#Pantalone x Reader Smut

[mellowwillowy]

CW: NSFW, cock/strap on, baby trapping yandere mentioned, Dom-sub dynamic, body fluid (saliva), MDNI

Yandere who thought he was the one who was going to impregnate you (yeah it works even if ur a dude, read it once in a yaoi(?)) only to fuck around and find out (literally). Ramming his insides while rearranging his guts <3 cooing sweet nothings into his ear while giving it a sloppy nibble.

Yandere who felt like he was about to black out from the overstimulation from his prostate and cock, toes curling until he couldn’t feel his feet anymore~

Yandere who got all horny again at the mention of you wanting to lactate his tits, drinking the milk right from the tap. How could he not get all worked up when your mouth wouldn't stop latching up on his nipples?

Yandere who wished you would abuse him further and harder, you ought to choke him for being silly, planning on baby-trapping you no less! He was the one who should be carrying your child! (yeah he failed to get pregger bcs pain)

Yandere who littered the whole bed sheet with his whole bodily fluid, yeah you gotta wash the sheet again once you were done.

Yandere who would obey you when you told him to clean his mess up with his tongue <3

“Who’s a good boy hm?”

Yandere who cum just from his reward which was getting to swallow your cum and spit (and any bodily fluid you are comfortable with honestly)

[andraxicated]

fantasy, fantasy~

Pairings: Pierro, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche x f! reader

Synopsis: What does he think about when he sees you? Whether you deliberately seduce him or not, he's helplessly bewitched by you.

Tags: smut | suggestive | age gap | implied breeding kink | bullying | mirror sex | degradation | public sex | kitsune reader in scara's part

a/n: omg fatui I'm on my knees! had a lot going on with my life these days like my neighbor's house burst into flames and stuff.

wanted to write for capitano but there's no face to fantasize about. coz i feel like a face already tells a personality y'know.

Pierro

as he's a man well into his age, he does not long for worldly desires. he simply decided he had enough of those in his youth and all he wishes is for her majesty's will to be fulfilled. being no.1 of the harbingers comes with all kinds of people currying favor with him. it's uninteresting to listen to all their blabbers but when this certain politician pulls out his daughter from the side, pierro is captivated.

you look so innocent in white and your youthful face was shining, he almost thought an angel came down to earth. but what caught his eye aside from your face was the peek of cleavage on the otherwise modest frock. you brought in an air of freshness and purity along with the blend of a subtle seductress. you were exactly his type, and yours, him.

little side eyes while you're sipping on your wine, and he's staring at you while he's talking with another. to have pierro's attention solely on you have you excusing yourself from the sudden surge of heat. he cuts off the conversation quickly to follow this maiden he had only seen today. why has your dad kept you hidden for so long? you must be the trump card that he used to entice pierro and others. just the thought makes him seethe.

you jump at the shadow of the fire, startled to see the man behind you. "lord harbinger" you bow and greet, nervous yet trained in poise. 'a well-bred lady. perfect' you were perfect in all aspects that pierro cannot find a single flaw. when he slowly removes your garments and exposes your naked body to the light of the fireplace. he simply finds it suited for childbearing. "don't cover yourself darling. let me see"

when he finally sinks into you, he's reminded of how good it actually was. "fuck it's been so long" he groans and thrusts faster to gauge your reactions and to feel the rub against your walls. plus points if you're a virgin, he'd gladly oblige to show you the ways. but when he learns you're not, you're in for a punishment. "you disappoint me" he slaps your ass while you cry at the impact, yet he pays no mind and degrades you further. "whoring yourself out at such a young age. tell me...who was it?"

after finishing inside you and envisioning you as the mother of his child, he presses an unexpected kiss to the side of your head. "I'll save you. don't worry, I have a plan." pierro says while soothing circles on your tummy. it's a pity your father brought you to a political mishap but fear not; because pierro has a plan. a plan to destroy his enemies and to make you his pretty little wife.

Dottore

during the days spent in the akademiya, dottore doesn't make or have any friends. he's labeled a freak and a madman; disgusted shunning looks were thrown in his way yet dottore doesn't mind. for he is too engrossed in his research and science to give attention to what they say. it all went too far when he's suddenly ganged up by big, burly guys who started beating him up in the corridor. he has no choice but to pathetically cover himself and curl up as they kick and kick until patches of his skin turn purple.

he had to listen to their savage mouths while bearing the pain and archons, he hated them for delaying his research. after they're done with this little fun, he's gonna turn them into humanoids that does everything he says. you, who's an important student in the akademiya and wandering about, saw this scene that had you grabbing a nearby sculpture and smashing it at their heads. the bullies scurry after seeing it was you, and dottore grimaces at you before running away.

"what are you? walking justice?" he sneers whenever you're trying to help but doesn't shake you off. after months of persistence from you; you've become 'best friends' and earned him immunity from the bullies. dottore thought it was great because there was no one hindering him. unexpectedly, he found himself falling for you and fantasizing about you. in nights when he's feeling frustrated, he takes off his pants and takes out his cock to stroke it. closing his eyes; thinking of moments where your breast would suddenly press against him, your panties inside your dorm, and the sinful actions you did in his mind.

ultimately, fate had other plans for the both of you. neither of you didn't want it but your visions of the future just didn't align, and so you parted ways with him after graduation. it was years after when you saw the familiar tuft of blue hair that had you instinctively calling for him. yet the one that turned to you was eerily masked. you're suddenly unsure of who you called but the gloved hand took off its mask and showed you a smile. you caught up with dottore over drinks that had both of you coughing in bitterness. your lips and his were on the rim of the glasses then next those lips were stuck to each other.

years of pent-up frustration are released as you two frantically take off the other's clothes. you lift your sweater off your head as his calloused hands immediately follow in tracing your curves. you could only submit to him by falling back onto the sheets, letting him have his way down when he takes off your pants. little licks transform into devouring kisses have you clenching and gripping his hair. quick orgasms came one after the other to the point you're helplessly sobbing and squirming.

he laughs inside his mind. you remind him of his subjects when he's about to tinker with them. "stop squirming" he stills your shaking thighs while taking his time in rubbing his face against your pussy. "t's too much! dottore stop I-" "let me have my way with you tonight yeah? compensation for leaving me." you didn't even know he took off his pants; you just felt the startling penetration and the scream out of your lungs. dottore chuckled at your head thrown back and lunged for your neck to nip. all you could do that night was to stare at him with glossy eyes and a fucked out face as he does all the work above you. "just spread your legs. don't worry about anything"

Pantalone

with crossed legs and a stark expression, he watches you sing and act on stage. you reserved the best seats for him as usual, he was your benefactor after all. you creating scenes with a male actor; his hands snaking on your waist as you look at each other lovingly is unbearable. pantalone knows he shouldn't be jealous as those endearments are all fake. yet he can't help but be possessive when you swore that your body belongs to him.

you open the door to your backstage room only to see him drinking with a sullen face. "my dear patron is so kind to see me personally." he chuckles at what you said and puts down the champagne flute before standing up and towering over you. "your performance is marvelous is always." he helps you take off the fur coat, gives you a rough kiss, then expertly unzips your gown down to your ass. giving the flesh a light squeeze before a hard spank.

it causes you to jolt in surprise and pull away from him. confused doe eyes staring at his cheeky smile. "that hurts! 500 thousand mora for that." you huff away to take off your accessories yet pantalone suddenly pulls you back in his arms. if you looked in the mirror you could've fooled yourself that he was your real lover. but you had to remind yourself that both of you are doing this for pleasure and money.

"love, you could ask for more and I'll give it to you." he whispers with a lilt while looking into your eyes through the mirror. there, you both watch as he fully undresses you and grips your chin to direct an open-mouthed kiss. you always find yourself anticipating these trysts as it always manages to surprise you. this time it's having sex in front of a mirror, and you're forced to watch your tear-stricken face contort as he penetrates you from below.

pantalone groans at the feeling of your tight walls while you're caged in his strong arms, moaning and thrashing like some common whore. "you see that? you see yourself?" he asks then hisses as he feels your hole flutter when you nod. he lets out an airy laugh and positions his hands on your waist while his fingers press down on your lower belly, giving a stimulating squeeze as he remembers that the actor held this earlier too. the position lets waves of pleasure concentrate on your lower half and so you're uncontrollably dripping. "please move" you beg pantalone with the utmost helpless face you can muster yet he just raises an eyebrow and smirks.

