#capitano x you

[anantaru]

do you think capitano has a bunch of scars? how would he react when you trace them? :3

synopsis. it turns capitano on when you trace the scars on his back as he fucks you ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ fem! reader

warnings. tw scars (on his back), size kink & size difference (he's very big n beefy, as we know <3)

grabbing a fistful of your ass, capitano groans against your wet cheek, his voice on the verge of breaking.

"my dear..." he huffs out breathlessly, "i have no control when I'm with you," before he finds you wincing at the rough texture of his skin buzzing within your walls, roaming freely and sliding his throbbing sensation over your soft insides.

you swallow down a cry as you took him, your legs burning as he stretches your cunt— his hunted, dark gaze always casted on yours, watching you with thrill in his eyes as he started to thrust into you a little deeper.

the harbinger was exploring the pure and surreal nature of your intimacy as your body weeps into his chest, your cheeks beginning to burn due to overstimulation and the aching stretch of his cock, "fuck— so… big," you hiccup, "aah, you're so warm," as he pounds his thick cock into you, completely overthrowing the natural strength of your body without even trying.

it wasn't really difficult for capitano to send chills down your body, or coax out each little, pathetic moan from your throat— in fact, he had to hold himself back in order to not hurt you with his enormous strength. each thrust he added would multiply in precision and intensity, making you shudder out a hefty rush of air through your chest, once, twice, as a pleasurable tear teases light-heartedly around your lashes.

air enters your lungs and you arch your back, letting him take control over you as your fingers trace along the bulging scars on his defined back— which some of them felt fresher than the others, not to mention that quite a few didn't heal properly and left behind swelling, bumps of skin.

the man was known to be the strongest, unable to be defeated yet encountering himself in his current setting, he finds himself utterly defeated by the pure trace of you— and your soft digits embracing the countless scars covering his back weakened his mind.

capitano cherishes them, his marks and blemishes were a part of him, in fact, they multiply from battle to battle, burning into his skin as he wears them with pride. the man looks at them like trophies to remind himself of his true, never ending victory, and his brutal strength making the cryo nation petrifying to the outside eye.

your hands were planted against his flexing back as he fills you to the brim. shortly after, you're resuming to take care of his scars, gently brushing across the alarming number of them and awaiting his pebbly whines, urging him on to inch his face closer so you could kiss him.

the tip of his cock drags through the slopes of your walls as your body clenches beneath his larger one. he's so big— a little freak in the sheets if he wants, but capitano was also soft at the same time, vulnerable and entirely differentiating from his outside self, like you're the only person he could be vulnerable with.

your legs trembled as they dangled against his shoulders, your hips twitching and beginning to burn from how hard he was rolling his hips into your sensitive hole.

careful and sultry thrusts of his shaft send numerous tremors surging right through you, racking through your brain as the sheer size of him numbs you out— as do your feathery touches, embraces and exploring of his damaged skin add depth to his means of experiencing true love.

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[pigeonpeach]

Jealous harbingers

Warning: yandere like tendencies or behaviors but not fully. Also ofc jealously and violence

Characters: Childe, Capitano, Dottore, Pantalone, Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone

Childe is definitely the worst when it comes to jealousy. He’s number 11 so he’s eager to rise up the ranks, but he also refuses to bring you around the other harbingers because he worries they’d use you to get to him. And it would work. Hook line and sinker. Even if its innocent. The only harbinger he’d let you around is Puncinella and that’s because the guy is like family to him so of course he doesn’t mind. But if he must he has you close 24/7. He cuts off his colleagues if they get too comfortable and is quick to show displays of affection as of means to dissuade anyone. He also will leave enough hickies to make you look like a dalmation

Capitano is actually very calm when jealous. For the simple fact that scenario is incredibly unlikely to happen. No man is stupid enough to flirt with his partner, especially when you’re consistently guarded and accompanied. Not even Dottore would risk his wrath. But if some idiot does decide to try they won’t last long. Like at all. He will just grab them by their skull and toss them like they’re a lingering piece of garbage. He will not leave hickies on you however because with his strength that could actually do serious damage and he just refuses to risk hurting for that. He will likely have you wear his insignia in some way on your outfit if you go out without him.

Dottore is worse but hes good at covering for it. Like Captiano he is less likely to let you be alone in public without him or underling. But he knows you’re a beautiful sight so you would catch a eye or too. You won’t know that the underlings avoid your gaze because the last few that lingered their gaze quickly became test subjects of some horrible experiments. He is also not stupid enough to show you off to the other harbingers. You’re likely in your own wing of the lab building in a comfortable environment with attendees far from where any colleague of his is allowed to go. Although he will probably get jealous of his clones. The younger segments are more neutral towards you but the older ones are more likely to try and hold you or kiss your hand while he’s not in the room. It’s quite a mess for him.

Pantalone is not like Dottore in that he will show off his prized jewel in the appropriate settings. They wear custom matching outfits meant to clearly indicate they are his, jewelry paralleling his own, with a hand on the waist at all times as he mostly dominates conversations with strangers or colleagues. He is proud that you are his. He makes it well known. In public he is usually not so touchy minus holding you. But if he notices the lingering gazes and jealous stares he gets he won’t hesitate to stoke those agitation as a way of showing dominance. For instance he may pull you into s dance in which he keeps you pressed so close to him. He may pull you in for a quick kiss or a long one depending on how mischievous he is feeling.

Arlecchino

You’ll need not to deal with such things. More likely than not you’ll be busy in the orphanage. The rare occasion she allows you to accompany her is for special events she thinks you would enjoy. Often times your shared children are also brought as body guards to you. So you won’t be left alone. If any would be suitor comes by they’ll swiftly redirect them and engage if they get violent. But if a harbinger were to try their luck…. Arlecchino will not hold her tongue nor keep up appearances as she pulls you from the conversation and kindly reminds said harbinger to keep their hands to themselves. Once you’re home safe and alone however her teeth with be in your neck making enough hickies to make you into a leopard.

Sandrone

You are her most prized possession by far. Beautiful puppets and such. She is seldom seen in public or in events. Often sending underlings in her stead. It helps she’s also not nearly as social able or diplomatic. But she is a very jealous lover. She hates the idea of anyone else having eyes on you. She may subtly influence you to stay by her side more and more. Not even the most arrogant harbinger would dare to challenge her.

Columbina

She is actually least likely to be jealous. She’s a odd woman. But if she didn’t think you would stay loyal then she wouldn’t have let you out of the house today anyways! Your attire is tailored and customized to match hers. Sometimes you dawn a veil as she thinks if she sees your pretty face too much she’ll loose all restraint and just get carried away with you. Truly a strange woman. Not even the most reckless of harbingers would challenge her.

[makelemonade]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫

Characters; All the Harbingers (including Scaramouche and Signora)

Genre: Modern!AU

Summary; A little girl Pierro found after her family abandoned her in the cold winter of Snezhnaya. How will the Harbingers deal with her growing up in their organization?

Warnings; mentions of abandonment, bullying, scara and Dottore not caring abt u for like a millisecond, implied nudes but it’s not direct, if you squint there’s a little Pantalone/Signora but It can be seen as platonic

Notes; uhm so ‘organization’ for the harbingers can live up to yalls perspectives since it’s a Modern!AU. I didn’t wanna say Mafia so imagine to your hearts content.

y’all I would deadass turn this into a series if anyone asked or it got a lot of attention

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context; pierro, who found you as a little girl all alone in the snow and came to the assumption that you were left and abandoned here on his walk towards his work. He couldn’t just leave you there all alone to die from the sheer cold, so he brings you to his work, and tries to get any information out of you. You’re too young and small to say anything, but comes to the conclusion with the constant crying, you were indeed abandoned.

Also, imagine the work place is also their home or wtv and they havé rooms (basically the Tsaritsa’a castle)

Pierro, who doesn’t care if you call him by his name or ‘ dad’ when you start to grow up, but he can’t deny the small happy feeling in his chest when he hears you call him dad.

Pierro, who is not always physically there due to work and being away frequently, but tries his best to spend time with you during all his free time.

Pierro, who starts to realize that he has a lot to teach you once you enter high school, but figured maybe he should get one of the female-harbingers to talk to you about uh, certain, stuff

Pierro, who makes sure to be very protective of you and always has someone watching over you. Sometimes he tends to be overprotective when you wanna go out to certain places, but get one of the Harbingers or even his boss to talk to him and he’ll probably change his mind.

Capitano, who always found you absolutely adorable ever since you were brought to the workplace and would coo under his helmet

Capitano, who lets you play with his helmet when he has to take care of you while the others are too busy with work.

Capitano, who would give you piggy back rides once you were a bit taller and older so you wouldn’t easily fall off his back.

Capitano, who is also just as overprotective as Pierro, but he can’t help but let you go out when you plead with your adorable puppy eyes. As long as he knows where you are at all times, you’re free.

Colombina, who would sing you lullabies fo sleep whenever you had trouble sleeping- especially on the first night you arrived, too scared to fall asleep.

Colombina, who would sing karaoke with you on some fun nights, even if it was Barbie songs or whatever childhood shows the others made you watch.

Colombina, who surprisingly, was the first to teach you how to read given her love for reading you bedtime stories whenever Pierro was away.

Dottore, who being fully honest, didn’t have much of a care for you in the world. It’s one day when little you is clinging to the fabric of his pants, little hands up in the air and grabbing the air, he can’t help but pick you up and hold you.

Dottore, who grabs your wrist with Pantalone as they hold it under the sink after your kindergarten teacher told Pierro you held hands with a boy. They had to wash his touch off of you. Cooties, you know?

Dottore, who helps you ace every single science assignment and test all throughout middle school and high school.

Pulcinella, who made a promise to himself and whatever god was out there that he’d be a second father to you the moment he heard that you were abandoned.

Pulcinella, who instead of teaching you to read like Colombina, teaches you math to make sure you don’t fall behind in the difficult subject, and always helps you with your homework. If you take a liking to politics in high school, he’ll be happy to teach you the basics and join him for his daily life as the mayor.

Pulcinella, who does his job as mayor and makes sure to find you the top ranked daycare, elementary, middle and high school in all of Snezhnaya. Money wise don’t matter, especially to all of them.

Scaramouche, who also didn’t give one single shit about you when you came and was a lot more stubborn than Dottore. It’s not until probably a lot longer later, when you come back from daycare crying about how kids bullied you for being adopted, when he realizes you’re just like him- the both of were you abandoned.

Scaramouche, who when is alone with child you, likes to hide his face behind his hands and opens them with a saying of “peek-a-boo!”. If not alone, he’s kind enough to let you play with his hat.

