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ℬ𝒜ℬ𝒴 𝒯ℛℰ𝒜𝒯ℳℰ𝒩𝒯 — things they do to baby you

wriothesley. baizhu. neuvillette x fem!reader. my favie genshin men hehe !! technically sfw. fluff. infantilization. could be seen as cg/little dynamic. i might make another one of these wit more characters... lemme know who u wanna see (most deffie gonna add dottore and pantalone >///<)

WRIOTHESLEY . . . loves to baby you, more than absolutely anything else in the world. he loves to take care of you, treat you like the darling little baby doll you are to him. it gives him such a sense of pride when he gets to play caretaker. but his absolute favorite thing to do, is dressing you up. it becomes difficult to hide how giddy he is when he's laying out your clothes while you stand watching him in your lacy undergarments, putting together outfits of all your favorite pieces of clothing. since he knows your sense of style so well now. and he feels a bit like he's healing his inner child when he's pulling frilly socks over your feet, leaning down to press feather light kisses on your ankles, and when he's tying pretty pink bows into your hair.

BAIZHU . . . holds your health in a very high place of importance. it's at the tippie top of his list of priorities. he always needs to make sure that you've eaten proper meals, and he does this by making sure to feed you each and every one of your meals. breakfast, lunch and dinner. he cooks up your favorite meals (sometimes hiding some extra vitamins or veggies in it), and calls you to the table. your food is always dished on your favorite plates. the ones with sections, so that your foods don't touch. he sits you down and carefully spoons each bite into your mouth. gently scraping your chin with the side of the utensil to catch any that may have escaped your mouth drippled down your chin. he wonders sometimes if he should invest in a couple of pretty bibs for you.

NEUVILLETTE . . . loves to bathe you. maybe he's a bit biased, but he does believe that being in water can do wonderful things for a person. but most importantly, a warm bath is the best way to unwind after a long and stressful day. so whenever he comes home to you, and your lips are etched in a pout, and your shoulders are tense, he knows exactly what he needs to do. he runs you a warm bath, with lots of bubbles and your favorite smelling bath salts. and maybe he even sprinkles a few dried flower petals to float on top of the water. he lets you relax completely, body sunk into the water as he washes your hair and body. one hand gently massaging the soap into your scalp, while the other blocks the suds from getting into your eyes as he rinses your hair. when your all clean, he held you out of the tub, and wraps you in the fluffiest blanket he can find, and brings you to the bedroom to help you finish getting ready for bed.

[laitdange]

Co-rulers of Fontaine💧⚖️

[laitdange]

꒰synopsis: neuvillette gives you a special reward after witnessing another successful performance of yours. 🩰 ˎˊ♡

neuvillette x fem!ballerina reader , nsfw , somewhat continuation from this fic of mine, neuvi is still obsessed with u, he does something with his gloves , praises, creampie, a lil bit of manhandling, pet names such as darling/little doe, just another piece of neuvi who can't enough of you . wc: 1.7k

another successful night. you had just finished your performance and were now drowning on the chants and praises from the audience.

it always made your heart swell whenever you felt that you did well with your performance because hearing , seeing the crowd like that at the very end never fails to make you smile. you made sure to do your best because you always dedicate your performance to them.

although, these days, you've been dedicating it with someone amongst them. to your precious lover, to him.

your once secret admirer was not so secret anymore, the ludex of fontaine, the chief of justice, none other than neuvillette.

he still watches you, every single time, makes sure to still deliver you flowers with the help of the melusines. but when he was not occupied with the confines of the court, he makes his way to see you himself.

today was one of those days, your back pressed against your vanity table as he looms over you. his gaze ever softens over seeing your expression, still flushed from your performance, he assumes as your chest was clearly heaving.

it wasn't because of the performance you did, but because of him.

his presence still made you nervous, made your heart leap whenever he touches you or whenever he looks at you like this. like he could just eat you right there.

neuvillette always got praises as being a distinguished gentleman, with his elegant stride, his all imposing demeanor, and the way he carries himself. he was just like those princes' that you've read from fairytale books.

it took you quite a while to grasp the reality at hand when he was your secret admirer, and every time you felt that you were dreaming, he was always there to remind you that this was much in fact, real.