"why should I move when you're the one on top?" "...huh?" your small voice comes out as a croak as you look at him confused. his smile disappears when he suddenly lifts you up and drops you down on his cock as a demonstration. a piercing shriek echoes in the room along with breaths of surprise from you. "didn't you want to be on top? then go on and ride." his dark voice prompts you to shamelessly start enjoying yourself and using him but the burn causes you to stop moving...yet, his sinister eyes reflected compel you to swallow down the protests and keep on bouncing lewdly.

Childe

this battle maniac never thought he'd be obsessed with something other than the thrill of fighting. it's all thanks to you who's the newest recruit, dressed in a skimpy and tight uniform that seems a bit too small for your size. it's very uncomfortable that you have to make some adjustments with the mannerism of biting your lip. and oh how much childe wants to see that face underneath him. moaning, sobbing and pleading. the walk towards you was difficult with blood rushing to his groin.

"need help?" his chirpy voice startled you as you attempt to pathetically cover yourself when he already saw it. "uhm, young master I don't mean to be rude but this is highly inappropriate." just from the tone of your voice tells him that you want him badly as much as he does. childe shakes his head with a "tsk" that made you cower a bit. "do you think your stares were appropriate?" "wha-" "I saw your lustful gaze when I was changing in the open the other day."

'caught you'. your eyes were trembling and your mouth unable to utter a word. you never thought you would be found out this easily by your superior, childe thinks you forgot he was a harbinger who senses leering. "I'm sorry" 'how cute' he muses then he feels another throb in his pants that has him doing a bold move. "why don't you show you're sorry?"

plops of skin slapping, your own muffled cries, and his stifled laughs were all that was registering in your ear. childe never thought he would be this freaky by fucking you in public. no one should be able to use this room as he has instructed but you don't know that of course. so why don't he put a little fear in you?

"fuck take it all" he plunges into your wet folds with a groan, steadying himself by burying his face into your soft mounds. you could only close your eyes and bear the pain of penetration as you work on calming your breathing. once you seemed to be at peace, childe destroys it all at once. "what would they think if they see you in this position? hmm?" "ah!" your eyes snap open when he pushes the limits of your walls. thrusting beyond what you could imagine as your juices squelch and flow.

"naughty girl. leaving evidence behind." he scoffed playfully at your messed up face while slowly pulling out and harshly pushing in. "noooo. I'm cumming!" you moan out something you didn't even comprehend but childe knows exactly what you mean as he speeds up his pleasure to catch up with your orgasm. it seems like childe has another newfound obsession. your dazed look, your filled wrecked cunt, and the thrill of being caught.

Scaramouche

he never thought he would be coming back to his homeland after years. sent on an important mission concerning the gnosis yet he had other things he wanted to achieve. scaramouche deems yae's deal good enough; the traveler's safety in exchange for the gnosis and his kitsune friend's whereabouts. they say never to trust a kitsune as those creatures are sly, but scaramouche's foolish heart would always lead him back to you. a heart? he has one only for you.

did that darn fox fool him? he's been looking around the island and chinju forest for hours now yet you're nowhere to be found. just the thought of losing on a bargain makes him so mad that— *ripple* scaramouche's head turns vigilantly on the sound of a drop on the river. 'someone's here' he senses and surveys the surroundings. the area is lit enough thanks to the blue flowers but there's still patches of darkness. if he isn't careful he might get ambushed on the spot. "agh!" ambushed it is as a groan comes out of his mouth when his back falls onto the ground, amidst the illuminating flowers. his hand quickly forms a ball of electro to attack, but his vexed expression and the energy in his hand soon dwindled when he saw the beauty laying atop him.

he could only stare and you could gawk at how much this person grew. "kuni? kunikuzushi?" you call out to him yet he just lays there underneath you. he's too much in a shock to see you after so many years. you've grown even more beautiful, your voice still like a lullaby, and your body matured, enhanced with curves and chest bigger...ah, scaramouche pushes you off him to hide the flush on his cheeks. you could only giggle at him as he still has a bit of his innocence despite what you've heard. "you're still pretty" he looks at you like you grew two heads at your remark, and another tint of pink paints his cheek once again. 'he never changed'

what's unspoken between the two of you was the summer night spent in secrecy. your squirming body against the futon, his sighs of pleasure, your mewls, and the tears that he shed as he came inside your womb. now, it's all but a distant memory as you act like nothing happened. did you use him for the experience? the thought of someone other than him seeing you vulnerable could make him straight up murder. a sly grin creeps on your mouth as you try to read what he's thinking. 'oh he's so in for a surprise' you giggle inside your head.

in a fit of anger, scaramouche decides to go outside but as soon as he slides the door, he's met with your body clad in a thin robe. your nipples perked and everything was on display for him. before you could say anything, he jumps on you to hungrily ravage your lips. deft fingers pull the robe and take it off your body, all the while making out and pushing you towards his room.

he's so happy he could die as he finally thrusts the head of his cock past your entrance. the feeling of being full once again makes you whine so loud that scaramouche has to shut you up with a spit-connected kiss. "never thought you for a romantic" you tease him with a lofty smile at his slow pace and he thrusts upward in return. "I'm not" scaramouche replies while pulling out; he puts on the face he wears when dealing with his incompetent subordinates. "surely you can take a harsh fucking right?" he growled before wiping the smile off your face with a plunge that made you see stars.

[luxxid]

he took a deep breath before he pulled you into his arms and held you, giving you the aftercare you desperately wanted and needed. his embrace was gentle and loving, despite the harshness of his actions just moments before. he kissed your forehead and whispered, "I'm sorry. I love you." he tucked a strand of your disheveled hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering for just a moment longer, and then softly caressed your cheek. He looked into your eyes, and with sincerity, he uttered, "I mean it. I'm sorry, and I love you."

"I know. I know you do," you spoke, your voice resonating like a whisper, accepting his apology. your hands found solace on his bare back. his nose was planted deep down on your neck. a small smile was brought to your face. you felt a sense of relief as your body relaxed into his embrace, the world around you falling away, the two of you together in a moment of peace, of understanding, of healing. his arms held you tightly, sheltering you in a safe place, your heart still beating against his chest. you felt a warmth radiating from him, enveloping you in a moment of love.

"m' sorry if i was too rough, did i hurt you?" he stared into your eyes, his voice filled with concern as if he was truly sorry for any distress he may have caused. he gently brushed your hair away from your face and checked if you had any marks. his hand lingered for a few moments as if he was savoring the moment.

"no, it was perfect," you reassured him, squeezing his hand as a way to provide even more solace. he gazed into your eyes, relieved, and smiled softly before once again burying his nose into your warmth. with his eyes closed, he sighed in contentment as he enjoyed the moment. the room was filled with a sense of calmness, a peacefulness that was shared between the two of you. It was a moment that you both cherished.

"i love you." the uttered murmur came from the male resting on your chest, as it was the last thing you heard before the darkness enveloped the both of you into a peaceful slumber, as the warmth of the moment lingered, you knew that nothing else mattered but the love between you both. even though the world around you seemed to recede, the feeling of love and connection remained, leaving you secure and content.

⚜  DILUC, Kaeya, ALBEDO, CHILDE, Scaramouche, PANTALONE, KAZUHA, VENTI

[anantaru]

cw. prone bone, fem! reader, dom! pantalone, rough!!!!!

prone bone with pantalone, and, oh, who would‘ve thought? he has you where he wants you to be, without lifting a single finger. face shoved into the pillows and your pretty cunt apart, so you could take him— fragile below his entire weight, your poor pussy jammed and crowded, dripping with arousal— he mouths a line over your dewy neck while exploring the premonition of your body under his hot lips, coaxing out a shrill cry and his cock stirs at the vibrations of your sobs.

but— the shallow, guttural noises stumbling over his lips kept you drawn to him, spasming strong on his erection as another low groan eases right into your ears. pantalone tumbles into you with another rough push forward, his velvety tip nudging over your spongy walls way too perfect— way too, calculated.