Scaramouche, who realizes that a child was able to let him soften up a bit, and that you gave him a new family.

Scaramouche, who teams up with Childe to make sure that absolutely NO ONE would defile you, and if someone did, Childe can make hassle of them.

Sandrone, who makes you little trinkets and baby toys when your first introduced to all the Harbingers.

Sandrone, who is usually the one to change Capitano or Pierro’s minds on their usual overprotectiveness.

Sandrone, who makes sure to protect you from the horrors of the world while growing up. She makes sure everything is age perfect for you, such as baby-proofing all the sharp edges when you were younger, she makes sure you don’t hear any of the subordinates being yelled at so you don’t get scared, and she sometimes joins in with Childe and Scaramouche to make sure no one defiles you.

Sandrone, who’s main goal will forever be to protect your innocence, even if it eventually gets ruined.

Signora, who is actually top on the Big Sister list. Like Sandrone, she wants to protect your innocence, but also reminds you that the world is not pure, and many people out there will want to ruin you.

(since this is modern, I’d like to say her and Childe are close to the same age, so she’s in her senior year when you’re in middle school)

Signora, who starts to give you friend advice once you enter middle school, because she’s had her fair share of deal of fake friends all through her years of middle school and high school.

Signora, who also gives you fashion advice or dresses you up for school every morning because lord knows Pierro’s fashion sense is horrible. She’s in her last year of high school (senior), so she’s seen all the good and bad fashion trends which means she’ll know just what’s right for you.

Signora, who is also the one who tried to get Capitano and Pierro to calm their overprotectiveness, but even she sometimes lets them win when she has a bad feeling about some high school party you want to go to.

Signora, who is your shoulder to cry on if a boy or girl ever breaks your heart. She is the big sister who tells you the no’s and yes’ of high school- no certain photos to men because they’re monsters at this age, no starting problems for the fun of it, but do make sure to have fun and if you’re dragged in a problem, finish it.

Pantalone, who spoils you ever since the first day you were introduced to them. He somehow beats Sandrone since he buys every single toy you’d point at in shops or see on ads.

Pantalone, who continues to spoil you through your years of aging as it would ascend from baby toys to fake jewelry, clothes, eventually real jewelry and makeup. He did want to give you real jewelry when you were little, but Dottore had to remind him you were a baby and would probably break it. Or eat it.

Pantalone, who glares at any guy you’ve taken an interest in. If instead of a guy it’s a girl, Arlecchino will take care of them if they break your heart.

Pantalone, who gives you money for literally every time you want to go out during your high school years. Movies, mall, trips- literally anything. It doesn’t matter how much, if you want 20$ he’ll give you 200$.

Pantalone, who did indeed turn on the sink and watched as Dottore grabbed your wrist and held it under the sink to wash off the touch of a little boy who held your hand in kindergarten.

Pantalone, who looks online or in stores with you and Signora for dresses when your homecoming and prom comes up. When he sees Signora looking at a dress she’d like for herself, he’ll buy it. He has to spoil his girls, and maybe the men coworkers if they’re being nice.

Arlecchino, who treats you just as any other kid in the orphanage she watches over, but she has a bit more of a soft spot for you.

Arlecchino, who also wants to protect your innocence, but decides instead that you need to know the horrors of the world and peoples real intentions. She did tell you all this at the age of 2 but all you did was angle your small little head to the side while Sandrone scolded her.

Arlecchino, who truthfully snd sadly, is hardly ever there, but if she ever sees something that reminds her of you on her work trips, she’ll make sure to buy it.

Arlecchino, who is not afraid to punch any man or women who tries to hurt you in any way.

Childe, who is probably the best big brother aside from Pantalone. He joined the Fatui when you were 11 and he was 14, so you two got along very easily and were constantly together.

Childe, who would pull pranks with you on the others but Dottore or Sandrone were quick to catch on with whatever you two would create and Pierro would end up lecturing you both.

Childe, who records literally everything the two of you do, whether it be sneaking out to go to parties, breaking something in the workplace or pranks you created. He has a lot of blackmail on you, comrade.

Childe, who promises you that whatever happens in high school, stays there, unless it’s horrible to the point he has to get your father involved.

Childe, who is in his last year (senior) while you’ve just started high school (freshman) and he threatens all the seniors to make sure no one looks at you in the wrong way because 1, it would probably be a felony given they’re all 18 and 2, the men in his grade are disgusting.

Childe, who once (not once he’s done it a bunch of times) beat up a guy in your grade for looking at you the wrong way. He had to stop when it was on the verge of expulsion, but he thinks the message got across to all the men. The ladies can deal with Signora, seeing as she can waltz in given she was an alumni.

Childe, who is now in university, but he decides to come back from his university to be your prom escort. He is still childish, and he did promise that what happens in high school, stays there, so if you both ditch prom later to get McDonald’s or go to a party, no one will ever know.

[gojoidyll]

Capitano likes manhandling you in a gentleman way.

A hand on the small of your back as he guides you through a crowd.

A hand on your waist as he maneuvers you out of the way so you don't do that thing in the hallway where you try to pass each other leading in awkward situations.

An arm over your shoulder as he pulls you against him.

His body towering your own as he corners you against a wall and kabedons you.

When there are no seats left in a room, he sort of just tugs you into his lap and holds you there.

[onirique-amaranth]

⎮What type of sub are they?⎮

Part.3 : Capitano & Pantalone

Capitano

✦ Capitano has a strong mind along with a certain pride. He isn't the type to brag since he knows that his action speaks louder than his words, but he particularly holds onto his pride of his. This explains why he wasn't fond of the idea of being a sub, he never imagined himself as someone that could let go of the control he has.

✦ It takes him some time to get used to it, going slow with him is the best way to do it. Despite being a strong big man, he is still quite sensitive to some things, and he was never used to intimacy before. Except when he fights, nobody even touched him in any way, making it all more overwhelming for him.

✦ Everything you do can affect him strongly, from the good to bad things. One single kiss can either melt his heart or have him clench his thighs together, there's no in-between, except maybe when you can see him melt against you and rub himself on your thigh. Touch him slowly, learn where he is the most sensitive, and soon, he will be putty in your hands. He loves foreplay, almost more than the moment he orgasms itself.

✦ He is far from a bratty sub, he's obedient, wanting to please you and doing everything correctly. He almost takes your orders as seriously as a mission the Tsaritsa could give him. You could tell him anything, from the softest order to the most humiliating thing, he would do it without a second thought.

✦ Ask him to get on his knees? He will be at your feet in seconds. After getting his trust, you won't deny anything you ask him to do. But don't go too far, he may be obedient and understanding, but he won't let you use him in a way that could damage his pride, reputation, or mission. If you do, you won't wake up the next morning.

✦ At first, he does it to please you, and only focuses on your pleasure. But after a while, he starts to get curious, and needy, everything is flipped up suddenly. You help him, show him how it's done, he needs you here to do anything, he can't get the pleasure he craves when you aren't with him. Spoil him, and you will give you everything he has.

✦ He isn't a jealous man nor possessive, but seeing someone making you uncomfortable can piss Capitano off rather quickly. If you don't take care of the person, he will. Don't forget that he is still one of the Harbingers, and he can kill whoever he wants.

✦ After every mission, and battle, he would come to find you. You are his stress reliever, he isn't shy or embarrassed to admit it and in private, he would be at your side whenever he can. Don't expect him to act the same way outside though, he is still a respected and prideful man, outside private quarters, he is a fighter and won't let his private life get in the way.

✦ Capitano will be obedient, and listen to whatever you tell him, but don't cross the line. Because there will be no second chance.

Pantalone

✦ Pantalone, the wealthy and cunning man everyone knows. He is extremely smart, thinks about everything and knows what he wants. And he wants you. The day you met him, simply wanting to approve a transaction between your organization and his, something clicked.

✦ He tried to get you with gifts, money, and expensive dates, that he was covering by calling them business meetings. Sadly, it barely worked, instead of being interested in him, you were just seeing the material part only. And that's when the physical attraction came into play, using his charm instead of his wealth.

✦ After the first night, he got you hooked. He has control at first, tempts you, makes you give in and then, lets you do whatever you want. The fact that you are looking at him only and doing it with him is enough, that brings Pantalone the most satisfaction.

✦ He isn't obedient nor bratty, he just knows what he wants and will do everything to have it. The simple attraction that he has for you changed, and ended up turning into an unhealthy obsession, he needed you. Nothing was too much if it made you stay with him. Each of your desire was met, from the material one to the sexual one.

✦ He buys himself lingerie, picking the ones he knew you would like. He buys the most expensive toys, sheets, and builds a room only for those night activities. He gets everything you need, makes everything around you, himself include fits into your standards, you can't refuse. He has you all figured out.

✦ Despite how he acts, he's weak for you, a single touch of yours can make his body and mind freeze. You have much more control over him than he likes to admit, he would do anything to spend one more night with you. Absolutely in love with anything oral, he prefers giving over receiving, he wants to worship you and be the one to make you feel good.

✦ As long as it is with you, he could do anything, from wearing the most expensive lingerie under his clothes to greeting you back home with rope and the cutest outfit. He would let you call him puppy, let him kneel in front of you, pleasure you or hump your thigh, and he would thank you.

✦ Pantalone is the smartest and most dangerous man, he meets your standards and expectations, but in return, you can't leave or hope to have someone else. If he ever catches you being too close to someone, they will never be seen again. If he sees suspicious marks on your back during the night, he would go as far as drug one of your drink to make sure you can't leave again, he has the power and money to do anything he wants.

✦ In the end, Pantalone would be the best partner by being willing to give you anything and everything, but don't expect to be able to ever change your mind after the first night. He owns you and you own him. There's no coming back, you don't know yet how far he could go for you.

⏤ Thank you for reading! I wish you a great day.

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[miyaur]

𝄞 — capitano, tartaglia/childe (fem reader) — ❝ you're both ours, don't complain. ❞

summary: you were a rather cute secretary that was under capitano, a well known, and mighty harbinger. walking in on your boss and the 11th harbinger having a duel, deciding to have a change of plans the moment you walked in.

a/n: i've been trying to write this for so long but prince kaeya had to come first 😔😔.. ok but i'm so sorry posting some thing later than usual schedule, school finally started and not that proud of my exam scores, writing is fr my only escape <;/3

warnings: nsfw, threesome, dom!capitano, dom!tartaglia/childe, sub!reader, pussy eating,

being capitano's secretary, doing groceries, helping him out with paperwork, is the usual, but every year, there comes a time where capitano gets into the mood, and need to take it out on something, or someone, whether it'd be stress, or sexual frustration. and you.. ohh you.. you were really just the cutie he needed.

tartaglia, the youngest of harbingers. you've met him before, what a pretty man! he was very much somewhat carefree, constantly asking every good fighter he meets for a spar. he always asked your boss to duel a ton too! you understand why though, capitano is quite strong, and big~

although, you definitely didn't know how tartaglia had convinced capitano into sparring with him. maybe he felt bad? oh well. but it was just a normal day, finishing up a bit of paperwork for capitano, wanting to see if they both had finished.

