotions by a mask on his face without his eyes glinting, yet whenever he’s just alone with you, his long gone glint in his eyes come back, feeling a sense of safety with you.

cyno is quite intimidating at first, yet when he warms up, everything about his world has been revealed to you, up to old memories, palace secrets, and even the old truth of some historical events.

dainsleif is the most mysterious one of all of the princes, most likely because of that mask that has been on his face the first time you’ve met him, although one night, you walked into his room in order to give him his nightly tea, yet one thing you felt off was… he didn’t have a mask on..? he looks charming, but yet dainsleif isn’t able to keep his cool, unable to hide a blush on his face, just by seeing you.

diluc is quite a stern, formal prince, most likely so that he’ll be known to be “worthy” to be crowned king after his fathers death, yet behind closed doors, he’s been craving touch of any kind, especially when it’s from you. he’d be inviting you to his quarters before he sleeps just to hold you in his arms for a while.

dottore has been inviting you in his lab for many times, just to pull you away from your own work to have you trapped in his embrace, sighing cold air onto your collarbone as he places a trail of kisses all towards your jawline.

as generous as he is, gorou still won’t be as used to your affectionate gestures to him in his quarters, especially when he wakes up. your fond smile and a soft whisper of “good morning” to him is just enough to have him swoon.

heizou is just as curious as you in palace secrets, and as a good prince he is, at times he’ll find the urge to flirt with you in front of anyone. you find it flustering yet hilarious that he says things like; “y/n… you’re so dreamy… come back in bed…” -when he’s half asleep.

itto is a cheerful, sunshine kind of prince, one that would never keep away from conversations. sometimes when he goes on a walk with you, some of the grandmothers on the street may say “oh look! the prince has finally fallen in love..”

kaeya has never been more happier with you, because once he knew that you cared for him truly, he couldn’t take his attention off of you, some may say the prince hasn’t been any more fond of one person since one familiar departure.

kazuha writes you poems of the ways you smile, laugh, or even about the ways you cared about him, not just because he’s a prince that you should serve, but because you care for him so dearly.

pantalone was always the type to spoil you; before and after his day starts. usually by buying you your favorite things in life, but you insist that he shouldn’t, it’s supposed to be the other way around…

pierro has always been the stern yet caring king, most always towards you. he’s been protecting you by the times you’ve always went out with him in public. when seeing you with your family, he can’t help but feel a small smile on his face, whenever he sees yours.

scaramouche is the most demanding one of all the princes listed, but now that he’s gotten closer with you, he can’t even bare to say such words of fierce, by ordering you. his speech comes to “hey, servant! get me a glass of wine, will you?” to “y/n… get me some wine… please..”

thoma is just as generous and kind to anyone else, just by his duty as a prince, but after the day is done, he always looks forward to you being in his quarters, talking to him about his day. certain things like that makes his heart flutter with joy.

tighnari always invites you to the palace garden to have you read books to him, but honestly? he just needed your voice to lull him to sleep.

venti sings sweet songs that he wrote just for you, from the way you act to him and to the way you smile fondly with a stare of endearment to him.

xiao is mostly quite blunt the first time you met him, but just after a few months, his sentence; “y/n, i would like to discuss a private matter to you in my quarters.” turns to “y/n, are you coming back again to my quarters? i miss you.”

zhongli has always told you stories of the past, but everytime he actually tells you those stories, some words slip past his mouth, just one like after telling a story of lovers, he could mutter out; “maybe it could be us soon.”

— vale speaks ! .. i’m back :O, anyways scaramouches and dottores was VERY biased (due to it being SUGGESTIVE??) , anyways ty ty tysm for 200 followz^_^ i appreciate u all truly!!

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 — 𝐁𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✦ kinktober day 7 — bimbofication feat. dottore : pantalone : pierro : capitano x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: nsfw : bimbofication (-> the process of transforming into an airheaded slut, perfectly happy to be used and degraded) : a little bit degradation : (they call you airhead, fucktoy n dumb but in a cute way <3) : !!! both parties are consenting !!!