"hmm, so that‘s where you want it?" pantalone cocks a brow, licking over your neck and shoulder until pushing himself off you, eyes glued to where you‘re constricting around him— drizzling wet and filled up, the sheer amount of your arousal that had been smeared and dried on the insides of your thighs and around your folds only indicated the evident— that the insatiable harbinger had been having so much fun with you, for an incalculable amount of time.

"a-ah, yeah," you fervently nod into the dampened pillow, mind foggy with lust, eyes criss crossed and lashes soused with tears, "right there, h—hah!" and stammer your fists into the mattress as you felt a sudden heavy weight forcefully push down on the back of your neck, closing his fingers around with just the right amount of strength to drive you into the bed.

"what a shame, it appears like you’re getting way ahead of yourself again."

pantalone clicks his tongue and you listen to him, ears pricked up, but he feels how you're nervously guzzling down the large globe of saliva in your mouth— eyes pressed together and your ass obediently perked up, "— because i didn‘t give you permission to speak." his roughened voice had made it impossibly more difficult— because it turned you on, so fucking much and you're shimmying your hips into his groin— impatient — squeezing him, walls hugging him, so he could please please please fuck you still.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[my-cherie]

𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪♡

pairing ꒱modern! step-dad! pantalone x male reader warnings ꒱ step relationships (though reader doesn't know it), cheating on pantalone's part, a few pet names (darling, sweetness, pet), grinding, dirty talk, praise. wc ꒱ 600+ thoughts ꒱ small genshin drabble bc pantalone doesn't get nearly as much appreciation as he deserves, this man is HOT, y'all. inspired by the abba song with the same name. NOT BETA READ.

You hadn’t seen your mom in a long time. Ever since you moved away for college she barely contacted you, so to say you were baffled when her wedding invite came in would be the century’s understatement. Putting on your best suit, you messed with your hair a little more and tried your best to straighten your tie, before giving up and just deciding to go like this. Not like you were trying to impress anyone.

While you were on the way to the ceremony, you checked the invite again. This was maybe your mom’s third husband ever since your dad left? You weren’t sure, but maybe this “Pantalone” (as you came to know his name from the invite) would be nicer than your other step-fathers.

… The place was fancy. You almost wish you hadn’t come, because the venue in itself already seemed straight out of an expensive magazine, with the full-on white decorations, roses and tulips and baby’s breath everywhere and a ton of seats in the middle of a cute, meadow-like wedding venue and now you were sure that this Pantalone guy was at least filthy rich, because your family sure as hell didn’t have the money for this place, even with the money your mom managed to get from her past failed relationships.

You stumble amidst all the guests, making small talk with some cousins, aunts and uncles, before finally settling into the back of the garden, nursing a glass of white wine that you were sure cost more than your apartment. Trying to look for anyone else you knew besides the few relatives you had talked to, you were disappointed to see only strangers. 

Fuck, was your mom gonna take too long to come out? 

“Hello,” you startled, who— “do you mind if I wait here as well?

Oh, that’s a very pretty man.

He’s wearing probably the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen, with a beautiful blue tie, silver glasses and— Is that a fucking Armani suit?

“Sure dude, uh,” you shift under his attention, distractedly biting the inside of your mouth, scrambling for a common topic you could talk to this stranger about, “do you know the groom?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckles in amusement and you realize suddenly that he seemed a bit... bored. He was just observing everyone and not moving to greet any of the people in the venue, even though you can see that quite a few people seemed to wave and smile at him.

The unknown man seemed to not want to socialize with anyone else, besides you, that is.

You mess with your tie again, trying to distract yourself from the beautiful, beautiful man besides you. Your tie just never seems to sit correctly on your suits, no matter how many times you've watched those tutorials on Youtube about how to do the perfect tie.

“Do you need some help there?” The man — fuck you forgot to ask his name — asks, clearly seeing you struggle.

“Please, if you could.” You smile at him, embarrassed.

He comes closer, slowly redoing your tie for you, and you stare at his face meanwhile. 

Without meaning to, your eyes are attracted to his lips and you bite your own again, thinking about how they look very much kissable. When you look up, he’s already looking directly at you, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes muddled with arousal.

So you weren’t the only one to feel the pull of attraction between you two then, good. You weren’t even enjoying the wedding anyway.

(The man kisses hard, you dimly register, your body hidden away from view by the way he’s holding you, kissing you breathless.

His knees are slowly grinding your dick and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, making you moan each time he does it, holding his hair tighter.

“Do you like it like that, darling? Does it feel good?” He talks dirty like he’s made for it and when you don’t answer, he pulls away the tiniest bit. “Answer me.” 

And you have to gasp for breath, he has already made you into such a mess in a few seconds, it’s humiliating, but not enough for you to not beg him.

“Yes! Yes, it feels amazing! Please, please—“ You don’t know his name, god damn it all. He seems to notice your predicament, because he snickers a bit.

“The name’s Pantalone, sweetness.”

You give him your name as well, completely forgetting that your mom’s soon-to-be-husband has the same name as the stranger ravaging you. Even though it’s a very clearly unique name, your brain has been completely taken by his ministrations, hazy and distracted.

“Cute,” he says, before going back to kissing you to oblivion and starting to grind against your cock with his own, clearly hard and wanting to continue just as much. 

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, pet.”)

[mistywaves98]

pantalone and cockwarming pretty pleaseee!! i think, he would totally tease you and be mean if you shift around too much while he’s trying to do important paperwork! he says he’ll play with you later but minutes pass and he just continues to work with that same smile :(( he’s so frustrating

✧･ﾟ:* ->A/N: RANNNN I'm so sorry I got to this so lateeee it's literally been a year 💀💀 and I apologize for it being short too 😭

✧･ﾟ:* ->Pantalone x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Cockwarming, You're his assistant, An eensy weensy bit of degradation, Pet names (dear, sweetheart), Not really much to be warned about here!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

"What have I told you about attempting to distract me while I work, hm?" A gloved hand moved down to hold your hip with a bruising grip, making you halt your actions on Pantalone's lap,"But sir, it's been hours!" "Only one and a half to be exact, sweetheart. Instead of worrying about the amount of time you've spent on my cock, you should work on your ability to tell time." Even if it wasn't hours, it certainly felt like it. A groan of frustration passed through your pouty lips as you buried your head in his chest, while holding his shoulders tightly.

This was absolute torture, having to be stuffed to the brim with your superior's cock while he did his work as a painstaking pace. You couldn't even move either, not with his hand keeping your hip in place, effectively preventing you from trying anything. Everytime you attempted to convince him to give you any kind of friction, he would simply give you that signature, charming smile of his as he placed a finger on your lips to shush you. 'Just one more paper,' he'd say, but then one would turn into two and then three...until your patience ran thin again and the whole process would repeat itself.

Your face was flushed a bright red as desperation began to seep in. The head of his cock was nudged against your sweet spot, making you squirm everytime it twitched inside of you. If only you could move just a bit...

"Ah ah ah, what did I just tell you? Do you want me to punish you for disobedience?" His velvety voice rang in your ears. At this point, you almost nodded your head. You wouldn't mind being punished, if it meant he would finally fuck you. Pantalone saw the neediness in your eyes and smirked knowingly. He patted your hip as if to soothe you even though you were clearly too riled up by now,"Aww are you getting impatient? Does my little assistant want me to bend her over the desk and rail her like the little whore she is?" To that question you eagerly nodded, hope filling your eyes for a moment, only to be crushed when when you saw his smile widen and his eyes glinting with cruelty.

"You know what they say, dear...Patience is key. If you want me to give you the pleasure that you desire, you have to be a good girl and let me finish my paperwork in peace," He suddenly leans in, his mouth right by your ear as he speaks in a sweet tone that clearly holds an underlying threat,"If you don't and dare to move an inch, you will be denied your orgasm for the entire night, all while I use your pretty body for my pleasure, understood?" All you can do is nod weakly as he flashes you a grin, kissing your forehead before picking up one of the documents on his desk to review.

You're definitely in for a long night...