"hi sir! are you.. finished?" peaking through the door of the room, watching them both covered in sweat, tired from fighting, clothing almost torn off fully. getting flustered and apologizing till a huge hand grabs you by your waist

a husky voice whispers into your ears "stay. i believe i need help with a special something. actuslly me and my good friend, childe." pulling you back to the position him and tartaglia were in. "i- anything for you sir?" stammering over your words, yet confused, placing you on his lap, revealing what was under your skirt, nothing (lol), "dirty girl, wanting to be fucked so bad." he said taking off your shirt, chest being revealed, "oh, you must be so excited, already wet for us hm?" childe questions, slowly sinking his tongue into your pussy, licking your clit, as capitano's hands rub over your boobs. chulde lapping at your juices like it's his last meal, or beter yet his first meal in a long time, but it's true that he's never tasted something better than his cooking.

both of them pleasuring you, making you closer and closer to finishing, to reach your high. feeling a knot in your stomach, fonally breaking you cum all over childe's mouth, and he's glad to clean of your mess. "that feel good, cutie?" looking happier than ever, chukde wipes off any excess cum from his face, "i'm very sure my little secretary enjoyed it." capitano replied, he lifts you up so his cock can enter you, feeling his head, what if it.. it didn't fit? how is soemthing so big supossed to fit in your tight hole?

your ass is already so tired, and slowly you felt tartaglia put his cock in your mouth, making you slowly rock back and forth (indeed you are on all fours..), for hours on end. you fainted after they both finally released inside you, next thing you saw, you woke up in capitano's room, as he was reading something to you, "i'm sorry about last night.. we both brought you here, taetaglia would like to give you this." a little box of chocolates, jewelry, and a note that says "sorry for rearranging your insides, please accept this apology."

[gutouhua]

tags. monster!capitano x reader / monsterfucking, oral (f. receiving), edging (sort of), cum swallowing, not edited just word vomit

no thoughts just thinking of capitano absolutely abusing the hell out of your pussy with his long ass tongue, his sharp teeth biting into your soft thighs. and being a masochist, it only sets you off even more.

at first he starts off with a light hand, softly feeding his tongue in and out of your pussy -- not too deep -- he keeps his movement shallow because he wants you to beg before he goes any deeper.

"c-capitano!" you whimper, as he forks his tongue back and forth, curling inwards sometimes, but it's not deep enough.

he's holding your thighs apart with a strong grip and when you feel his tongue pass your clit, feather-light before he sucks the bud with a long inhale, you almost cum until you hear a sharp command accompanied by a nip of his teeth to your inner thigh.

"not yet."

at this point, you're bucking against his face, thighs squeezing his faces, and he feels like he could die a happy man between your legs, but you haven't cummed yet. and he couldn't go without giving you your pleasure.

"w-when," you ask shakily, panting from a mixture of exertion and lust. your cheeks are hot and your eyes are heavy with desire and if capitano was a better man, he would've given in to you. after all, who wouldn't give in to their goddess?

but he was not.

he was a sinner.

and sinners wrung pleasure out of their goddesses. they did not give it freely.

"use your words, love, so i can lick this pretty cunt," he murmurs against your wet folds, the vibrations causing you to arch and push closer to his face, seeking the friction and penetration you needed so badly to cum. "i can't give you what you want if you don't use your words. we need consent, and you're a smart girl right, hmm?" he starts circling your clit with a long finger, his usually long nails cut short just for you.

consent. you shut your eyes tightly, remembering the first time you met him. you'd gone on and on about consent and whatnot since he'd stolen a kiss from you, and now it seemed like every time before you were about to cum, he'd bring that up and ask for your explicit permission.

he was a menace.

but you always gave in to him. and judging by the smirk that graced his savage features, he knew exactly what he was doing.

you squirm against him, almost humping his face at this point, before the need to cum was too great. "capitano, p-please! please make me...please make me cum, mhm--"

no sooner do those words leave your lips does he stuff all seven inches of his tongue inside you. you let out a gasp at the fullness -- it doesn't feel quite as full as when he'd stuff you with his cock, but the way he moves his tongue and his circling finger over your clit was enough to set you off immediately.

you feel yourself spasm around his tongue and cum so fiercely that hot liquid gushes out and makes a mess of his face. capitano opens his mouth wide, tongue outstretched, and makes sure to swallow every last drop -- much to your mortification.

"i keep telling you not to do that!" you swat him lightly as he continues to hold your cunt to his face, peppering tiny kitten licks to your still-quivering folds.

he smiles widely, revealing sharp teeth and a predatory glare.

"but you just taste so good. i can't help it."

[frogzxch]

Pov: you having kids with them

Pearings: Pantalone, II Dottore and capitano bunos character zhongli and childe

Enjoy the fluff or idk the sweetness ehE &lt;3

Im still a starter makin this things they maybe short tho

Alrighty let us start!(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

Capitano

Him being a father is a bit strict sometimes when it comes to his own child he doesn't want his own son/daughter be weak most of the time he would test them to fight, and there you are would be upset about this.

He would adore them tho like especially when it's a girl he would always protect you and his daughter he would spend time playing dress up games with his daughter and you would sometimes just giggle beside the door because of it.

He is a big gentle guy when it comes to his child and also you ofc he will do anything with his power for both of you to be comfortable and safe.

Would miss his child when he will be away for a mission.

Pantalone

His the type of father who spoil his son/daughter to much you would always say " pantalone that's enough gifts for them! " and he would laugh a little and all of a sudden your lips are touching with his.

Diff want's to spend more time with his child he would sometimes bring his child to work the child would have it's own area where she/he can play while pantalone doing his work.

Would fallasleep while his child on his arms and you would sometimes take pictures of both of them after that you would suddenly feel an hand grabing your wrist and pull you to sleep beside them yes cuddles a family cuddle.

Dottore

This guy is not really the type to be a father at first he was to scared after finding out you where pregnant, the first time he held his child his expression soften when the newborn smiled at him.

He would always have his segments looking/play with his child whenever his busy, sometimes when you finished a mission from the fatui you would go check on both of them and you would see both of them asleep sometimes and it was adorable your little child would be wearing the same outfit as him.

He will have someone watch the both of you whenever you go out it's because for '' safety '' but he would actually just have someone picture you both and he would display them in his lab.

He would teach his child about his experiments and you would be worried but dottore would always say " don't worry about it love '' and kiss you on your forehead while you holding your child.

Zhongli

Would also be same as pantalone he would talk about his child with childe yeah, his going gogo gaga with his child.

Will do braids when it's a girl he will dress her up like a little doll or sometimes would match with your outfit.

Will take family pictures whenever you all go out he will always buy his child stuff toys and sweets/candy yes you will always make him try not to spoil your child.

24/7 with his child lol he would piggy back ride his child whenever walking around.

Childe

First when he held his child he never expected that his wish would come true tears raining down his cheeks while his child on his arms smiling.

A protective father when he saw his child crying he would rush to run at them and he would ask " who is it? " making his expression angry his child would point at the one's who made fun of her/him after that he will hug his child and kiss there forehead for comfort.

His child would probably cling to him more than you shshsh, childe will always play with them when your out for a mission/work.

[erikatsu]

Here's one for Capitano:

He LOVES cockwarming. Just you sitting on his hard cock. Him buried within you, stretching you full. He says he promises he'll fuck you after doing some work. Fuck you nice and dizzy on his desk.

capitano and cockwarming ...

warnings: [n]sfw. afab!reader. cockwarming. slight begging. size kink (reader implied to be smaller than capitano). use of "little one". slight dacryphilia.

this was so much longer than i intended. idk the word count tho.

capitano does love cockwarming. it's a true test of discipline and self control— which you clearly lack. while he's content to finish paper work or send word back to pierro of his platoon's accomplishments, you always ended up how you were right now. every time he tested your patience, you could never sit still. sometimes, you tried to just rest your head on his shoulder and relax, but your fingers always ended up tangled in his dark hair, and your lips always found his neck.

he'd shift in his seat as you started to wander, reeling you back in as his cock brushed further against your soft walls— a sharp gasp falling off your lips. he clenches the quill in his hand just a bit tighter, trying to ignore the grip you have on him getting stronger with his teasing. then it all becomes too much.

the mere minutes that had gone by now felt like hours. your legs begin to shake and you feel raw– mainly due to his size and how even the slightest shift made you feel as if he we're splitting you open from the inside out. it suddenly hurt, and that craving for him that you'd been pushing down came flooding back with a vengeance. you let out a whimper, unable to stop the roll of your hips in an attempt to subdue the ache.

“i can't take it. it hurts,” you whined, his free hand moving to grip your hip to stop your movements. “capitano, please.”

he hums, masking the amusement in his tone, "be patient little one. i'm almost done, then i'll make you feel real good."

tears stung your eyes, blurring your vision as you keep saying "please, please, please" over and over again. but your words were falling on deaf ears, your pleas and telling him how badly you needed him wasn't working— it never did. no amount of tears would break his concentration, not until he was done. because unlike you, capitano was disciplined.

even after setting down his quill and coaxing you into lifting your head so he could see you, he still barely moved. a low chuckle from a mouth you can't see makes his chest vibrate, the hand not pinning you down coming up to cup your cheek. his finger gently glides across your skin and he states, "such pretty tears."

you can't even rebuttal, or plead some more before he's lifted you up and laying you down on his desk. a moan escapes you as he seems to reach even deeper than before. he leans in, lightly shaking his head as he thrusts teasingly slow, "how many times do i need to remind you that i'm a man of my word, and that patience is a virtue?"

TAGS: @dottores @dxlucs @suyacho @mrskreideprinz @mxnjiros @no3tis

[morose-melodies]

hi! i hope you’re having a great thanksgiving. i was wondering if you could maybe do a drabble where capitano and pantalone (seperate) have a lover who sleeps all the time

counting sheep | capitano x reader / pantalone x reader

content warning: none.