✦ 𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄

you could feel dottore fuck his cock deeper into your abused cunt, your back arching into his body as you tiredly wrapped your legs around his waist for additional support. Your eyes were runny, mascara stains on your cheeks from running down previously as your arms held onto his brought shoulders. Your heart began to beat faster, as if you were in some sort of delirium, letting go of all your worries, waiting for dottore to use you even more just how he pleased and desired.

"you're so far gone." his grin wide while he commented, clicking his tongue in a lets say, judging and apathetic way, you were aware he was unreachable emotionally. The beaming smile that suddenly developed on the corners of his lips was almost menacing in your eyes, yet you were barely able to register it. Because in all honesty, you really were far gone from reality by now, the continuous releases from prior were turning you into a mess, slick sticking on your thighs all messily yet you wouldn't want dottore to stop in a million years.

you adored being used, being fucked silly by him, worshipped even, but only by him and him alone. Because he did just that, in his own way, his cock now pistoling in harsh movements against as the overstimulation took place, your sensitive walls spasming around his girth caused you to cry out his name in multiple chants, releasing yet again as you dug your fingernails into his shoulders to decorate his pale skin with faint layers of crescent formed marks. Dottore was groaning out at the light pain you caused before pulling you closer into his embrace, finally coating your insides with his warm seed.

✦ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

"you can barely talk, are you alright?" his infamous pseudo like innocent smile was obvious, pantalone's menacing voice was ringing through your ears, his heavy presence pulling you deeper into the mattress, "it's alright, just focus on being my dumb little baby." he's grinning at you before laughing at the way you were trying to answer him in short whines and whimpers.

He has been fucking you good for hours on end with your body coated in spit and cum, barely able to hold onto him if it wasn't for pantalone himself holding your legs apart. Your hands were tied up right above your head, the ache in your lower region made it unable for you to think normal thoughts anymore. It didn't quite matter to you though, you adored being pantalone's drooling little pet, obeying to everything he was offering to you.

His cock was heavy inside of you, you were more than addicted to the feeling of it filling you up to the brim, your eyes watering at the mere sight of it, drooling in anticipating to taste him. His teasing nature was showing throughout the act, pulling his leaking cock out only to pull himself back in with a malicious grin, eliciting the prettiest moans from your lips he adored hearing. "more." you're crying out, finally saying something, scrunching your brows together to show pantalone your desperate state of mind, maybe then he'll actually let you cum for once.

✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎

"are you too fucked out to use proper words now?" his tone was dark, pierro wasn't playing when he said he wanted to fuck you dumb the whole night, using your body as a way to get rid of his pent up frustration. His stamina was otherworldly, nothing more than a faint layer of sweat was coating his body alongside your own. It was embarrassing how wet you've gotten, yet you hoped he'd notice it and praise you for once.

"you're my little fucktoy, got that? I use you as i please." he's cupping your cheeks almost in a loving way before coldly letting your face go again, "nothing more than an air headed fucktoy." his words were piercing through your heart, burning into you as you bit down on your lower lip to prevent your vision to become blurry, his pace on you increasing by a tenfold. His girth was outstanding, tearing your tiny hole open without much effort as you tried your best to keep him deep inside you, sobbing cunt gushing around him and leaving a ring of white which surrounded his cock.

The mess on the sheets was notable, how could it not, your juices and his cum pooling down to stain them greatly yet non of you seemed to care in the slightest. "I'm going to fuck you until I'm satisfied, you got that?" for some reason hearing pierro say that brought a fat smile to your face, he's using you instead someone else, you felt wanted and save with him. Almost giggling you nodded your head at the man, trying your hardest to spread your legs further for him before he dropped his whole weight back on you, grinding himself into your pussy.

✦ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎

the ache in between your legs was getting hot, you could feel yourself becoming more wet while capitano was roughly fucking into your mouth, drool hanging loosely on your chin. He was more than clear when he said you weren't allowed to touch yourself and who were you to disobey that? Yet it was almost unbearable, rubbing your thighs together to at least feel a little bit of pleasure.

your crooked smile was sending shivers through capitano's body, always amazed on how far he could go with you, as you're still enjoying it as much. You really were his cute little airhead, spreading your legs and opening your mouth to him whenever he required it from you. His cock was big, the tip remotely hitting your throat before pulling out again. One of your hands was playing with his balls, lightly squeezing them and keeping them warm in your palms.

his creamy cum would slide down your aching throat in no time, you already dreamed about it, practically drooling around his girth as tears dwelled up in your needy looking eyes. The lewd noises were ringing over capitano's ears as he couldn't suppress his moans to you anymore, finally releasing inside of your mouth with deep groans eliciting from him. His thick salty cum was pooling into your warmth as you closed your eyes to properly taste it on your tongue. Once he pulled out you obediently swallowed it all happily, making sure he was able to witness it so he could praise you afterwards.