[sukirichi]

PURELY BUSINESS.

pairing. pantalone x fem! reader

cw. explicit smut, minors dni. creampie. fingering. pantalone likes to grope tits. backshots. creampie. vague mentions of death. reader does illegal jobs. implications of degradation. marking. pantalone is slightly possessive. unprotected sex. unedited and i wrote this in like an hour so agahsjkal

note. idk what happened, i saw a pantalone playlist and now i wrote this. honestly been simping for this man ever since i saw him ?!?!! i’m more of a dottore fucker but like pantalone is mad fine

darkness engulfed the languid town. the bitter moonlight casted a pale glow on the people’s sunken, gloomy faces, emphasizing how the frost had seeped into everyone’s bones and transformed them into mindless, lethargic zombies. such was a normal sight in the outskirts of snezhnaya—where all the less than beautiful people and less than sparkly trinkets were thrown. eradicated. not quite in the middle of nowhere, but exiled far enough to let the outcasts be consumed by the cold.

leaning back onto the abandoned building behind you, you pulled at your gloves. the cold in snezhnaya was nothing to take lightly. you were not a local here so your breaths came out fogged and ragged—merely a merchant of some sorts who would do pretty much anything when it came to the right price. and sometimes, the right clients.

rare as they may be since you hated the cold, there were certain circumstances that made sneaking into the mysterious ghostly territory worth it.

“still cold, i see? i could warm you up should you need assistance.”

you heard him before his dark, tall silhouette slowly appeared from the shadows.

silky black fur rested atop his shoulders that fit him snugly. the sight made you sniffle back the cold as you narrowed your eyes at the man, bewitched by his charming smile yet you knew better that his heart was as cold as his homeland, and his beauty only served to mask his sinister desires. desires that more often than not included in you warming each other up in his grandiose bed—an event that gradually became a normal routine in your life.

“pantalone,” you greeted, pushing your back off the wall and closing your eyes as his lips brushed across your cheek. “i’ve delivered the goods as you asked.”

“lovely,” a smirk paints over his handsome face. one glance at the inconspicuous carriage in the alleyway was all he needed—pantalone never doubted the quality of your service and trusted you wholeheartedly. even if he technically shouldn’t as you were an outsider. at this point, you knew too much about the harbingers’ motives that he should be hanging your head at his manor as a trophy, yet the both of you felt such violence was unnecessary. “though never as lovely as seeing you again, hm?”

“always the charmer, pantalone. let’s cut to the chase. i’ve delivered and you—”

“—must do my part and proceed with the payment, yes,” tilting his head to the side, your brow shot up at the sight of his bodyguards lurking in the shadows slowly back off. “shall we go, then?”

just like he, you had also broken your own rules when it came to doing business.

it was supposed to be simple: discuss the client’s needs, receive payment, and terminate the contract to ashes to leave no traces.

but with pantalone, it was either things became much simpler or your business would tumble downhill. it wasn’t part of the contract that you would be discussing each other’s needs in the bed just minutes later—his large, gloved hands gripping your hips with much eagerness from a man who hadn’t tasted his fleeting lover for weeks now. you weren’t supposed to kiss him back in the same fervour. fingers carding through his smooth locks and swiping his glasses off to the nightstand until pantalone was hovering over you, and you moaned into his mouth. legs wrapped around his waist.

you could spend the rest of your nights like this—rolling around with him in the sheets and leaving your scent in his satin pillowcases. true, there may be no promises you’d ever see the next sunrise with him, but who cared? the fog in snezhnaya was so thick it often blocked some proper light, and you were gone from pantalone’s quarters before he could notice.

that was the routine; one you’d never get tired of when pantalone knew your body better than you did. he reached sensitive places in you that you never knew existed, and the cruel man’s calloused hands held you gently in times he didn’t want to fuck you like you were a whore.

(it may be hard to believe, but pantalone was an expert at making love without love being thrown into the mixture.)

“would it be unprofessional if i said i missed you?”

his words were left muffled at the crook of your neck. pantalone’s hand sneaks under your blouse and unclasps your bra with ease, letting your head fall to his pillows with another guided hand. his eyes not once leaving yours as he awaited your response.

“hmm,” you mused, helping him shed his precious coat onto the ground. the both of you held each other like that, skin to skin and breaths shared into one. your nipples brushed across his solid chest littered with scars that held stories you hadn’t heard before. curiously, you traced your fingers above them, and the man sucked in a shudder before you. see, pantalone was a fearsome harbinger who was not to be trifled with, but you were a different story. you held no intentions of meddling in his business. it was never in your nature to poke your nose into matters you shouldn’t be involved with, but being involved with pantalone alone? perhaps you could look away from the strict rules of professionalism and simply give in to one’s desire.

even pantalone didn’t find it too bothersome to be rebellious every now and then.

“perhaps not,” you leant up to leave a kiss to one of the scars residing above his breast, legs spread wider to accommodate some space for him. there also laid the unspoken question of whether any of you had space left for each other to occupy, though the natures of your careers said otherwise. so you cupped his cheek, pulled him in for a sloppy kiss that was more tongue and teeth clashing than lips romantically moving in sync, and gnawed on the bottom plump of flesh. “i dare say i missed you too—pleasure doing a business with you as always, my lord.”

pantalone’s deep laughter reverberated into the spacious room.

“oh, i would understand why. your pockets must be filled deep each night you travel to where i ask you to.”

“as satisfying as it is that i can have whatever i want thanks to you...” dragging your tongue across his cheek, pantalone let you nibble on his earlobes. you were a teasing little minx—knowing full well it was the small, simple touches that always had blood rushing to his cock. you were proven correct, too, when he grinded his crotch against yours. his balls grazing the back of your thighs and his pinkish tip leaking with desperation; his poor hand must not have been good enough right after he’d had a taste of you. “...i’d rather you fill me deep and fuck me so hard i’m gonna limp my way back home.”

“is that a challenge?”

“it’s an order.”

pantalone shook his head with a small smile. were you anyone else, he would’ve shut you up effectively for speaking so casually with him. he was the ninth fatui harbinger, after all. the only treatment he accepted was that of extreme and utmost respect. but for you, he’d let it slide. he was more than willing to play into your little game for as long as you liked if it meant spending more time with you, yet he wasted no time diving back for another kiss. his hands travelling between your legs and cupping your mound until he was rewarded with a breathy moan.

“if my lady asks, then my lady shall get.”

when pantalone sunk two thick fingers in you, you pulled away from the kiss abruptly and fell back on the pillows. he curled them at just the right spot. mimicking the come hither gesture while his thumb paid attention to your clit, cooing out sweet words to help you reach your high. you saw stars flutter before you then at the pleasure. pantalone’s pace kept going faster that your juices began to pool at his palm, your legs closing itself to shy away from the impending orgasm but he was having none of it.

one strong arm pushed your leg flat on the bed till you were reduced into a panting mess. chest coated with sweat despite the biting cold, you let the hand covering your mouth fall beside you. if there was anything pantalone asked of you in bed, it was that you let him know how good he made you feel.

not only did his flutter his ego, but it drove him to make you feel even better. and when he saw your eyes rolling at the back of your head, felt your inner thighs quivering as your abdomen tightened, pantalone immediately pulled his fingers out.

you were about to complain for refusing your orgasm when pantalone’s lips suddenly latched onto your neck, the empty feeling in your cunt now replaced by a thickness that could only belong to pantalone. you moaned at the pleasurable intrusion. nails scratching down his back and relishing in the glorious image of his back muscles flexing with each slow thrust to get you accustomed to his length—pantalone’s girth too thick that it left a slight sting.

soon, the pain ebbed away with a few gentle roll of his hips and his hands worshipping your tits.

“fuck,” he chuckled under his breath, “you feel stellar. i don’t think i’ll ever get used to this.”

“you should. i’ll be coming back here more often than you think.”

pantalone leaves one last nip at your neck before his arm rested at the side of your head, his fingers caressing your skin with a butterfly touch. once his fingers found home in your hips, pantalone’s lips tilted upwards into a mischievous smirk. “yeah?” inch by inch, he pulled out until only his pulsing tip was left sucked in by your walls. “for professional reasons, i suppose?”