(sorry for taking so long to make this :))

"happy to see you," you mumbled from the comforts of your bed, your body wrapped in thick blankets to protect yourself from the cold draft coming in.

capitano grunted in response before making his way to the closet, where he would change and lie down for the night.

as capitano removed his armor, he thought about you. how was your day? did you stay in the bedroom all day? did you eat anything? did you miss him?

once capitano entered the bedroom once again, you were fast asleep on the bed, your arms stretched out as you lay there, softly breathing.

capitano sat on the edge of the bed and rested his hand on your head, causing you to stir and wake up. you pushed yourself away from capitano to give him more space.

he moved further onto the bed and laid down beside you. once he was comfortable you scooted towards him and rested your head against his chest and his arm wrapped around you.

you went limp seconds later, your eyes closed and your body close to his. capitano held you closer to himself and ran his finger across your cheek and neck, repeatedly.

you were a light sleeper but made up for the lost sleep by sleeping throughout the day. it took some getting used to for capitano because he wasn't used to such a lack of activity in his free time.

but he got used to it- silently spending time with you, though it was one-sided. he would hold you in his arms, run fingers across your skin, and press his cheek against yours, to feel the heat from your body going onto his.

it wasn't long before you woke up though, twisting and turning in capitano's arms until you were on your side, your back against his chest.

he shifted, his arms adjusting around you as he pulled you closer to himself. you took hold of his hand and closed your eyes once again.

your grip on his hand tightening as you drifted off to sleep once again.

PANTALONE

"get up, (y/n), being lazy will get you nowhere," pantalone pulled a blanket from over your body, which gained a groan from you as you turned onto your side and wrapped your arms around your body.

"(y/n)," pantalone pinched your thigh, once, twice, and then one last time, you shifted away from you, groaning. "look out the window, it's bright and early, it's time for you to get up, (y/n)."

"I have nothing to do, no work, unlike you. so let me rest," you mumbled into your pillow, while using one had to reach for the blanket pantalone pulled off of you.

"even so, get up. be productive, make yourself breakfast, read a book, make a snowman, (y/n), do anything." pantalone took hold of your hand and pulled you up so that you were sitting up.

"..." you frowned, as you looked up at pantalone, "don't frown, (y/n)-"

you got up and went into the bathroom and pantalone heard the shower start. he smiled to himself as he left the bedroom, satisfied with himself.

...

"(y/n), are you not done with your shower yet? its been an hour and a half." pantalone knocked on the bathroom door and gained no response.

he sighed as he reached for the doorknob, expecting it to be locked but the door opened. pantalone looked into the bathroom, "(y/n)?"

he took a step in and looked around, and to his surprise, you were asleep, on the toilet.

pantalone's eye twitched.

he kneeled in front of you and tapped your leg until you woke up, seemingly dazed and confused as you looked around, "what? what are y-"

"(y/n), why were you sleeping in the bathroom? with the water running?" pantalone sighed as he stood up, bringing you up with himself.

"come with me, you'll be my assistant for the next few days, so now you'll have something to wake up for." pantalone smiled.

[y0ukn0wme]

TILL WAR DO US PART - 2

Capitano x F!Reader

Warnings: Injured reader, blood, injury, mentions of war, angst, use of pet names, OOC Capitano?, time skip, malnourished body, kissing, comas, emotional distress, grief, violence.

Word Count: 1724

A/N: Dropping part 2 after 8 months of no uploads because a user by the name of @mikrou reblogged part 1 and made a comment that had me blushing, so I thought I’d grace them and everyone else who liked the first one with another one. Thanks @mikrou, lots of kisses for you from me. Part 1

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Distant screams and echoes of thunderous explosions resonated amidst memories emerged. The stench of smoke from burning buildings and soldiers, the taste of fear that hung in the air was akin to that of a heavy smog, and then there was the deafening sound of gunfire and the clashing of swords.

The Second Archon War.

It had torn apart Teyvat, leaving scars not only on the landscape but etched deep into everyone's souls. The weight of being an aide in this war was a burden, one you couldn’t shake.

Faces flashed – comrades in arms, friends that had been lost to the raging war and their loss of absence was deeply etched into the few who remembered them. There was a desperation to remember and honour their sacrifice for the greater good... their families... for the Tsaritsa herself. 

Just as the memories began to resurface, something was pulling you away from them. They were becoming distant, unclear to the eyes. NO! NOT YET! Even with the desperate pleas to stay and recall such memoirs, they fell on deaf ears to whoever was prying you away from them.

The memories receded, sinking deep into the depths from where they came, unsure if they were to ever resurface again.

…

With a gasp, you yanked into awareness, your eyes snapping open albeit with a heavy feeling attached to them, as if they hadn't opened for a century. The familiar amber hue to the room made you relax, a welcoming sight in contrast to the war you had just been actively participating in.

Your heart raced as you struggled to make the connection – the battlefield and this room. Your body felt heavy and sluggish, as if waking from a deep slumber as you sat up to get a better view. Your eyes slowly swept over the room, you were alone.. But the familiarity of this large room was unclear to you until you saw the red chaise lounge seated by the large window, opposite to the hearthy fire.

You were… home.

Home…

Home?...

Why were you home? In bed lying down as if you had just taken the world's longest nap without a care in the world, as if there was no war going on and as if you hadn’t just been in battle fighting! – fighting? A sharp pain coiled through your head as you began to remember, your hands holding your head. 

You and the 12th company had engaged in active combat with the Millelith from Liyue. While your company was large and vastly experienced, the Millelith had the high ground in terms of landscape and your soldiers stood no chance. But nonetheless, you remembered pushing forward with your company even if the odds had been decided. You and your soldiers had taken quite a bit of ground before you felt the familiar feeling of the hollowing ache.

You had been pierced in the side of your waist by… who had stabbed you? All you can remember is a polearm… and a mask… a… Yaksha. The realisation hit you then. 

General Alatus.

The one who had taken you down was him. You shook the memory from your mind before peering down and pulling the clean shirt that you wore up to where your wound should have been, but all that remained was a large scar. You traced a hand over it, feeling a small phantom pain as you admired it.

You pulled your shirt back down. How long had it been since the battle? A wound such as the one you had would have taken weeks to properly heal. Has it been that long since you had gone out? You pushed the blankets away from yourself and looked over the rest of your body. You had lost most – if not all of the muscle you had before, you even looked slightly malnourished in your eyes.

You slowly turned to the side, your legs dangling off the edge. It’s not that you were short… you were quite tall but the bed had been lifted a long time ago for Capitano to comfortably get in and out of.

Where was he? Now that you thought of it. You slowly stood up, taking time to get used to standing again, it felt quite dizzying to be moving again after who knows how long… You looked around the room once again, the only sound coming from the fireplace. The floor slightly creaked as you made your way to the red chaise lounge, kneeling on it as you placed a hand on the window that overlooked the forest that you so intimately remember.

You let out a steady breath, the window fogging up in return and a small smile graced your lips at the reaction and watched as snow continued to fall and heavily blanketed the estate outside, too engrossed in watching even that you had not heard the bedroom door creak open.

“Flame…”

The deep voice from behind startled you, causing you to turn toward its direction before you relaxed as you realised who it belonged to. Capitano stood in between the doorway, not moving a muscle as he watched you, his helm still on.

A smile crossed your face as you took him in with your eyes, it relaxed you to know you were allowed to see your husband again since your last reunion had seemed like the last you’d ever get.

Just as you were about to speak and take a step towards him, Capitano stalked towards you,, his hands clad in armour found your shoulders, squeezing them a tad to make sure you couldn’t move, like he thought this was a dream and you’d simply vanish. He peered down at you, his breath hot and heavy as he took you in.

“Capitano…”

As soon as you spoke his name, the large giant crashed to his knees in front of you, his hands grabbing onto your pants. It was most definitely a surprise to you nonetheless to see the man you loved kneeling down in front of you. His grip tightened around you to make sure you couldn’t leave. 

“Oh, love…” your heart broke as you looked at him, your hands trailing underneath his helm and finding their place on his ice cold cheeks, your thumbs gently rubbing beneath his eyes. You frowned onced you noticed the slight shaking that came from him. “Dear… tell me what is wrong.” You said gently.

To Capitano, it seemed as if his prayers were answered by the Tsaritsa herself, even though he did not pray, he would do so on your behalf if it had meant you’d wake up one day – and you had.

“I thought… I had lost you Dove.” You looked at him with widened eyes. 

“No, I am right here husband. I-” You words fell through as you listened to him continue.

“First I thought it’d be because of how much blood you had lost from your wounds, but then… you fell asleep… and didn't wake up.” You lowered yourself on the red chaise, listening to him as he spoke.

“Everyday… I hoped and I prayed for you to wake! But you didn’t!” His voice raised in volume, but not at you – never at you. He had just been so frustrated with being so useless to help you wake sooner. Your eyes began to gloss over as tears threatened to fall from our eyes.

“I-I am sorry, husband. I did not mean too.” Your voice shook with heavy emotion, your hands holding onto his cheeks just a little tighter. “I am here now though, you need not worry any longer. I have only been out for a few weeks at most and here I am, back in your arms.” You spoke softly even though tears lined up under your eyes, ready to spill but didn’t.

“A few weeks?... No dove…” Capitano slowly released you from his grasp, sliding his helm off and placing it on the floor before his attention was back on you. You breathed a sigh of relief as you looked over your husband's rugged and handsome face, it had been awhile since you even saw it, perhaps even just before the war began. 

You admired his face, running your hands all over it because of how dearly you had missed it – him. He leaned into every touch you gave him, leaning in closer so there was no more space between the two of you.

The two of you stared at each other for quite a while, basking in each other's presence because who knows how long it had been since the two of you were last like this – looking at each other, being together.

The deep and intense kiss between the two of you was no surprise either, it was rough and desperate but neither of you mind. He tasted and smelt the same as ever – dewy moss in the woodlands surrounding the estate, with a hint of cigars and sweat lingering. For him, you tasted as you always have, the refreshing and relaxing scent of carnations lapped over his lips and nose.

Oh how he had missed this… how he had missed you.

When the two of you pulled away from each other, it felt as if you two had finally become one again after so long.

Capitano placed a hand on a cheek of yours and you immediately melted into his touch. Neither of you spoke for a minute, just enjoying the moment.

Till he told you,

Just how long it had been since you slept.

“It has been eight months since you have slept my dear.”

In that instant, it felt as if the blade had pierced you anew.

You looked at your husband with wide eyes… and the tears began to uncontrollably fall.