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 8 months

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The Witch and Her Human

Zandik/Dottore x fem!reader

Navi.

Warnings: modern au, witch!reader, he's a little bit pathetic but in a rly cute way 🥺

Autumn Event

Wordcount: 450-500

He was quite adorable, always cooped up in his lab and conducting experiment after experiment. You greatly enjoyed sitting on the windowsill – it was quite a broad one and you had lined it with soft pillows and blankets - sipping at a hot drink and watching him work for a while.

It kind of reminded you of your own work, mixing together different substances. Though his reasoning was often slightly less…let´s say morally upright.

The lab coat contrasted quite nicely with the blueish hue of his hair and his red eyes seemed even more piercing next to his pale skin. Zandik, truly, seemed an icon of myths.

“What are you researching today, my love?” you hummed, setting down your cup.

He didn´t answer immediately, watching with rapt attention as the liquid he was working on started bubbling over the Bunsen burner.

“I am currently trying to figure out the properties of those God remains you found.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Oh.” You started giggling. “Are you trying to attain Godhood, baby?” you said, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from cooing at him.

He scrunched his nose, looking up to meet your gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Hiding a smile with your hand, you stood up and walked towards him. Gently, your hand took his and made him put down the vial of liquid, before slotting your body between his and the table.

“I am simply very, very in love with you, Zandik,” you murmured. He blushed as you kissed his cheek.

“I am working, you know,” he mumbled, and you hummed, but his hands found your waist to draw you flush against his body regardless. A breathy chuckle escaped you and you looked up at him. Only a moment later his lips were on yours.

“You know, working with Gods is not uncommon for the Equinox, buuut-“ you paused to peck his lips again, “I have a feeling you´re taking that a little bit too literally, my love. Maybe we should spend the day cooking instead? Perhaps we could even go out for a picnic? The weather is so nice still, we should savour it.”

His eyes were lidded as he gazed at you.

“C´mon, baby.” The slight whine in your voice made him snort and he leaned down again to capture your lips in a messy kiss. He groaned when your hands cupped his cheeks and you deepened the kiss, his shoulders relaxing immediately.

When you pulled back, his pale skin was fully flushed and soft pants were leaving his mouth. You smiled softly at him, fingers brushing against his skin.

“And?”

He only let out a quiet grunt, before diving back into a kiss, holding you even closer against him, his work forgotten for the moment.

#zandik x reader #zandik #il dottore #dottore #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #what-the-stories-have-foretold #gi #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin

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teyvat-airlines · 1 year

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Things you pick up from them

Characters included: Dottore, Scaramouche, Yae Miko,

Can be read as /p or /r

Dottore

You pick up his observation skills. He notices when you two mention the same small thing. He doesn't talk when you're in his lab with him. When he does it's more of a grumble than actual words.

You also pick up his mumbling. So another harbinger will walk in and just see you both mumbling about something. When he notices he thinks it's adorable. He 100 percent teases you about it.

He asks you what your hypothesis is on a few experiments. It's a bonding activity... of Sorts...

Scaramouche (The Wanderer)

You pick up his sharp tongue. You have to be very patient to be friends with Scara. So it's warranted that you snap back at him from time to time.

You two go back and forth pretty frequently. It's mainly light-heartedly. Scara just hovers around you like a cat. He's always there holding your hand. Or touching you in some way.

When ever you fight it's mainly just you two shouting insults at each other.

Yae Miko

You pick up her smirk. You know the one she does when she's about to mess with someone? Yeah, that one.

Being around Yae has gotten you roped into a few funny pranks, mainly on Ei and random civilians. She always smirks when she's plotting something and you kinda mimicked her without noticing.

When she notices don't expect to hear the end of it. Even though she teases you she finds it endearing in an odd way.