“purely business as always but that can cha—”

with one swift thrust back inside you, the wind was knocked out your chest. rendering you speechless was his cue to fuck you as he pleased—taking note of your command to fuck you so hard you had to limp back home. while the chivalrous man inside of him told him it wouldn’t be such a good idea since he had no idea where you lived, and he didn’t want your journey back home to be a dreadful one, he also took pride at the thought you would be reminded of him with every step you take. your thighs would burn and sitting down would be a menace. his cum would leak out of your tight pussy each time you made a small move.

groaning, pantalone pulled his cock out and grabbed you by the arms. he didn’t give you time to think when he’d flipped your body. head pressed flat on the pillows and your thighs grabbed by strong hands to jut your butt out to him. no more words could be spoken as you let out garbled moans and whimpered his name over and over again, pleading for pantalone to go harder. go faster.

and who was he to say no?

pantalone gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, determined that remnants of your passionate with him would traverse beyond lands he wouldn’t dare cross. his punishing thrusts were what pushed you to the edge, hands fisting his sheets hard enough to leave wrinkles. the lewd aroma of sex filled the numbing air of frost. your loud moans echoed and mixed along with his deep grunts at every instant you pushed your hips back to meet along with his. each deep drive of his cock was sure to mold the shape of him to your pussy. and he’d be lying if he didn’t grow harder at the thought only he could fuck you like this. only he could see you arch your back and call out his name so sinfully like this and this moment was meant only for him.

“how much i’d fuckin’ pay to have this pussy again,” pantalone snickered before delivering a harsh smack to your bum. you did most of the work now by wiggling your butt, body moving forward then backward as your walls fluttered around his thickness. the sight of you fucking yourself onto him was so vulgar that pantalone fell forward, hands reaching under to fondle your tits. “you comin’, baby? can feel you squeezing tight around me—fuck.”

“yes, yes, yes,” you were mindlessly babbling at this point. hands joining pantalone’s as he tweaked your nipples between your fingers and you cried out, your pussy sucking him in that pantalone drew a sharp gasp behind you.

as you came, pantalone’s whole body tensed before you felt his thick cum explode in your womb. the both of you collapsed on the bed; pantalone quick to move to the side as to not crush you while his softening cock left the confines of your heat. wincing, your legs remained open as you felt the cold breeze contrast with pantalone’s warm cum seep out of your cunt—leaving pantalone to rub his fingers on your slit while you tried to catch your breath.

staring up onto the high ceiling, your eyes began to feel heavy with sleep. the heat emanating from pantalone’s body had never been more welcoming, and the calming scent of his body wash was lulling you into slumber. and oh, you could have the best sleep of your life here in his king sized bed and thick duvets if only you didn’t want to get caught by the other harbingers fucking around with their comrade.

no, you valued your life much more than the tempting call of sleep.

“i... i gotta go.”

“so soon?”

“yep,” grimacing as you sat up, you reached for a towel pantalone prepared at his night stand every time you were bound for delivery and cleaned yourself up. legs aching and cunt still reminiscing the pleasure of having him fuck you into oblivion. the whole time, you could feel pantalone’s piercing gaze on you as he rested his face onto his palm, elbows bent and posing like a greek god—eyes narrowed sans the glasses whilst he burned the shape of your figure at the back of his mind. immensely flattering, his attention was, and you didn’t miss the way his cock began to harden once more as you fixed your tits back to your bra. “pantalone. we’re not having a second round as much as i’d like to.”

“i take no offense,” the man offered an easy smile, “this can always be a promise of a second time.”

“you can hold onto that. i might even return in two night’s time.”

“two nights? i didn’t ask you to get me anything—” the knowing smile you wore let pantalone know your next visit would be... less professional this time around. less professional settings meant there’d be no need for you to rush returning back home, and pantalone proudly sat up to plop his glasses back on. “i’ll clear my schedule for you then.”

mock saluting him, you winked.  “till the next time, my lord.”

“i will patiently await you, my lady.”

[ventitititi]

It's meeeeeeee again did ya miss me lol

Anyways I was thinking about some steamy office time with Pantalone, how possessive but so cocky he'd be taking you bent over his desk. Hair pulling to keep you as close to him as possible or even having him suck on his fingers while he rails you from the back?

I of course had to ask the best fic writer I knew for this ^^

(6 months later.../hj😭)

Ngl, i dunno why I haven't awnsered this yer because it's so good?? Anyways this has been living rent free in my head

Tw/cw: NSFW, afab!reader, hair pulling, office sex, mild choking?, not proofread + written at 1am

The sound of skin against skin echoed around the opulent office you were in, you're own breathy moans nearly covering the sound.

Bent over pantalones desk as you were, you could easily feel every inch of his cock as he pounded into you from behind, a confident smirk spread across his lips.

Leaning over your back, his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke,

"that's it, dove, let them hear you, let them know you're mine."

The people in question undoubtedly being the poor staff outside, or even another harbinger who may be walking past.

He brought one hand down, sticky fingers circling your clit as the other raised up to your neck. Not quite restricting, just holding as he used it as leverage to stand back up. The hand around your neck keeping you pressed to his chest, his fingers never stopping their assault on your clit as he thrusted hard and heavy into you.

"See, dove? You don't need others, when you've got me to please this pretty pussy so well..."

He leans his head down against your neck, smirking as he kisses at your skin. You whine and moan, slick leaving a creamy ring around his base.

Moving his fingers from your clit to press against your lower stomach, he murmured in a husky voice,

"do you feel me in you? Surely, this pussy of yours is addicted to me by now..."

[sumeruin]

looks around

you being pantalone’s lil secretary, except you were hired only to be his cockwarmer! he refuses to let you lift a finger, only to stay seated on his lap looking pretty for him! you can’t say no since he pays your bills after all :(

minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!!

screams!!! ty for this i am in love <3

warnings: was written as yandere but could be read without it, coercion, blackmail, dubcon at first but turns into noncon, forced orgasm, afab reader but gn terms, dacryphilia, kinda sir kink, cockwarming, lots of mentions of pantalone cumming on reader’s face and making them walk around with it, i think that’s it but if i missed anything let me know!! :)

you were so excited when you got accepted for the job as the 9th harbinger’s personal assistant, assuming you’d be doing things like paperwork and taking note of his meetings all day you were elated at the salary they offered, not even noticing the way pantalone kept eyeing you up during the interview, too blinded by the prospect of being able to pay all of your bills on time and maybe finally move out of that janky apartment you had to rent.

you didn’t even question it when pantalone was a bit touchy on your first day, chalking it up to just a difference in culture from your last job. you couldn’t afford to lose this one anyways.

you realized just a little too late that you should’ve.

“stop moving, dear. you know this paperwork is important.” pantalone steadied you with a tight hand on your hip, sure to leave faint bruises once he let go. “you wouldn’t want me to change my mind about letting you work here, now would you?” eyes widening, you frantically shook your head. sure, you didn’t like being treated like some sort of walking sex toy, but it was infinitely better than what you knew would happen if you ended up on the streets. “s-sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” your voice was shaky, obviously strained from having to control the involuntary twitching of your thighs and bucking of your hips. you only hoped he couldn’t tell, he liked to thrust up into you whenever he noticed it was getting hard to control your movements, making sure his cock hit that sweet spot inside of you just so he could have an excuse to punish you.

you didn’t think you could handle another one of his punishments.

“good. i’d hate for you to not be able to handle this job. you’re just so pretty, i doubt i’d ever be able to find another assistant like you.” pantalone moved his hand to the buttons of your shirt, frowning before speaking again. “how about we get rid of this? i think everyone should see how pretty you look. of course, i’d give you a pay raise if you changed your uniform for me, does 5% sound like enough?”

your eyes widened as your head snapped over to stare at his face. “you… want to give me a 5% raise for taking my shirt off?”