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[thescribeoflostmemories]

Random oneshots Fatui Harbingers

4k word count

Fatui Harbingers x gn!reader

(Yes all, but in separate forms) (unedited) (reader is an adult)

No yandere well uh… Dottore and Signora's questionable, but other than that it's all just fluff!

Various readers like;

cook! Reader, secretary! Reader, dancer! Reader, ect.

Spoilers for Scaramouche's part (hints at his origins)

Platonic or at least I tried to make it like that. And yes, these are heavily inspired by other media. (ps. I did this instead of studying for my economics class. RIP my grades, bes)

T: swear words, implied relationship (Capitano)

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Childe x Toymaker! Reader

“What do you mean you broke it?!”

Your patience is wearing thin as it is the nth time this year that the strange Snezhnayan man had ordered from your little shop. You’re a bit peeved that he kept breaking the toys as if it weren’t any big deal, you’ve poured your heart and soul into this damn it! Eying the piece of cloth in hand and a needle in the other. Was all your work just a waste?

The ginger haired scratches his head. “ Look I’m sorry, doll. But can you atleast cut me some slack? I’ll quadruple the pay for the next one!” He clasps his hands together, hoping you’ll say yes.

“Childe, I’m a person. Not some machine.”Sighing as the incense that’s supposed to make you feel calm fails to do its purpose.

“I know that! Just please, just this once. My little brother is expecting a gift.. PLEASE!” He sat next to you while you just kept sewing.

“If my craft is too flimsy for you, go find someone else then!” Feels like he just stomped over your heart.

They were like your children, and he knows it. Tears pricked, threatening to fall. Each toy made by you was given names, you even remembered who you sold it to. One of the reasons why you sold some to Childe is because of his close ties to another frequent customer.

“I can’t, because I love what you made for them.” That made you stop with your stitching. Right now he's next to you, head on the wooden floor in a child's pose.

"Childe… "That earned a sigh from you. "On one condition… " a wave of relief washed over him. " A week from now, I need you to do something for me."

And that's how Childe had skipped a few work days at the Northland Bank to get a very specific plant. A flower that blooms in a very perilous location.

Meanwhile, you were actually trying to make a very indestructible toy fit for Childe's brother. The wind chimes sang a song before going silent.

When he came back the toy was nearly complete. It looks so odd yet wonderous to look at, a rifthound mannequin. It even looked real given the size of it.

You were nowhere to be seen, but a letter on your usual spot. With the words to greet him, telling him that it's nearly done. All he needs is to apply the paint to the mannequin.

Not wanting to talk to him about the pay, but the smile on his face is well enough of a reward.

Childe couldn't thank you enough for making Teucer happy. Happiness is better shared with close friends and comrades.

"You're the best Toy Maker I've ever known… "

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Pantalone x Cook! Reader

"You're always welcomed here."

The Regrator has been sneaking out without his personal guards as of late. He misses the old, shabby, shack that would give him meals whenever he asked back then. Until now the money would pale in comparison to what your family owned diner has done for him. People would chastise for eating something so below his class, though. Even he couldn’t resist the urge to eat a meal made with love and nostalgia.

Before he was given some food, clothes and what could be spared for him before. And now he's tempted to buy out the shop to constantly give cash flow for your family, though it was denied by your father. Saying his sincere thanks and to visit whenever he can, casual talk sometimes is sufficient. Out of respect, he backed off, stating that his offer is still available and that all they need to do is tell him.

Pantalone often wondered if he should propose a job offer to one shop owner's children. That way, he could at least help out. Or another plan is to have your hand, the second oldest for marriage, he didn't mind the scandalous thought of other people for marrying a pauper. In fact he revels in it while showering you (and the family) with expensive gifts that feels like loose change to him. The fruits of his labor along with your family's support.

Ah, but he must be patient.. he must wait for the moment then strike… for now.

"The usual, please." He said as he sat down on the creaky chair.

"Mister Pantalone!” Your head peeked from the small window, that smile that shines brighter than the sun reflecting from the pure white snow. “Welcome, it'll be up in a few moments. I'm nearly finished! " Your voice rang out from the thin wood partition. The scent of something so warm, enticing him to stay longer than he should.

" Take your time, darling."

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Arlecchino x flirty! Reader

“Waltz for the moon, darling”

The Tsaritsa is a humble Archon, and annually she holds a gathering. ‘For what?’ you may ask, Arlecchino isn’t sure of the reason. Something, something of a mythos that sprouted long ago that ties in with the benevolent Frost protector.

The night was long. Columbina didn’t seem to stray away from the piano. The first Harbinger had fled to the balcony. The unhinged Doctor talking to the Regrator for more funds for the latest research. Sandrone minding her own business like the silent but ominous dark guardian at the corner of the room.

A star rained down when the odd eyed woman looked up and managed to catch the sight of you. Cheekily, you smiled at her before walking over. “Greetings Lord Harbinger Arlecchino.” Bowing to her, the smile never left your face. It somewhat disgusts her.

The Knave didn’t know what happened, it was like some kind of spell that was placed upon her. All she knew was having a casual talk then suddenly being dragged to the dance floor with you as the lead. It was humiliating that you both bumped into someone. It was a very rough start, stepping on each other’s feet. Everytime Arlecchino leaves, you bring her back to the dance floor. She didn’t think there’ll be anyone bold enough to do something like this without any ulterior motive.

Though soon enough, both of you were dancing in sync. No words were exchanged that night. Just twirls and before they knew it, Arlecchino got separated from you letting another person occupy her place.

Normally she’d scold you, but in a time and place like this. That has to wait, now even Columbina wants to dance with her.

“Maybe, a little dance here and there would be nice.”

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Columbina x Nomad(like)! Reader

"Juxtaposition is not quite strange, that's for sure"

The Lady had found your performance unique ever since you arrived at Snezhnaya. So resilient to the harsh cold while having such … indecent clothing that you kept on dancing with your traveling friends that played their expertise in music.

As a matter of fact, you pulled her from the side and let her dance with you among the other civilians. Praising her how well she danced to life's music.

The cheeriness isn't what made you intriguing, but the ominous music that rang in the dead of night. Your voice sang dark and fiery whispers of hollowed promises, followed by cackling laughter from your piss drunk friends.

She had come back, after you accidentally forgot one of your belongings to her. She never felt this excited for a new yet familiar face of a friend.

'Dance and die, and live forever!' the darker side of yours sparked within her. From then on, she couldn't help but watch from the sidelines watching your every move.

Like she's seeing a ritual happening before her eyes. Your gentle and loving look now replaced with passionate and fearsome sword dance, in hand is an ornamental sword, moving swift and clean could end a life of a helpless thing.

It later on became a piqued interest, most Harbingers would frown upon her odd fixation to the visiting troupe.

It didn't go unnoticed. However, your group had already left before she could ask you any questions about your kin.

Whenever she's alone, she would try to mimic your moves that night. It felt so wrong yet so good, the flair influences her battle style. Not that anyone would have known other than Arlecchino and Pierro.

She'll hum that haunting tune you sang that a few others seem to like. The gory song that contextualizes a fall of a kingdom. Though what they didn't know is that it's from another person who made the lyrics, shocking to most since she sings almost lullaby-like melodies. Hoping to one day meet you and your troupe.

"Shadows dream of endless fire// flames devour and embers swooped//"

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Sandrone x Servant! Robo! Reader

"To my every beck and call"

You were one of her latest models in her line of research. The pinnacle of all her work, yet has been reduced to such mundane tasks for your Master puppeteer.

Serving her drinks, fetching her clothes, bathe her (or with her), do her hair… well you get it, though it all depends on her mood that day. You have nearly every function a person needs, from herbal knowledge to basically everything under the sun.

No doubt, you are a successful innovation from the rest of Foutaine and the regular machinery.

"My lady, Harbinger Sandrone… Your tea is getting cold." Your voice reminded your mistress of her long forgotten tea.

"Leave it.. come here. I need something of you… "

If it isn't a domestic task, she'll probably ask you to hunt something for her. It's a little objective to see how long you could last out in the cold winters. Didn't last too long since you kept waking up on her workbench. Sandrone told you, you were still in the making and needed to be fixed as long there's errors with you.

Whispers from various Fatui agents can be heard surrounding your mistress, rumors of you going to be replaced by a newer model. It stunted your performance once you heard it, afterall it was inevitable given that your mistress might discard you and make a brand new one; stronger, faster, a better you.

She'd shush your worries by making you feel more welcomed, participating in her testing in various research. If she were a slightly different master then you aren't sure what would happen. Either way, you love your mistress from the very bottom of your robotic heart. Didn't even care how degrading the task is. That's how deep your devotion goes.

"Snowball, I need your help again."

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Capitano x reader

" On par of a warrior's blood"

Capitano may not have enough time for you, but he does appreciate you trying to do these little things for him. Like bringing him some beverages, snacks between his training sessions. Especially when you tried so hard to make it for him, he won't decline it.

Little cuddles under his coat, it delights him. Even though he does not show it, low hums would be enough to tell that he likes you having close to him.

What gets him going is you snuggling with him in bed, mumbling about how big and strong he is. A way to stroke his ego, especially with a cute little lamb like you to protect.

"What snacks do you want for tomorrow? Oranges in chocolate? Cookies? Or maybe.. me?" You tried to tease him, though not getting a reaction from him, at least not from the outside.

Within the safety of his helmet lies a very embarrassed man. "As long as you made it, I don't mind.."

That made you pout at him." But that's what you've said last time.. " pressing up against him a bit more.

" I need to know what you think.. don't worry, I can wait. " Trying to assure him.

" I hope you'll still be patient as time marches on then.. " He combed his gloves fingers in your hair, slightly tugging it.

"I will… hope you'll do the same for me." Not even the flames of Natlan could match the warmth of their hugs.

Capitano really likes to be close to you, but with the work on his shoulders and guiding the military. He has a hard time juggling the fickle schedule he has.

"I have some spare time tomorrow. Do you know how to play chess?"

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Pierro x Massage therapist! Reader

"Welcome, how may I serve you?"

When he first heard about you, it was in the guise of a suggestion. The Regrator himself that sings your praises for your hands that could melt stress away. There are others who call you the mage with Solar gauntlet with how warm your hands are.

He was skeptical since the rich man deemed it 'necessary' for the old man like him to 'take a chill pill' for once. Ignoring their advice until Pantalone had to set up an appointment for the Jester with the help of Pulcinella to lure the poor fool into the spa.

You remembered the first time he entered the humble establishment in Snezhnaya.