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k0komis · 1 year

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❦ Having a Lover sensitive to Cold ❦

Pairing: Reader with Cyno, Ajax and Dottore (separate)

Warnings: Established Relationships, Fluff, A sprinkle of Angst on Ajax's part, Dottore being a little mean <3

Synopsis: Winter is coming and I keep getting sick so had to write something self-indulgent.

.｡.:*♡ Deserts get incredibly cold at night. While you stayed in the warm comforts of Aaru village, your boyfriend, Cyno, was busy being the General Mahamatra.

.｡.:*♡ He rarely got time to spend the nights with you. But not to worry! He'd always visit you in the morning to get your specially crafted lunch for him. Oh how he adored you.

.｡.:*♡ Once he took a leave from his job, wanting to spend time with you. It was your birthday week, after all. He stood outside your door, gently knocking on it.

.｡.:*♡ He was shocked to see you when you opened the door. You were wrapped head to toe in the thickest of blankets, and your nose was flushed from the cold.

.｡.:*♡ Cyno barged in immediately, concerned about your health. You laughed and informed him that this was your condition every night. Seeing his not-so-convinced look, you invited him to cuddle with you.

.｡.:*♡ It was incredibly amusing to see him get flustered. Nevertheless, he agreed and you to spent the night cuddled together in bed, his embrace keeping you warm.

.｡.:*♡ He had already made up his mind to spend more time with you during the nights.

"Cyno!" You gasped as your boyfriend pressed his face down on your neck. His hands were snaked tightly around your waist.

"Come're" He murmured as he turned you to face him. He peppered kisses all on your face, focusing on the sensitive tip of your nose.

"Is this warming you?" He asked cheekily.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, bringing him close to your chest. Giving him a kiss on his head, you whispered, "Thankyou..."

The nights get more bearable with him around. Still you don't understand how he could run around half naked in this weather.

.｡.:*♡ You were Dottore's personal assassin, taking care of the dirty jobs that would waste his time. Not only that, you two have also been in a dedicated relationship for quite a few years now, unable to marry because of your Fatui duties.

.｡.:*♡ But working in Snezhnaya's winters was a difficult job. You could, carry out your task, but you'd return to your doctor boyfriend with a horrible cold and add to his patients.

.｡.:*♡ Though Dottore himself didn't mind, he'd poke you about being weak to cold, even though you were born and brought up in Snezhnaya. He'd call you weak. At first you used to get frustrated at him, but now you'd just stick out your tongue at him.

.｡.:*♡ Now, he could send one of his assistant out to gather some materials for him, but he specifically chose you purely for his amusement.

"You know, Dottore, I think I'll have to refuse. I don't want hypothermia." You huffed, vapour coalescing around your breath. Being his partner meant you could actually say 'no' to him.

"That'd be money off your paycheck." He retorted.

You narrowed your eyes at him, amusement clear on your own features. You crossed your arms, having thought of the perfect comeback.

"Oh no, what will I do? I should've applied under Pantalone."

The Doctor opened his mouth to respond but was cut short. He frowned at you, having seemingly lost the argument.

"Aww... jealous?" You asked him.

A squeal broke out from your lips when he effortlessly picked you up by your hips. Your wrapped your legs around him and he pressed a kiss to your neck.

"You'll catch a cold if you keep your neck exposed like that."

"Oh I'm sure my talented doctor boyfriend would be able to help me out." You shrugged.

He placed you down on his work table and went off to his pantry.

"Wait there, I'll make you a warming potion." He told you.

You sat there obediently, smiling to yourself about how lucky you are to get such a caring boyfriend.

.｡.:*♡ What Ajax hated the most was losing his loved ones. That's why he was so incredibly protective of you.

.｡.:*♡ He wasn't as enamoured with the Fatui as the other harbingers, and thus he'd often bring you along to his missions- you being a simple Akademiya scholar.

.｡.:*♡ He was very hesitant to bring you to Snezhnaya. He thought his homeland was to cruel and merciless for a innocent angel like you.

.｡.:*♡ But you were very insistent to see Snezhnaya, the beautiful snowy land. And so he felt the urge to keep you happy and bring you to Snezhnaya.