“ah, no. i apologize, i should’ve been more clear. i want to give you a 5% raise for keeping your clothes off. your new uniform would consist of your underwear. i’d even buy you something nice looking to wear around my office, free of charge.” you could hear the insufferable smirk and hint of condescension in his voice, and you knew that whenever pantalone said something was “free of charge”, it meant you’d have to pay for it in other ways. he probably planned to have you wear crotchless panties so that he’d have easy access.

noticing your silence, pantalone took the opportunity to continue. “i could, alternatively, change the uniform without consulting you and you wouldn’t get the pay raise. however, i have other ideas for it that i’m sure you wouldn’t take too kindly to if i were to do it that way. i think you’d look just beautiful with a collar and leash around your neck, maybe i’ll even add a requirement to wear my cum on your face.” he paused to laugh, his voice filling your ears and making you involuntarily clench around the cock that was still inside you. “i’m sure the other recruits would get a kick out of that.”

pantalone started playing with a lock of your hair, his touch on the back of your neck making you shiver. “so? which one will it be?” his smile was almost mocking, dripping with condescension and superiority.

you wanted to slap it off his face.

taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself. you reminded yourself that you needed this job. “i’ll accept the new uniform, sir. thank you for being so generous.”

he chuckled right next to your ear. “smart choice. you’re welcome, dear. though, if you wanted to make it a 10% raise all you’d have to do is wear the other parts of the uniform i proposed.” as if sensing that you were close to your limit, he added “don’t you want to not have to think? not have to pretend you’re a secretary and not just some whore who gets paid to sit on my dick all day? it’d feel so good to just give up, be my little cockwarmer for the rest of your life and never have to worry about paying your bills or having enough money for groceries ever again. besides, it’s not like you have much choice anyway. i know how much you need this job. i know how much you need me.”

you couldn’t deny his offer sounded tempting. you felt yourself rationalizing it in you head. it’s just a collar and some cum, while it’d be absolutely humiliating, you could handle it in exchange for a 10% raise. no one even comes in to pantalone’s office anyways, it’s not like people would see you.

pantalone smiled, he could tell you were genuinely considering it. he started running his hands along your inner thighs, finally landing on your clit. the rough material of his gloves snapped you out of your thoughts and made you desperately needy. you stifled a small whimper, nodding your head and quickly getting out a sentence before you couldn’t anymore. “i- mh! i’ll do it! please- sir- i don’t- i can’t-”you looked up at him, pleading. it was one thing to just sit on his cock all day, but it was a whole other to actually cum from it.

“oh? don’t you want to cum? i can feel the way you’ve been clenching down on me all day, and you’ve been so wet too, practically dripping down my thighs, ruining my pants. go on, dear, cum. i want to feel your pathetic little cunt clenching around me.” he was growling in your ear now, and as much as you hated to admit it, it only made your arousal worse. pantalone’s voice always made you clamp down around him, and he wasn’t an idiot, he knew what that meant.

pantalone started rubbing harder, more aggressive circles around your clit, pairing the stimulation with a couple hard, rough thrusts into you. you couldn’t help yourself at the feeling of finally, after so many hours, having some friction against your walls, and you came all over his hand and thighs, shaking your head no as tears spilled from your eyes the whole time.

pantalone started cooing small praises to you, still so condescending, but it was more bearable now that you had just cum your brains out. “shh, it’s ok, you did so well. i know that was hard for you, but i’m so proud of how well you came for me. you felt so good too, it almost felt like you didn’t want me to leave.” he gave a small hum at the end of his sentence, bringing his hand that wasn’t soaked in your release up to stroke your cheek. “i suppose even if you insist on not liking me, your cunt will always tell me your true feelings. it’s so much more honest than your mouth, though not quite as cute.”

you whined and buried your face in his neck, the only thing you could do to distract yourself from the humiliation. “oh? are you crying? your tears look so sweet. you’re adorable, really. i’m so glad you agreed to the new uniform. you’ll look just darling covered in my cum, being dragged along behind me by a leash, maybe i’ll even make you crawl around on all fours.” he laughed again, right next to your ear this time. “wouldn’t that be amusing? the harbinger and his little, slutty pet. a much better title than my personal whore, don’t you agree? or do you enjoy being known as the bitch who does nothing but get fucked all day?”

as he started thrusting into you again, intent on reaching his high just like he made you reach yours, you felt yourself finally giving in to him. there was no use in resisting anymore, maybe he was right.

maybe it would be better to not have to think.

[asyliah]

ⵌ. REGRATOR/PANTALONE X FEM!READER

𓇥 𓂃 ⚠️ NSFW⸝⸝ Porn w/o plot ⸝⸝ Degradation, Dom!Pantalone ⸝⸝ Fatui!Reader ⸝⸝ Overstimulated and edged⸝⸝ Mating press ⸝⸝ Creampie ⸝⸝A bit of degradation on here, but he praises you after ⸝⸝ Pantalone being a tease. NOT PROOFREAD im too lazy for it :3

His charming demeanor. His sweet saccharine voice that you can't get enough with. And his obsession to dominate you made you go crazy. Pantalone got you in his fingertips as he wanted. But you don't care about this details; as long as you have him too was enough to satiate your deepest desires.

To lust over your boss... Oh how sinful it is.

His pace was rough and calculating, and your limbs shook from the countless times he edged you. It was your third time that demanded you not to cum yet. But the ridge of his cock sparks you into ecstasy.

He chuckled, seeing your blissful reaction. " My, aren't you a little whore for my cock?" Pantalone keeps up the pace and rolls his hips to tease you more. He wanted to taste more everything on you, corrupt you, and play with you till you were begging for him to stop.

Saliva drooled on your lips. " Ngnhh~! A-nhhh!" You moaned, clutching his figure for support as scratching the back of his skin. As he let out a breathy chuckle, you felt your walls flutter and almost came. " Your... Pussy is begging. To be fucked more.." He moaned deliriously, attacking your neck and leaving love bites for him to mark his own toy.

" P-please..!" You screamed out of desperation for release. You don't care about your screams bearing outside his office. You wanted to release this knot deep inside your lower body.

" Please. What? Be specific, darling," Pantalone snickers at you.

He gives you a peck of a kiss on your cheeks. Your eyes are crossed, and your tongue is sticking out. He almost came from the lewd sight that you behold under him.

" mhf-Let... Mphme ccum...!" You panted, losing yourself entirely from the euphoria. Pantalone smirks. " Go ahead... You deserve it..." He huffed, raising your legs above his shoulder, and it surprised you that you came around him so easily. The lewd squelching sounds echoed in the room as he continued to piston your pussy in an aggressive manner.

Both of your breathy moans intensified your arousal, and his attractive features made you want to kiss him more till you were out of breath. His cock fluttering in your insides; he was about cum. Pantalone grunted at the sensation he felt on his cock. " Take it all, princess," he chuckled, gripping your hips closer to him, quickening his pace more. Pantalone was fucking his pleasure out of you. And oh, you love it.

His moans get louder till a load of hot liquid is released deeper into your insides. " what a needy little whore," he whispered, giving you a shiver on the back. Slamming so slowly in your pussy fucking the semen deeper into you.

" We... Can't waste this... !" He grunted on every deep thrust. " Take it all," you nodded eagerly. It was too much to take all; his teasing overstimulate you. After a brief moment of cockwarming, he finally pulls himself out of you. Your used hole leaked out of his cum, and he snickered that it was a waste for it stained the bed---he wanted to fuck your cunt again. But seeing your vulnerable state, he abandoned the idea.

The room was filled with the smell of sex and the heavy breathing from both of your resting figures. " Tha...nk..you..." You mumbled. Pantalone gives you a small peck on your forehead while smiling at you so softly.

" You did well; take a rest,"

[shcyc]

¡ LAB WORKS — kinktober

synopsis: the scientists & their kinky ass

cw; NOT PROOFREAD— doing “illegal” things in the lab, drunk sex, poly relationship, implications of oral (giving), aphrodisiac, “student-teacher” relationship (but not really?)