Face all scrunched up and wanted to leave, yet his subordinates stopped him from going. And there's you with a few other of your co-workers.

Pierro, of course, is placed in your care. Much to Pantalone's distaste, since he is your number one customer. He's a bit picky when it comes to self-care.

The battle scarred and hardened body seemed to melt under your touch as he began to unwind himself. Seeing that satisfied smile, big hands grip on to the table and eye fluttering shut could melt your heart.

"Sir, please relax. This is a safe place."

After that encounter with the first Harbinger's relaxation. Pantalone finds you, his favorite employee booked by someone else who isn't him and you aren't allowed to share the client's details with him. As much as it irked him, he can't go get himself blacklisted.

You kinda like this new customer. Sure, he doesn't talk as much but he does have a cute sleepy face. Only you could see the vulnerable side of the Jester and live. Knowingly he comes here often to relieve stress in his words;

"Another appointment, sir?"

"Yes, though my subordinates kept insisting I should come here even without them."

You just smiled at him and processed the unearned income.

"It shall be done, sir. Thank you again for choosing us." You bowed

…

"Sir, you seemed to be tense. Please, relax and let me do the work."

"Mm… a little bit more on the right…"

"Of course, Sir."

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Dottore x Reader

" You're the best doctor I've ever had!"

You aren't sure if the one with you right now is the doctor himself but, both of you right now are together in a meeting room. His head on your lap while proofreading his latest thesis statement before going to the next one. It was one of the few times where he doesn't even want to work with the others, like the clones or Harbingers.

The younger versions would be such little gremlins and practically begged you to spend some time with them since they're so tired of everyone's BS and the Scientific investigation projects were practically endless for the little clones. They'll often drag your sorry little ass to the couch and cuddle with you.

While the older versions would just lead you to the couch with a hug from the back if you two were alone. It would be troublesome if someone were to see him in this state, especially Pantalone.

Promising you a little rest time for working so hard under the Tsaritsa's rule and 'acting' as your 'friend' just to get that same treatment as the clone who started the mess.

He never felt so placid before, he'd often request you as often as possible. Though you do notice the glaring difference between the younger and older versions of himself. But the battle that happened behind the scenes is… less than mature, the walls and ceilings of his lab were baptized in blood, it's unclear whether or not it's from the clones stabbing each other or them tossing their patients' innards at one another. (Kinda like a snowball/food fight if you think about it/ want to ignore all the blood and gore.) All for the few hours of calmness and the sound of you singing in their ear, just for them.

The Prime Dottore got pissed once the most reliable clone told him that he has to ship his ass back to Snezhnaya to quell the fight. So of course he has this rotational schedule for all of them, including himself to see what all the fuss is about. (The younger ones booed since they're in the latter part of the rotation)

Bonus: if you're lucky enough, maybe one of the clones or Dottore would probably sing something in french while you just comb his hair, humming along. If it's a clone, most likely wants to have a special memory with you alone before his decommissioning, so sweet yet so bitter. Him singing a soft tune that he made up for you while he waits for his turn. Your hands give him some care, like combing with a brush or cleaning his ears.

"C'est ça, l'Amour, Le grand Amour L'Amour qui fait chanter la vie."

"Doc, since when have you brushed your hair?" Or " Zan, Zan, don't sleep with your mask on… "

“Am I the Doctor here or you are?”

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Scara x Poet! Reader

" Too bad no fools allowed! "

Listening to you telling stories has always been his favorite pastime whenever he's alone.

Money is usually a problem for you, though it's fine the passion you hold in your profession burns brighter than any vision holder. Still, no vision to be seen. Perhaps there is no need of a vision to embody the dedication, or the Gods deemed you unworthy to hold it. Nevertheless, you seemed a lot happier even without it.

This time you were in Liyue, telling stories of forgotten myths and legends that transpired so far away into the past.

"I don't want to die… " A weak cry left your voice, a tear escaped from your eye. Scaramouche felt a ting from his chest, when your hand outstretched for Celestia above.

"The maiden's love didn't rely on selfish reasoning, nor did she ask for something in return, doing everything in her power to protect her beloved… and what could never be her's. A denied privilege that haunts her very core! "

'What a fool', is what the tossed puppet would want to say. He had a similar experience with the saga's protagonist.

"With a cup of blood in hand, our knight in shining armor excelled in all expectations. And yet… " you spun around a bit, facing the audience, with a hand next to your lips as if to whisper to your ghostly partner that is the chivalrous protagonist.

" ' You're not my sister! They laughed, You're not my daughter! He scorned, you're not perfect! They screeched.' Indeed she wasn't. Playing pretend became the latest trend, as bit by bit she clung to the hollowed promise that somehow… someday… Within the gaping pits of dirt and sea, she will find salvation!"

That's what Scaramouche wanted to believe, a sliver of chance to happiness…

It's only a little fantasy of his, but he will find his own redemption soon even if he has to stare at the face of the abyss itself until it blinks.

" 'No cost too great.' " Finally something he, and your character agree on. The road to hell is a treacherous one, but Scaramouche had a few things over your character: his bravery in the facade of madness, is one of them.

"Psh, give this to that wretched troubadour just to shut that mouth for this week. Their style is shit, even I could do better."

Even he wouldn't want to admit the love he has for your style of legends.

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Pulcinella x Secretary! Reader (platonic)

"With all due respect, I'm just an assistant. Not a child."

Being Mayor, it gets pretty lonely sometimes. But that's why you're here, his secretary! The job description didn't actually include hanging out with him out of work. But here you are, almost acting like the mature child in his family who thinks that everything needs to be taken seriously.

"Mayor, you have an appointment later at three this afternoon."

" Hohoho, to rush things could only worsen things, Little one."

Or

" Sir, it's not professional of me to accept this gift."

"Nonsense! You've been with me for the last, how many years? And I still have to thank you for your unyielding patience. "

Or even…

" Sir… Sir… S I R, this is no time to pick out children's toys for Lord Harbinger Tartaglia's siblings, we could do it after the meeting. Lord Harbinger Jester would be furious with us when we meet him again out of schedule."

" You worry too much, little one. With the hounds of Snezhnaya, we'll be there in a jiffy."

That's what he said last time, you both were late at the meeting.

Then there’s that one time,

“Mayor, what do you mean ‘we’ have to cancel all appointments for this afternoon? Oh no, no, no, no. Sir, I appreciate your concerns but my love life is my own business and not to be mingled with our work!”

“Oh but, Targtaglia is such a nice boy, just a little rough around the edges. This once, you won’t regret it.”

You fucking swear, that this Igor lookin ass rooster knows what buttons to press and would love to see you pull out your hair for you to keep your shit together. The only thing keeping you grounded is that he's your boss and a Harbinger, the highest socialite in Snezhnaya. The choke-hold he has, no matter how short he is compared to you.

Looking at your state right now, you're developing some strands of white hair from all the stress that comes with the job.

He hands you a cup of (preference) with a smile, "it's not so bad to unwind a bit. Drink up, you'll feel better."

You don’t want to admit as much as he did, but you do find these moments rather endearing after a certain point.

“See? Now, that wasn’t so bad.”

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La Signora x (?)Reader

"You only got three chances in life."

During one of her strolls, the pale lady finds herself quite the situation. You are in a bear trap, calf all bloodied and peirced.

Tear stained face looked up at Signora, not one word spoken but a weak whine..

She had freed you from your doom. what she had on her, sunken look, that heavy breathing, so pitiful.

A once malnourished person who had been running for days can see their face. She let you go, on your own to survive.

The next time she met you was at Mondstadt, tied to a tree this time. With her fanning herself using a lacy fan. Her lackies near her, unfortunately caught by them since you were nearby scavenging.

"What's a sweet little pooch like you doing here?

Your nose flared at her remark. On guard, with no weapons. Seeing no threat in her since she had released you from that trap.

"Cat caught your tongue?" The crimson witch walked near to examine you up close and personal. You were healthier than the last time.

"I see you're recovering well. That's good." Wordlessly she gestured to the agents to release you, for a little battle of dominance. You're no stranger to this dance as you circle around her, you may owe your life to this stranger. But it isn't worth it in a predicament like this.

La Signora huffs and when to use her whip to put some fear into you, only have you caught that salt soaked tassel of leather from reaching you. Mistakes were made that she swore to not make another one after you were recaptured.

This time instead of flimsy ropes. You were chained to her like a dog, always growling and snarling at her similarly to a rift hound. Yet never would harm her.

Mouth caged so you wouldn't even dare to bite her.

"What a pooch." Signora mumbled under her breath. Not once did you talk, she had assumed you were unknowledgeable by any means.

That falls in her next mistake, showing some mercy with you. She once had given you pails of water to quench your thirst without the mouth restraint. Didn't even fight back, she had presumed you were in dire need of intake. That soon followed meals… then less restraints. Until her mind swayed, you're harmless to her.

When a sudden attack happened during her stay in a certain nation. A planned assassination got put into action, it would have been successful if it weren't for you taking the hit in her stead.

The image of you writhing in pain from the electro damage stung, similar to being fried from the inside. She thought you were a fool for helping her stay alive. Nonetheless, the assassin was dealt with. You? Well be worried about that later.

"... Haha… Am I in celestia or is the moon closer than I realized?" You tried to joke the moment you woke up, head on her lap. And it was the first time you made an actual sentence with her.

"You little brat, you gave me a scare there." Only a huff was heard from you.

" Good then… "

Her final mistake… well…

" Can't believe a pooch like you manage to worm your way here… "

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Yeah, I'll definitely edit out heavily on Signora's part

[casinodove]

⁺‧₊ CUPIDITY ─ y!Capitano .

IN WHICH, his lack of control over his cupidity was certainly visible whenever he was with them.

─ sfw , cws for general yandere themes , capitano being deranged , mild dumbification , power imbalance , talks of "owning" someone , misuse of power , somewhat mild violence , toxic relationships , helplessness , slight sadism , mentions of blood n cutting someone's throat , forced marriage

gn!reader ft. they/them prns , 2nd person pov , y!capitano x reader

─ side notes , you've already heard of gentle and caring yandere capitano now get ready for rough, sadist, deranged and bloodthirsty yandere capitano, bought to you by yours truly. Also new layout wow. Not proofread surprisingly

CUPIDITY , (n.) Greed, strong desire

─LOVE CONFESSIONS WERE ALWAYS DESCRIBED AS EUPHORIC, ROMANTIC AND PASSIONATE IN ALL THE BOOKS YOU HAD READ.