.｡.:*♡ You had shyly told him that you were very sensitive to cold, and if it was reasonable for you to go to his homeland. Ajax had only smiled and told you to not worry about anything while you were with him.

.｡.:*♡ He had arranged some Fatui members under his command to stay close by the two of you so that no harm came your way.

.｡.:*♡ Still your hands and face had turned worryingly cold three steps into the snowscape.

"Babe! Let me carry you, please." Your boyfriend, Ajax, whispered into your ear. He was grabbing your hand, feeling the cold seep through the gloves.

You shook your head, resting your hands on either side of his face. His eyes widened at your gesture, unsure of what you were about to do.

"Ajax, I'm all right. my body just reacts this way to the cold." You consoled him.

He looked unsure, but trusted you. He quickly leaned in, placing a warm kiss on your lips. You deepened the kiss, wrapping your arms around his nape to balance yourself. You felt being stared at by the Fatui underlings, but nothing mattered to you when your boyfriend was with you.

The warm feeling in your heart from his affection stood out in a stark contrast with the cold landscape of Snezhnaya. Both were beautiful, just in their own ways.

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prttykittes · 5 months

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yayy! omg :o

cann you pls pls write where reader is one of dottore's test subjects but one day he confesses his love to themmm? ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Dottore x GN!Reader[you/your]

CW. Test subjects, Experimenting, testing, power dynamic, needles, toxic relationship(tbh) petname(darling), reader is inlove with dottore or could be Stockhom syndrome(because reader was in his care but idk)

A/N:: Yipppe!!! I love dottore sm :33 also I can't edit my drafts so sadly, I have to take pictures or Not make them at all :(

Your arm is sore, it feels sore. He did his latest test on you and it hurted, a needle was in your arm by him but you can't stop but call in love with the blue-haired male. You felt nervous and your face was a darker colour as you saw his head towards you, he didn't say anything so you didn't say anything as well. You were shaking slightly as you felt so nervous. “Lift your arm up.” He says, you smile and lift up your arm. You can hear his breathing as you tremble, his hand touching your arms as he grabs another needle and probes it at your arm. His other hand grips your waist as your face is flushed. You felt happy when he held your arm, you felt happy whenever he touched you. He gulps and you squeak when you open your eyes and you see his mask in front of your face, he stares at you through his mask. He touches your face and caresses your cheek, you squeak as you close your eyes. You open your eyes as you feel his fingers tap your cheek, you can see his smile. You gulp and he kisses his two fingers before he places his two digits on your lip. “I will confess to you” you gulp and you stare at him, he grins. “I am in love with you, my darling”

#kittytail #kittymilk #x reader #cw.toxic relationship #cw.power dynamic #dottore x reader #ll dottore x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dottore genshin x reader #gi x reader #genshin dottore x readed #reader is in love with doctor or it could be #stockhom syndrome but its up to u

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explicitred · 11 months

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Dottore Headcanons - (Male Reader)

June 8, Post 4 of the "30 Days Fanfic Event"

(Mention of corpses, blood, maggots eating the flesh of human corpses, experiments) (Might be OOC, as I don’t really know Dottore)

If you get hurt, just go directly to him! He doesn’t mind stopping his experiments just for you.

Just don’t mind the corpses rotting away, creating a putrid smell in his lab with maggots eating their flesh near you, and you’ll be able to make the time spent in his lab manageable when getting treated by him.

As the second harbinger in the Fatui, he is quite powerful and influential. Anyone who bothers you doesn’t in the first place because they’ll have Dottore smiling at them mischievously, planning an experiment on them.

If someone does bother you regardless, Dottore will… deal with them by using them as test subjects.

As for the clones of Dottore, they all adore and are quite fond of you. The younger clones have a brash way of showing their love, and the older clones have a more refined way of showing love.

Dottore’s younger clones show more emotion, while Dottore’s older clones (try to) flirt seductively.