"darling..you never fail to blow me away with your performance. as always." his voice carried that low timbre that made your spine shiver.

he brought his gloved hands on the side of your hips, squeezing them to fix your gaze on him, he wanted you to focus of course.

"thank you monsieur.." neuvillette gave you a small smile, leaning down so that he could see more of that cute expression of yours. whenever he gets this close, he could sense the way your breath hitches, your cheeks flushing pink, your lips slightly open as if you were already anticipating his next move.

"i have told you again and again to not call me monsieur anymore, yes? have you forgotten already little doe? or should i juggle your memory?" he was such a different man whenever you two were alone. he was not the imposing ludex, nor the man you expected him to be right from the start.

this man in front of you was still the neuvillette that you have come to fall in love with but this side of him, the side that you were caught off guard from the first time he took action, was only reserved for you.

he traveled his hand from your hip to the base of your neck, slowly stroking the base of your throat as you felt the air shift, heavy and something akin to desire swirling between the two of you.

it didn't take a while , not a minute or two and you swore you were still on your costume but now you were totally bare under his gaze, as he relished the feel of your soft skin without the hindrance of your tights or tutu skirt anymore.

his touches were slow, it made you ache for him. "neuviiii.." there it was. your sweet sound that he badly wanted to hear since he stepped into your dressing room earlier.

"sshh, patience darling. i don't want anyone else to hear your sweet mewls. just save those sounds for me, hmm?" he quickly removed his glove from his other hand using his teeth before coaxing you to open your mouth as he gently shoved it inside.

you tried to say his name but his glove made sure that you'd stayed quiet. your voice muffled as you continue to gaze into his. could feel the burning feeling inside of you igniting as this made you fully aware of what he was going to do to you.

neuvillette relishes in the sight of your muffled attempts to call out his name.

his fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it firmly as he tilts your head back, exposing the delicate curve of your neck. neuvillette's lips descend upon your soft skin, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat. his teeth grazing, leaving a few marks that made you a mewling mess.

he could feel your breath hitch as his hand slides lower, his fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between your thighs. he brushes against your now aching pussy, feeling the wetness that has already pooled there, the proof of your arousal. a wicked grin curves his lips as he leans even closer, his voice now a husky whisper against your ear. "you're dripping for me already, darling. so eager to be fucked, aren't you?"

you really couldn't do anything else but to reach out and grab the helm of his coat, urging him to be closer to you as your eyes were already glossy, already feeling more flushed than before from the feel of his aching touch. you wanted more than just his fingers inside of you.

"oh darling, how could i ever say no to that face of yours?" he cooed, neuvillette was planning to tease you more than this, to make you ache for him, but seeing you practically wanting it to happen already. he was a sucker for you. if he wasn't going to accept your need, he'd be a bad lover and he didn't want that. he was in fact, still a gentleman after all.

he rushed to take off of his clothes, leaving himself bare for you to see as well, his cock was aching, tip already red, some pre already dribbling from the slit.

it wasn't your first time with him anymore, but it still surprises you whenever you see him like this. in all of his glory.

he knew that you were already wet enough for him, so sure that he could just sink right into your gummy walls as he closes his fist around his cock, groaning as he pumps it twice before he positions himself between you.

your hips hitting the table but you braced yourself, your hand grabbing the edge of the vanity as you both let out a moan when he finally, finally pushed his fat tip inside of you.

your moans were muffled with his glove still inside your mouth, could feel your drool pooling around your lips as you tried your best to accommodate to his size. it always felt like he could break you, but he was as gentle as ever.

neuvillette made sure to ease himself slowly, glancing to see your expression before his eyes stayed glued in the way his cock was sinking deeper and deeper into your pussy. how he loved it whenever he sees it fluttering around him.

it was like he was unraveling you with each of his thrust. he was pushing himself more and more this time , enjoying the way that you already relaxed yourself around him, your hips finding its rhythm with his as his eyes glint in satisfaction when he sees your tear stained cheeks.