It wasn't that huge of a surprise to you when his love confession was nothing like that, you had already picked up on his odd behavior from months prior to it.

However, calling it pleasant, nice, or romantic in any shape or form would be a stretch, for those were certainly the only emotions you didn't feel during the moment. It was empty of all passion, the euphoria was there yet it was there for a bad reason.

─ THE SWORD GRAZED AT YOUR SKIN, CUTTING ONE THIN LINE THAT TRAVELED DOWN FROM YOUR JAWLINE TO YOUR NECK

Although the cut itself wasn't that deep, it was deep enough to draw blood. The fresh wound on the sensitive skin of your neck began to sting as blood dripped down onto your shirt.

─ "Say it"

He commanded, pressing the swords sharp tip a tiny bit further into the flesh of your neck, inching closer towards you.

Your breath hitched and one painful lump manifested itself into your throat, saying what he wanted to hear was certainly getting harder by the second considering that he'd only need to push the sword into your flesh a little more to separate your neck into two pieces.

Swallowing hard, you gathered whatever crumb of courage was left within you and tried to mentally prepare yourself before finally speaking up.

─ "Please put the sword away, my Lord."

Your voice sounded way louder than it should've within his cold study room, which sent you into some slight panic since you didn't want to anger him by being too "demanding"

Despite your pathetic plea, he only twisted the sword ever so slightly, his dark helmet boring through you.

It was clear from his lack of speech that his previous demand stood and that perhaps the only way he'd remove the blade from your flesh would be if he was satisfied with the love confession that he knew you'd eventually make.

─ HIS HELMET STARED BLANKLY AT YOU, LIKE A BLOODTHIRSTY PREDATOR STARED AT ITS PREY MOMENTS BEFORE DEVOURING IT IN A FIT OF BLOODLUST.

It would be helpful for your escape if you weren't pressed up against a wall and well, his sword however escape wasn't what you were planning for the moment, for what currently mattered right now was to get out of this situation with your throat intact.

Taking one last, quick scan of your surroundings you closed your eyes and took one deep breath, bracing yourself mentally and clinging onto the last bits of dignity left in you before he devoured that too.

Putting on your best innocent facade, softening your gaze and looking at his helmet in order to give an illusion of submission you let the lies words spill out from your mouth.

─ "it is true my Lord, that I too have loved you for long. I have loved you for many moons and yet I was fearful of admitting it. I feared rejection, for I didn't desire to be humiliated in such a way. My feelings are nothing but sincere for you, my Lord, and, it is beyond any shadow of a doubt, I'd truly like to spend the rest of my days by your side if you would allow me to."

He tilted his head slightly, searching within your facade eyes for any trace of a lie, yet instead of slicing your neck the sharpened blade traveled to your chin and raised it ever so slightly.

─ "We both know you better not be lying, dove. You are already aware of the consequences lying to your lover and Lord brings, no?"

Nodding your head the best way you could without cutting yourself on his sword you never dropped the act once.

─ "Ofcourse, I.. wouldn't lie to you, my Lord."

You struggled forcing the innocent tone out of your throat the best way you could, fully knowing it was one poor attempt at pleasing his intensifying cupidity.

It truly astonished you how the previous few minutes he was ranting about how much he loved you, about how much he required you to continue living, and then a minute after he was done with that, the blade that was previously barely touching you was threatening to slice your throat as he demanded you to confess your neverending love back to him.

However, even without the sword, there was nothing else you could do but "confess" your totally existing love for him, for he was an almighty harbinger and you were a low ranking fatuu, he could destroy you in more ways than one just considering that.

Yet, you couldn't say you really enjoyed this extra attention from your superior, it truly brought chills down your spine whenever he'd coo things at you as if you were too dumb to understand his big words otherwise. You knew he was wrongly using his power to get what he wanted from you, matter of fact he had done it so many times, yet nobody really cared. Nobody cared about when you were forced into going out with him or forced into helping him on missions, nor when you were working overtime with him and spending multiple sleepless nights due to having to help his lordship.

Simply because he, was a harbinger, a high ranking one at that, and you, were merely a nobody compared to him. And goodness, did he make sure to drill that into your head every chance he got.

─ "Well then, I shall believe you and allow you to spend your days alongside me. Betrayal and disloyalty will not be tolerated any longer from this point on."

He put the sword away, and with one swift move his gloved hand slid the lavish ring onto your finger, the ring felt heavy on your finger not due to it being made out of pure gold nor due to the previous gems adorning it but due to the burden that you now had to forever carry with you by being his lawful partner.

For you knew, the ring was but another mark of clear ownership, and it was that very ownership you desperately wanted to get rid of.

im litteraly going feral over this man rn I can't even

─ casinodove , 22.01.23 .

do not copy, translate nor rewrite any of my works without explicit permission from me !

[gojoidyll]

rest | capitano x female!reader

Y/n was a hard worker. You could ask her to do something, and she would already be on it.

She was very reliable. Always reliable. Is reliable.

Capitano hated that about her.

Because it meant that she was a pushover. She did anything and everything she was told to do. Jobs, commissions, paperwork, reports.

To him, she was overworked.

She was always tired. Had dark circles underneath her eyes. And always seemed to be on the verge of collapse before pushing herself up and continuing onward.

She seemed so fragile in those moments. A part of him always wanted to reach out and hold her. Tell her that it was alright to rest.

And that's exactly what he did one night. Granted, to everyone else, it looked like he was kidnapping her, but he wasn't-

Ok, maybe he was stealing her away to sleep for a bit. But it wasn't kidnapping. Couldn't be!

"Capitano! Put me down!"

After a lot of struggling, kicking, and whining, he managed to get back to their shared home. His boots immediately got kicked off on the mat, so he wouldn't track snow in. Then he wrestled her shoes off as well despite she being hoisted over his shoulder still.

"Capiiitaaaanooooo!"

He ignored her and headed to their shared bedroom, and before she could utter anything else, he plopped her down onto the bed as carefully as he could.

"Rest."

"But-"

"Rest."

She glared at him, but it was hard to intimidate a harbinger of Capitano's caliber.

"I really need to finish my reports today."

She tried to snoud angry and make her pleas sound urgent.

"You mean the reports your colleagues forced upon you?"

"Well, i-"

"Just as I thought. Your colleagues will be taking care of their own work. You, on the other hand, have a day off."

He grabbed the blanket that was lying on the bed and threw it over her.

"You will stay."

"But-"

"Stay."

Grumbling to herself, she fell back into the pillows. Her eyes watching as he left their room and switched off the lights.

If Capitano was one thing, then it definitely wouldn't be his expressive words of love and comfort.

However ... he did know how to show that he cared.

[onirique-amaranth]

⎮Behind the Mask⎮

⏤ Characters: Capitano⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: sub! Capitano, top! male reader, description of scars and injuries, bondage (use of rope), long ass tongue, thigh riding, mention of overstimulation

⏤ 6.300 words

The sky was already dark when you came back with your comrades, two of them were injured but the rest of you were fine. One of the mages was attacked by a ruin guardian, and one agent got injured by a certain traveller. But before you could defend your subordinates, he ran away with a strange look; you promise yourself that you won't forget his face. On the way back, you remembered that n°11 talked about someone similar physically, and because of this, you would be forced to make a report about what happened. Sometimes, you regret being a high-ranked agent.

The large building was standing in front of you, tall and intimidating. As you pushed the big double doors open, the cold walls of the building give you an almost warm welcome, telling you that you were home and safe. You shake your long black coat a bit, letting the leftover snow falls on the ground, suddenly feeling much lighter than earlier, sighing in contentment. Compared to most of the Harbingers, that wore white coats and black clothes, as a high-ranked agent you were wearing the opposite, black coat and white clothes. It was made for the subordinates to recognize each rank and know who they needed to greet or not, as they would only wear classic clothes themselves.

Sensing how everyone was tired, you order your comrades to have a rest now, as you were needed somewhere the next day. You watch them leave with a grateful smile and a nod, greeting their friends who were waiting for them or just directly going to their shared room. You replace your mask correctly with a sigh, heading to your room in silence, only greetings some familiar agents who recognized you.

Despite not being a Harbinger, you were well-known within the organization and fairly respected. You haven't been here for long, but managed to prove yourself rather quickly, and you did not regret the sacrifice you made to achieve this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you groan at the sudden sparkle of pain you feel in your arm, cursing under your breath as your white sleeve was turning red, knowing you needed to go see a certain doctor. With gritted teeth, you grip the wound to prevent more blood from flowing out as you take another corridor.

You walk until you find yourself in front of a cold metallic door, the sounds of metal clinking and slamming against a table made your ears hurt. You were envious of your agents being stitched up by normal nurses, while you and the other high-ranked along with the Harbingers were being treated by The Doctor. You knock at the door softly, waiting for the horrible sounds to stop before opening it, and you're immediately greeted by the glacial glare of this crazy guy. Before he could ask why you were here, you just raise your left arm showing off the bloody sleeve.

As you came here once or twice before, you were used to him and so, you just plop down on the free table, rolling up your sleeve in silence, too lazy to even think about pissing off Dottore. Thankfully, he would always leave a free table for his patient to sit down at, since nobody wanted to sit next to a corpse. The smell of blood was almost disgusting in this room, despite being used to it most of the time with how many people you took care of. Talking about disgusting things, an arm with rotting skin catches your attention, being placed on the other table beside you, the skin turned purple, and you could almost see some parasites crawling inside of it. As you were looking away, you shudder suddenly at the thing in your peripheral vision and crush the larva that was coming your way, leaving a splash and trail of blood behind. This guy really needs to clean his lab.

You hear Dottore chuckle, making fun of your reaction, and you send him a disgusted look while he was wheezing uncontrollably. That was it, until he feels something on his arm, another larva, and this time he wasn't laughing anymore. You snort at the look on his face and his glare was daring you to say something, so, you just send him an amused smile. You could feel the annoyance under his mask, only thanking him quietly as he starts to treat the wound and stitch the clean cut after a moment of silence. You are surprised when he doesn't grip your arm tightly like usual, just holding it up without putting you in an uncomfortable position. And you feel like passing out from shock when he questions how you got this cut almost being friendly, not knowing how to reply as the man rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction.

You more or less make small talk, and you learn a bit more about the current Harbingers, as the Doctor was complaining about some of them, you hear about someone that seemed a bit familiar, too familiar. You don't recognize the name itself but this “Capitano” description seemed really similar to one of your old friends that you lost contact with. And that's when the Doc mentions the helmet he is wearing, exactly the same as the one you made for your friend years ago, and you understand immediately who he is.