(It just ends up as him saying you’re hot in every sentence for the older clones because I swear this man has no knowledge of romance lmao,) (or maybe he has the experience, but only with Sohreh without learning anything idk)

Find him in the library and catch him reading books on how to say romantic things

DOTTORE BLUSHING WHEN YOU FIND OUT WHAT HE READS EVERYDAY

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onemillionvolts · 1 year

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18+. MDNI.

day three: hate sex ~ dottore + f!reader

warnings: degradation, finger sucking

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

it's shameful how you both keep coming back.

no matter your burning hatred for the fatui, for everything dottore stands for. his hatred for your goals, your aspirations, the way you go about your life... all of that hatred brings the two of you back together, tangled in each other's presence.

he scoffs at how you welcome him with spread legs, your eyes lidded with lust as he rubs his cock along your slick entrance.

"your morals always fall through when i have you like this." dottore scolds, despite knowing deep down that he's equally guilty. "shut up," you bite back, but find yourself silenced once he pushes his cock into you, bottoming out with one forward motion of his hips.

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, but your sounds come out in no time as he begins to fuck into you, hooking his hands under your legs as he thrusts.

"fuck, keep making those sounds and you may actually be tolerable," he grumbles—you feel far to good to make any retort, despite desperately wanting to. dottore's degrading words only make you wetter around his thick cock, which you're so familiar with after so many times. it's the last time every time, until it isn't.

he leans in, towering over you as he slams into you, hips anything but gentle as they crash against your own. "everything you stand for is undermined when you come here, you know that, right?" dottore spits, but is hastily interrupted by you pulling him in, lips colliding with his own.

you grind your hips against his thrusts as the two of you make out. both of you get off on the thrill of it; how badly you despise each other, yet neither of you hold the willpower to call it quits. you can't bring yourself to—no, not when he fucks you like this.

he pulls his lips from yours, much to your disappointment. you whine, but you're cut off by two of dottore's firm fingers slotting between your lips, forcing you to suck on them. you do, willingly, still bucking your hips against him as you do so.

you swirl your tongue around his fingers, calloused digits muffling your sounds as dottore fucks you like a man possessed, cock bullying your sobbing cunt with each thrust.

he's stunning as he leans over you, a true sight to behold. for a moment, it almost makes you forget that you hate him with all of your heart. after all, he sure as hell fucks you like he loves you.

it isn't long before you feel a certain tightness in your core, growing ever closer to your climax. you try to mutter this out against his fingers, but it's barely comprehensible.

dottore gets the gist, though, and takes it as an indication to fuck into you even deeper, pushing your legs forward to angle his length into you in the lewdest ways, pounding right into your sweet spot.

you cum with a hazy moan of dottore's name, cunt tightening around his cock while he fucks you through your orgasm, desperately seeking his own release.

and it comes with a harsh groan as he cums deep inside of you, not wasting a single drop, continuously thrusting as to push his cum as deep into you as possible before pulling out.

"now... get dressed and get out. i'll see you next time." dottore orders.

"there.. won't be a next time, prick," you retort, met with a huff.

"i can't even remember how many times you've said that."

#genshin smut #dottore x reader smut #il dottore smut #genshin impact smut #gi smut #dottore smut #genshin thirsts #genshin x reader smut #✶ neon.writing ✶

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minzart · 10 months

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For the x readers and dottore lovers

THIS FIC "Dream a little dream of me" ao3/tumblr by @boundinparchment

STRONGLY RECOMEND

My beloved

The art is from Omega's final scene. It's hauting. It's beautiful. READER'S PERSSONALITY IS 11/10( well written trauma bônus) and soulmate au that is spot on in my taste. Juni's writting is just incredible overall as well

#minz doodles #gi #dottore x reader #il dottore #genshin #genshin x reader #fic fanart

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lyxzeun · 1 year

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— dottore ;; voice + bf headcanons 💎

YNA HAS LEFT A MESSAGE ;; inspired by cal’s super goofy post about dottores voice LMAOOO (second / main account ;; @yoraely) @cxlrosii yw pooks🙏🙏

。tw ; kinda suggestive 。

;; dottore, whose voice would be the first thing you’d be able to hear in the morning and would already make you smile; and make your heart skip beats

;; whenever he needs you’re attention (in or outside of work matters) he’d always bring up a nickname or two before asking for a favor ; “sweetheart, would you be a dear and lend me the scissors?” (you could hear the italicization in his voice) — in other situations, during in bed (once you wake up, what ELSE are u thinking u goofies) ; he’d normally have this rich accented voice ;; “love, scoot closer, will you? i can’t savor the moment if you aren’t close to me.”