"darling you always look so pretty when you cry for me..nghh just like that. clamp your pussy around me just. like. that. darling,"

he emphasized the words with brutal thrusts as he felt your walls clenched around him.

neuvillette reveled in the way your body responded to him.

he couldn't help but to lean down to capture one of your hardened nipples between his lips, sucking and biting on it as he continued to thrust into you with an unyielding force now.

releasing your breast with a pop, his voice was gruff as he continued to speak, "made just for me, this pussy was made for me." he chants as his pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more relentless.

his grip around your hips tightened as he felt your body quiver beneath him. then he finally grabs his glove from your mouth, discarding it somewhere, now letting him hear your moans now, growing louder and more desperate. he could sense your impending release, and it only fueled his own desire.

"haah..darling..my darling. archons. you're mine. all mine."

he thrust into you with an even greater intensity, his movements becoming more primal and forceful. the air, mixing with both of your ragged breaths and the symphony of your shared pleasure.

"fuck, darling," he groaned, you let your gaze wander on his again, realized in that moment that seeing your man, flushed and panting for you made your heart swell more than you were performing on the stage. it's like his burying not only his cock inside of you, but his whole being, consuming you from the inside and out. "come for me, darling. let go and give in to your pleasure. i want to feel you come undone around me."

his hand now sliding below your abdomen before he lets his thumb placing pressure on your clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation that pushed you closer to the edge. his own release was building within him, but his focus remained solely on you, on driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"neu-viii! aah, nhhnn, c-coming! 'm com-" as you let out a final mewl of his name, your back arched as your moans reached a crescendo, neuvillette felt your walls tighten around him, your body convulsing with the force of your own orgasm. the sight of you unraveling beneath him was enough to push him over the edge.

with a guttural grunt, he released his pent-up desire, his hot seed spilling deep inside you, painting your insides white with his. he continued to thrust into your fluttering walls, riding out the waves of pleasure that washed over both of you, prolonging your shared bliss.

and as your breathing slowed, neuvillette leaned down to finally capture your lips into his own in a deep, languid kiss before pulling away , he whispered against your lips, as you could still feel his pulsing cock inside.

"such a good little doe for me, congratulations again darling. you deserve everything and more."

your lover was still ever gentle with you, praising you with kisses all over your flushed skin.

this was the kind of reward that you get whenever he sees you in person. the only kind of reward that he'd enjoy with you.

because you are his precious little doe after all.

ⓒ blushfwul interactions of any kind is much appreciated ♡

[laitdange]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hnnn.”

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

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

“take it easy, little one.”

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

he expected you to behave like this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

you have to bite back another broken moan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“hmmph—!”

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

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

“do you need papa to help you ?”

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

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

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

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

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

“h-hah—!“

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

“there you go.”

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

“ah— f-fuck!” you whine.

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

“language.”

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

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

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

you shake your head profusely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“just focus on me. focus on papa.”

you nod.

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

“let it out, my dear.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you need to shave, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[laitdange]

oh ! hello there ! ! m' vry excited tht u decided to join the angel sanctuary 🪽 as promised, here’s a fresh batch of cookies for u n' ur sweetened angel milk (all made w a bunch of lovieee ofc) please take a seat as i go over the etiquette n' formalities for both our sakes n' comfort ! ! t's vry important to belle to keep her sanctuary safe 🤍

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𓊆ྀི ♡ 𓊇ྀི 。。 fem ﾉ hyperfeminine ﾉ crybaby n' subbie reader, dom / sub themes, dd/lg, infantilization ﾉ dumbification, cum ﾉ spit ﾉ drool, stepcest, dubious consent, age gap (both are adults ofc), pet play, hybrid reader, size kink ﾉ size difference, overstimulation, begging, dry humping, breeding kink, cream pies, fingering ﾉ finger sucking, oral (both m + f receiving or giving), ass play ﾉ anal, possessiveness n' jealousy.

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𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𑇛᧙ㅤㅤ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏͏── ͏͏ twenties ◞ she/her ◞ pierro’s darling.

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