ALBEDO!

he was drunk that night, absolutely wasted because of venti and kaeya, “it’s halloween”, they said, “let a little loose and have fun” — the fun resulted in his girlfriend turning into a cat, well half cat

and that fun also lead to him trapping you under him for the past few hours, breathing heavy as he pounds into you, hands roaming everywhere around your body, trying to grab everything he can

it’s the way you look even cuter than before, the extra ears twitching everytime he breathes near them — that tail of yours wrapping around his thighs like a vine also turns him on incredibly

chemicals spill on the ground because of how hard he’s fucking you and he doesn’t seem to care (for now, when he’s sober he will freak out) — but when he does sober up, you best bet that he’ll make more of those accidental “half cat” chemicals to keep as a guilty pleasure

DOTTORE & PANTALONE!

you always knew something was up with these two, that was made evident when they cornered you in the lab, tension rising horribly fast around you

they’ll tell you how long it’s been since they’ve wanted to touch you, to feel you tremble beneath them! saying that they bet you’d look so pretty crying and begging them for more

and why would you deny, honesty? they’re both so hot and treat you so well! so when dottore gets on his knees to push your legs apart and press his face up into your skirt, pleas fall from your lips like a prayer, which results in pantalone shutting you up with his mouth!

proceeds to make you cream around their tongue and dicks so hard for the nth time that you pass out in the end <3

TIGHNARI!

he just wanted to help his “student”, he really did! how could he just leave you in the lab by yourself, whining and begging for someone, anyone to make you feel good?

it’s a scientist’s job to test out their hypothesis, so what harm is there in trying to help you out a little with your aphrodisiac test? and you don’t really care who it was at this point, but having your teacher whom you have a crush on, help you with it was a win-win!

he’s burning, so hot and heated from watching you squirm on his lap as he fingers you, knuckles grazing on that one particular spot constantly, sending you into overdrive, gummy walls squeezing around him as you cum!

he just hopes that when you regain your senses tomorrow, you’ll forgive him for what he’s about to do to you and in the name of “science”

[luxxid]

☄. 𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

: ̗̀➛ TODAYS LIST : kaeya alberich, kaedehara kazuha, venti, wanderer, shikanoin heizou, pantalone, pierro, alhaitham.

: ̗̀➛ GENRE : smut

: ̗̀➛ AUTHORS NOTE : ik i said i would only write after exams, but who gives two fucks.

"your doing so good for me, dove." he breathed out while he drilled his callous shaft deep inside of your warmth, his hands pinned you to the bed so that you wouldn't squirm around. his breath was hot against your neck, as he moved in and out of you in an irresistible rhythm. his grip on your hips tightened as he increased his pace, and you could feel yourself being carried away by the sheer pleasure of the moment.

"ngh.. mh! 'mm" you helplessly moaned, his control over you asserted uncontrollably. his movements grew increasingly intense, and you could feel yourself being lost in the pure bliss of the moment. you couldn't help but cry out his name, overwhelmed by his power over you. you were completely at his mercy, and yet the pleasure you felt was undeniably exquisite - it was almost too much for you to bear. tears cascaded down your plump and plush cheeks as the hue of maroon remained present on your cheeks.

you were way to fucked to form words, your plump lips were tumid from all the kisses showered your pliant body with. his love was practically written on your body. his love was so powerful it made your heart swell with emotion, and you could feel it in every fibre of your being. his cock was so mesmerizingly addicting and cyclic. the way he plummeted and slided his dick so skilfully into your tight and wet entrance was enthralling.

"tell me princess, tell me what you want...." he whispered into your ear as his cool breath fanned against your neck while it sent shivers down your spine. his hands ran along your curves, sending sparks of electricity coursing through your veins as he pulled you closer. his dark eyes burned with passion and desire as he looked into your soul, silently pleading for you to tell him what you desired.

"w-want you to.. to fill me up..." you silently whispered, your melodious voice uttered into the soft and silent background as a smile spread across his face, your eyes started filling up as you whimpered softly. you could feel the tension in the air as he leaned closer to your euphoric face.

"there, that's more like it." he smiled softly and brushed the hair from your face, letting his fingertips linger on your skin and an unspoken understanding between the two of you. the air around you thickened with desire and electricity, and soon his lips were on yours and your hands exploring each other's body. the heat of his skin and the taste of his lips were all you could think about, and you felt like you were in a moment outside of time.

•❣ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀, 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈, 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔, 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦.•❣

[mandomaterial]

Being Pantalone's wife is like a dream come true, he is a classy, rich gentleman that loves you with all his heart. Whenever you’re cold he’ll pull you close and wrap his coat around you. He buys you the most lovely of clothes and jewellery, the only condition is that you have to let him take them off you as well. He presents you with the most love of undergarments too, cute lace sets, soft silky fabrics, that barely cover anything. Pantalone makes you stand on the balcony in only the new, small lingerie sets, only to watch you shiver in the cold, whimpering for him, with goosebumps all over and you cute pink little nipples poking through though your thin bra. He always brings you in before you catch a cold and his favourite way to warm you up is by fucking you until you get all floofy. He loves when his cute, smart wife gets all dumb just for him.

Masterlist

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BLOODY PEONY

Character/s: vampire!Pantalone

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, blood, pantalone drinks blood duh + he is centuries old, age gap(?), pantalone has violet eyes here, barely know this man but i hope i wrote him well, established relationship, breeding/impregnation, fluff, monsterfucking, marking, mating press, mentions of violence, daddy kink, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: here is the second entry for kinktober! pls ignore how late it is, i apologize :,) this is dedicated to my babie suki @sukirichi 💕 my first ever genshin fic 🤸‍♀️

❖ kinktober ‘22 masterlist | ENTRY #2

Summary: Forever and always—your immortal husband never fails to remind you of your eternal union in the most unique way.

WC: 2.3K

Midas’ touch was, in no way, on par with your husband’s caress or kiss that he gives you relentlessly without fail. Unparalleled and gentle in a way that it is the single thing that greets you as soon as the moon graces the sky and puts you to sleep the second the sun rises. Such odd behavior was striking to those who lived nearby the neighborhood, yet you did not care about their gossip or stares. All you cared about was him, Pantalone.

Your husband or as his fellow dwellers of the night often call him in their coven, Regrator, was not an ordinary man from the start. He didn’t sleep at night the same way you used to or was required to eat three meals each day. He dislikes sunlight, hates the outdoors, and detests those who refuse to get acquainted with hygiene due to his sensitive nose. You knew him only as Pantalone, one of the many names that he had adopted over the course of his life. A name you have been dying to know in secret. Other than a stake to his heart, Pantalone revealing his real name to you was similar to handing you his soul. The second you knew about this, you didn’t question him about it again. Plus, he drinks blood. In short, he wasn't human nor a creature your kind would be too keen on meeting. This fact was the very reason why you were interested in him in the first place which led you to discover his secret—vampires were real and he was one, too. With this knowledge, it did not hinder you from tying the knot and having him for a husband. Everything else was history from then on.

“Good evening, my jewel.”

Pantalone’s lips were pressed against your forehead, the scent of earl grey faint in his black silk bathrobe and dark wavy hair akin to a midnight sky that grazed your cheek when he pulled back to peck you on the lips. A groan slipped past your mouth, squinting at his beautiful visage further heightened by the moonlight streaming through the glass windows. The thick curtains were drawn back to let in the natural light. Pantalone couldn’t help but let out a breath of awe at your alluring aura which was followed by a small chuckle at your obvious complaint at being awakened. His index finger reached out and pressed at your furrowed brows. But who could blame you? Humans normally wake up with the sun up, not the other way around. You weren’t a vampire, yet. His cool hand grazed your warm soft cheek, a testimony of your mortal life that will soon change… Unless you had second thoughts.

Biting back a yawn, you rubbed fatigue off of your eyes before giving your husband a sweet smile. He then mirrored it, eager to continue kissing you until you were fully awake. “Good evening to you, too. Slept well?”

“As always. You?”

He knew you were lying the second you nodded your head, fighting back to furrow his eyebrows at your evident lie. Somehow, you knew he didn’t buy it. You dare not expound further. Because even if you two have been married for almost four years now, you still haven’t been the subject of his anger, and you hoped you never will. You were still scared no matter how many times he repeated that he will never lose his temper with you. The coven he was part of, especially that young man with the gingered-colored hair, wished he extended the same courtesy to them. Sadly, Pantalone was deaf to their request.

Pantalone was stingy. Nothing escapes his attention and if a single thing was amiss in his finances, he would immediately know. When it came to you, on the other hand, the sky was the fucking limit.