;; it should be canon that he has this italicized voice when he mentions a nickname or your name during sentences (fr)

;; he mutters sweet nothings in between kisses ; “god, i love you so much.”, “you taste sweet.”, “i hate how good you taste.” - or something along the lines of your lips tasting good. he’s obsessed.

;; during the times he’s been cuddling with you, he’s always resting his chin on your shoulder and would always lean his lips towards your ear to whisper one too many phrases to make you spiral in fluster ; “you know, i could take you right here.”, “i think you look good while i cuddle you close and under the covers.” :)

;; hates it so much when you leave his side in bed when you’re early to something but it’ll always end up in the same way; dottore grabs you by the wrist and pulls you down the bed and whines like a child(e), then he’ll list down things that could happen when you leave him in bed (so dramatic)

;; he says please ironically; “please. stay with me for a little longer before you do that commission?”, “love, let me treat you tonight. please?”

;; flexes off his muscles in unreasonable times and teases you in a raspy voice. you could be standing and finding a book to read for your studies then he’d be leaning against the wall and stretch his muscles out; “baby. look at what im doing and stop reading that book. right NEOW.” (he broke character)

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ajaxstar · 1 year

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Valentine's ♡

characters: all playable genshin characters (except children characters like klee, dori, etc.), the eleven harbingers + tsaritsa, and kaveh x gn!reader

genres: sfw, fluff!!! (no angsty heart's day on my watch!), features types of vday dates i think they most likely will plan for the two of you after you told them that they'll be in charge

notes: it's been a while, hasn't it? this post doesn't fully imply that i'm 100% back, but i am working on it!! i haven't written anything for such a long time, so i might be getting rusty and it might show here. i used the genshin impact wikia as reference for the characters, let me know if i missed anyone!

BEFORE YOU CONTINUE : they made sure that they ran you through the whole plan without spoiling it completely to make sure you'll be comfortable during the whole day. after all, the date is for the both of you, not just for them! they want to make sure the two of you will enjoy it.

— ADVENTURING WITH YOU

they're the type to plan a date that concerns going out. they'll bring you literally everywhere they know you love — to the amusement/theme park, movies, theater, museums, mall, out of town/the country, the library, fancy meals — anywhere!! if you have a favorite hobby that concerns a few more things (sports, arts, etc.), you bet that it's in the list! it doesn't matter if it's not their cup of tea, it's in the list and they will join you, even if it includes breaking a sweat or two. throughout the whole day, they have their hands on you in any type of way that you consent. they'll keep their hand holding yours, their arms around your waist, on your shoulder — anywhere. they can't afford getting separated from you, mostly if it's a vast and/or crowded area, but also because of their desire to be close. with or without exchanging gifts, love is reciprocated.

"you are the only gift i ever want."

ꔛ albedo, amber, itto, barbara, bennett, collei, faruzan, fischl, hu tao, kazuha, ayaka, keqing, mona, nilou, ningguang, noelle, ei, razor, shenhe, thoma, aether, xiangling, xingqiu, xinyan, yoimiya, yun jin, zhongli, dottore, columbina, pantalone, pulcinella, tsaritsa, kaveh

— JUST THE TWO OF US

it has been quite a while that the both of you had the free time to just relax at home tangled in each other. food are a mix of all snacks, candies, homemades, and take outs. time is enjoyed together with indoor activities enjoyed by each other; playing games, playful banters, naps, cuddles, reading a book or two, watching shows together — anything that entertains the two of you. nothing mattered outside the walls of your shared humble abode, although going out together also seems like a good idea, the two of you are much more inclined to the thought of just the two of you. together. the past few days and weeks were spent being away from each other. however, right now, nothing and no one else mattered as the two of you bask into each other's warmth, love, and presence.

"let's stay here together for a little bit longer."

ꔛ alhaitham, beidou, candace, chongyun, cyno, diluc, eula, ganyu, gorou, jean, kaeya, ayato, sara, shinobu, layla, lisa, rosaria, kokomi, childe, tighnari, lumine, venti, wanderer, venti, xiao, yanfei, yae miko, yelan, pierro, sandrone, capitano, arlecchino