“I see,” he mumbled as he sat himself down at the edge of the bed. “What do you want to eat, darlin’? Just name it.” Your body heat stayed on the silk sheets, seducing Pantalone to remain by your side all night to fool around. Not that he had anything to do tonight that was of the utmost importance other than the special occasion which is your wedding anniversary. You saw the look in his eyes and slyly smirked, knowing all too well what he had in mind for this evening’s affair. Just as he was about to ask if you wanted to sleep more, Pantalone stopped short when your hand rubbed against where his cock was tucked away, twitching at your familiar touch. Not missing the way those sensitive violet irises behind glasses met your gaze, you leaned down to rest your head near his crotch and then innocently smiled. Inhaling sharply, Pantalone, for a second, thought his undead heart was beating once again.

“I’m not sure…” you playfully responded, fingers running up and down his thigh. “Maybe you can occupy my mouth while I take my time to decide, mhm?”

Despite his lack of body heat and the nature of his kind, the esteemed immortal was sweeter than any delicacy or dessert you have tasted behind closed doors. And yet, Pantalone can be rough whenever he or you wanted to be. At this very moment, it took all of his control not to snap and just have his way with you—with your full consent, of course. To spoil you, to love you, to keep you happy and satisfied—nothing brings greater joy to him than to do all of the above and beyond. Pantalone has to be the best in your eyes.

Why?

“My jewel, before we proceed…” he inhaled another deep breath upon seeing you bat your lashes at him expectantly. You were just too cute that he can’t wait to ruin you in a bit. But first, he had something to tell you—a crucial reminder of why you were still human. “You must eat first, alright? I can’t have you tiring so early, plus it might take hours for you to pry my hands away from you, darling.” When you nodded, he continued in a solemn tone that you picked up instantly. “And… you’re not getting younger. As we have agreed, this will be the last year. I promise we will keep trying, but whether we succeed or not, we have to accept it. Whatever happens, know that I love you and it shall never change. Forever and always. You… understand, right?”

Pantalone waited for a full minute until you sat up properly, looked him straight in the eyes, and held his hand. Fingers intertwined and locked together. No words had to be uttered between you two any further. Mirroring the smile on your face, he pulled you into his arms and carried you to the dining room while listening to you ramble about him trying to guess the wedding anniversary gift you’ll give him. However, he knew deep down what you wanted to give him for so long—a child.

Pantalone strived to be the best for you. Why? Of course, Pantalone wants to be the best at everything and this also includes being the best lover and husband. He can’t have you looking for someone else, someone incompetent. That would be the biggest insult of all insults. The odds may not be in his favor, but when has he ever paid any heed to what he can’t do and shouldn’t do? Giving you the most luxurious services, expensive gifts, and dazzling pieces of jewelry was just the bare minimum for a man such as him with the immense wealth that he undoubtedly got after spending centuries on this planet. For him to fail at giving you a baby, Pantalone couldn’t help but wish he were human. Then, he wouldn’t have so much difficulty facing you after every negative pregnancy test result or seeing you stare at shops selling baby clothes. Yet, you never held him responsible or spoke ill of him. No, Pantalone remembered each time you presented the results with a hopeful and comforting grin on your face—stating the same sentiment as always.

“We can always try again.”

He hoped to change that sentence of yours soon, preferably this year or before he will turn you into a vampire. Those images of you wearing his clothes and sporting a baby bump had his senses heightened to an all-time high. A low hiss of euphoria slipped past his tongue at how tight your gummy walls hugged his heavy and leaky cock. The bridge of his glasses was close to slipping past the bridge of his nose because of perspiration. All you could hear was his muffled groans and soft whines. You were close to being bent over on the kitchen counter, breakfast half-eaten on the plate. Pantalone just couldn’t wait to have you and your essence all over him. The sweet scent of your arousal mixed with your desire for him was too tempting to ignore. A husband can’t disregard his wife’s needs, especially when you nicely part your damp folds for him to see.

“Darlin’ so wet. Tell me—ah, fucking hell… Tell me, my jewel, w-what is it that you want?” Pantalone resisted the urge to bite into your neck where your pulse point was and have his own feast. What he desires is to hear you ask for him—beg, cry or demand anything from your husband that may or may not release him from this delectable pleasure that no other pussy could grant him. “Tell me, darling, fuck… Do you want me to cum? To cum inside this cunt?”

“Yes! Y-yes, please, holy fuck…” you almost screamed, whining out the last part of your plea and shaking your ass as a sign he should just proceed to fucking the daylights out of you. Thankfully, Pantalone was a man who did not hesitate to give and immediately carried you to the nearest couch he could find while his cock was still nestled in your pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Both of your bodies that reeked of lust were drunk on each other’s taste, searching for more. Pantalone thought it as a sick desire, but the idea of never leaving your side—to instill himself into your very soul that whoever tries to kiss you or undress you will find crystal clear traces of him. An invisible collar that warned off others that you belonged to no one but Pantalone. He did vow that anyone who touches or covets you will be skinned alive. You laughed at that promise, adorably unaware.

“J-jewel, s’ tight. Pussy’s mine, right? Ah… Gonna let me breed this cunt?” There was no scarcity to his filthy words that fuelled your moans. At this point, you were convinced your soul has left your body by just the intensity of his thrusts akin to how a hammer pounds on a nail. His strength was tantamount to the vampire’s progenitor, one that can cut through a forest or scrape the sky—reduced to a mere force that held your legs apart and pressed them against your chest. His sharp eyesight could put any seasoned predator to shame concentrated on your face, obsessed by the expressions it makes as he takes you. Pantalone’s tongue can cut through the most frigid heart and cause a grown man to weep for his mother’s embrace. The exact tongue that is now whispering your name like a sacred prayer that will save his damned soul from the fires he sold himself to. Honey dripping from his lips into yours without any reservations—all just for you, his beautiful jewel.

“O-oh, fuck! K-keep this up and—shit, you’re gonna, ah, be a d-daddy at this rate,” you teasingly moaned. His next few thrusts knocked the steadiness off of your voice, eager to breed your fertile womb. A human can only take so much and you were quite sure there would be bruises on your thighs and legs. “D-daddy, gonna knock me u-up? Do it, please! Fucking please! Cum inside me.”

Pantalone was a man who had everything until you entered his life, making the immortal realize the world deceived him into believing he did. Now, he doesn’t care if you will be his downfall or his ticket to eternal paradise. There was so much he could give you but he knew nothing could make you happier than having his child… or knowing his real name.

“Darlin’, cum. Cum all over this cock.”

Pantalone didn’t have to tell you twice. Your entire being was spasming, hands pulling him close to anchor yourself from the waves of bliss he let you experience. Your husband followed after. His mouth parted and sank his fangs into your neck, groaning at the taste of your piquant blood on his tastebuds. His hands harshly gripped the armrest, exercising restraint. Hot milky semen coated your walls and your womb. The whole ordeal was not strange to you, however, you couldn’t get used to the intoxicating state he casts on you. His glasses then slipped down and fell unceremoniously on top of your head once he was finished. Stifling a giggle, you grabbed his glasses and set them aside in case you might sit on them. Just as you were about to reach up and wipe off the bloodstain on your husband’s lips, Pantalone leans down to kiss you. He patiently waits for your heart to calm down and for your form to relax. As soon as you did, he wasted no time whispering into your ear his anniversary gift.

His real name.

Your husband hardly laughs genuinely and whenever he does, you treasure that moment—even if it’s because he finds your surprised look comedic. The implications of you knowing and the trust he has in you—it nearly had you in tears.

“I can’t believe you just revealed your real name…” You trailed off to kiss him again, this time, with absolute fervor. There wasn’t anything on this planet Pantalone can’t have and yet, he craves your love like a starved man. His mouth chased after yours once distance was created, the corners of his lips curling up while whispering those three words he will certainly never get tired of uttering for his darling wife.

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Pantalone isn't capable of love

He's nothing but a sadistic man who uses and abuses people for his own enjoyment, and his lovers would be no different.

He will have you bent over his desk, taking out his frustrations from the day on you without a second thought for your own pleasure. He will have you cock warm him while he has meetings with underlings. They can look at your body all they want. Sometimes, he teases you during the meeting, giving the men a little show, letting them hear your pathetic moans. You are his toy. He can do anything he wants to you. He would fuck you on top of Signora's casket without a second thought. He loves listening to you babble on about how much you love him, how you want to worship him, and give him your body and soul. He will just look at you, that beautiful sadistic smile on his face as he says "I know"

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