Quickly Dottore finished stitching up your wounds, and you left the laboratory shortly after, still thinking about the conversation you just had. You couldn't believe that one of the Harbingers could be an old friend of yours, someone that you have been close to before, really close to. You were both around the same age, and you spend years together, as teens and as adults. But you weren't only friends, years passed, and you started to get attracted to him as he started to think about you too, and you end up having a quite special relationship. You were still unsure if it was love or a simple physical attraction, but it did change the way you were perceiving the other.

Unfortunately, you got an offer for a job in Inazuma and you couldn't refuse, so you were forced to leave the country quickly. Sadly, you didn't manage to get a hold of your friend before leaving and so, you left a letter before taking a boat to Inazuma, excited to discover new things. Until now, you never heard of him again, leaving you disappointed but understanding why. Something inside you stirred awake, but you thought that it was better to stay away from him. You doubt he would be able to recognize you anyway, with all the new scars you gained and how you changed after the years, you weren't the same man as before. And there was no doubt that he really changed too, he wouldn't remember you anyway.

You finally reach the desired corridor, still lost in your thoughts, not really looking in front of you. You started to feel warm suddenly for no clear reason, perhaps it was the tiredness and blood loss making your body react, but it was burning up in a strange way. You stop in the middle of the corridor, feeling something or someone glaring straight up at you, and when you raised your head, you saw him.

He was as tall as before if not just a bit taller, as large as you, intimidating, and looking at you directly in the eyes. The helmet he was wearing, was the one that you made for him some years ago, some details were added at the top, but you could recognize your work with a simple glance. His long white coat looked heavy and was covering almost all of his body, nothing could help you confirm that it was him except for the helmet, but you knew. This feeling was too familiar to be mistaken, he was the one you missed for so long.

Your mind was screaming at you to go away, to continue walking as if you didn't know him, while your heart was beating erratically, old feelings coming back in full force. That's when you notice where he was standing, the all too familiar white door, your door. He was standing in between the door and you, making you unable to just walk away, or enter your room as if nothing happened. As you took a step back and his voice boomed against the walls instantly, your name being called without hesitation. You wanted to take another step back, but he looked ready to jump forward, ready to run after you without a second thought.

You stood there, looking at him as he looked right back at you. He was trembling a bit, it was almost unperceivable. If you didn't know better, you could think he was mad, shaking with rage, but he was not. Capitano was shocked, body tensed as the man he searched for everywhere for years and years, was standing in front of him calmly. The same beautiful man that he knew before, nothing changed about you, except for the scars adorning your skin, standing out with how light it was compared to your natural skin colour. He felt a sudden rage at your bloody sleeve and how tired you looked, a protective feeling coming back as he wanted to keep you close and well. His heart was beating quickly, his body heating up, and he just wanted to touch you. He needed to know if he wasn't hallucinating, if you were really here, with him. Not just his imagination playing with him and his heart again.

Your gaze never left him, and you both unconsciously stepped closer, almost drawn toward the other. You stood in front of each other, face to face, upper bodies touching as you stare at the black void of his mask, managing to discern his facial features. You can feel him grow soft as he observes you in silence, he raises his hand, his glove bringing a chill up your spine as he rubs your jaw gently, almost lovingly.

His hold on your face was strong, and you can't help but remember your last meeting, as you wrap your hand around his waist to bring him closer, sensing the surprise of Capitano as he gets a flashback on what happened more than 5 years ago. If he could, he would cry, but he kept himself from doing so, just enjoying the contact without a word. Compared to anybody else, he couldn't kiss you and so, ended up nuzzling his mask into your neck, his tongue appearing from the void to leave a wet mark on your skin.

You stood there for some minutes, bodies pressed together, the warmth from your embrace calming down the Harbinger and bringing back memories. Capitano let go as he motioned with a movement of his head to your door, but as you were going to head to the room, you hear some voices getting closer and closer. You both step back, standing 2 meters away from each other, and you watch Capitano leaving, ignoring the subordinates that were greeting you, and calling your name. You catch his disappointed gaze as he walked away, hands clenched as he was frustrated by the outcome of this meeting.

The next days, you were focused on working, and you got dumped on so many missions for you and your team that you had no break. Without knowing it, you kept missing Capitano by only some minutes or something kept you from meeting him every time. When he tried to talk to you the next day, you had already left your room 10 minutes before, the same night, you got another mission and were forced to sleep in a camp outside. When you passed by the other in the corridor, he was with another Harbinger while you were with some subordinates, making you unable to exchange any words.

And it has been the same for the next following days, you were annoyed and a bit frustrated while Capitano was really losing his patience. He just wanted to grab your arm whenever you were close and lead you away, so you could really talk. Because you perhaps forgot about him, lost your feelings, but he did not. He could never forget the one that made him this helmet, the one who helped him to continue to live and made him become who he was today. Despite his face, you stayed by his side, until that day when you left, leaving only a letter and that helmet behind.

Finally, after some days, you lost patience too, and when you got another mission, you left the room, asking for another high-ranked to be designed as the leader for the day instead of you. Your agents chuckled at your impatience, knowing what was happening, and didn't say anything about the way you disappeared through the door, not even waiting for an answer, exchanging knowing smiles. As you almost ran to your room, you saw him, waiting there. The atmosphere around him was tense as he almost punched the wall with frustration. He was ready to leave and as he turned around, walking forward, he saw you and stopped moving immediately.

And before you know it, Capitano moved quickly, heavy steps making so much noise while he gripped your hand, dragging you to your room, urging you to open it. And as you slammed the door closed behind you, he was pressing himself against you, tugging your coat off as he gripped your shoulders. You did not have the time to think before a long tongue entered your mouth and was sliding down your throat, making you unable to breathe as you choke on it.

You grabbed Capitano's neck, tightening your grip around it, forcing him to retract his tongue and let you inhale some air. He groaned and grasped your arm, holding it for support as he tries to push you against the wall. You were both acting as if it was a fight, gripping each other's throats, trying to pin the other's hands somewhere, grabbing clothes to tug the other forward, almost ripping the clothes. None wanted to give up on their control.

By the end of that match, Capitano was pinned against the wall, hands behind his back as you grabbed a small rope to tie them together. His long hair was dishevelled, his coat has been discarded, his tight top was almost ripped in two, and his belt was nowhere to be found. Despite the raging fight, he still managed to take off your coat and top, leaving your pants on and without any second thought, you kicked off your shoes, the man in front of you doing the same.

As you were going to get closer, that's when it hits you, his helmet. You freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do as you heard that nobody here ever saw Capitano without his helmet but then, he called out your name, telling you to take it off.

“If it's you… It's alright.”

You were the one who made it for him, you were the one that saw him without it years ago, and so, he trusted you. How surprising it was, especially coming from a Harbinger, and especially someone that was known for not paying attention to those weaker than him.

You looked at him, waiting for a nod before placing your hands on each side of the helmet, moving it forward and up slowly to make sure you would not hit his face. And then, you saw his scarred face, but especially his mouth again, that was unforgettable. The exposed white teeth and gums, the melting skin around the jaw, the abnormal long and almost slimy tongue, everything could belong to a horror story.

Capitano was looking at your eyes in silence, seeing every emotion dancing in your eyes, and that's when he remembered something that he said a long time ago, after you saw his face for the first time.

“I already shared… all the kisses I could ever give.”

What a monstrous price to not be able to die, but be given an irreparable skin. Each cut, small or big, could never disappear, staying on his body forever, haunting his mind. Capitano could feel the ragged torn flesh of his face burn under your gaze, as he was going to say something, you just moved forward, placing delicately your lips on the corner of what should be his lips.

He froze on the spot, his heart beating loudly in his chest, he was unable to process what just happened. The feeling of something soft pressing against his monstrous face, the understanding behind this action, he hides his face in your neck. Something cold and wet hits your skin as Capitano trembles in your hold. You stay there for some long minutes, just hugging him tightly as he refused to let go of you.

As he calmed down, he looked up, your face only centimetres away from his, your warm breath fanning over his mouth, sending a strange feeling on his flesh and exposed teeth. And with a chuckle, you did this action again, the one that warmed up his heart but also body, and the urge to have you again was burning inside his soul.

From one single glance, you both understood that you wanted the same thing, excitement made both of you shiver, bodies reacting to simple eye contact. With a smirk, you grabbed Capitano's arm, hands still tied behind his back and threw him onto the bed, watching him struggle to sit up. Standing in front of him, you take off your opera gloves, and your harness and unbuttoned your pants just in front of the lustful man.

Capitano licked his teeth as he was enjoying the almost strip tease, eyes darkening as his pants felt tighter by the second. His whole body tensed as he just wanted to get up, but your merciless glare stuck him in place. He felt hopeless, just being trapped by a predator when he was supposed to be the one leading. And finally, you stepped closer, his legs bounced with excitement, trembling with excitation as he needed anything you could give him.

Your hand held his jaw, raising his head as you offer him a mocking smile.

“Good job, you did not move, my dear.”

Capitano could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment, but something stirred awake in his stomach as he craved more. Your eyes light up at his desperate expression, moving to your closet to take out a black rope, playing with it in between your fingers as you send him a knowing smile. Without thinking, Capitano sat up correctly, straightening his back as he felt the rope holding his hands together falling on the bed, before being immediately replaced by this new one.

The black rope making stands out his tawny brown skin along with the lighter scars littering his body. Your gaze flittered from scar to scar, the dry and colder marks running like cracks on a statue, all over his gorgeous body. You wrapped the rope up to his shoulders, before moving to the front of his body, making his chest stand out, following the curves. And then, you made it hug his thighs and crotch just after taking off his pants and underwear. He looked amazing, and you can't help but let your hand graze his side, pressing some sensitive spots as he groaned in between his clenched teeth.

Without a word, you gripped his thighs, picking him up before sitting down on his previous spot and placing him on your lap. Capitano flinched at the position since it has been so long since he got touched or even been so close to someone. He was glad that it was you with him here. As you left kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking on some spots, you pressed three of your fingers against his tongue. The way it was wrapping around them, almost going to your wrist was hypnotizing. The strange sensation sent an odd feeling through your body, immediately thinking about what others things this tongue could do.

Your head moves lower, biting his chest, leaving bleeding marks and purple spots. Drool started to slide down your arms as you stop playing with his tongue, you let the tip of your fingers trail down the middle of his back, forcing him to unconsciously arch it under the cold but enjoyable sensation. The touch was so light and gentle that he had to hold back another shiver, unable to control his reactions completely. The way you were treating him sent his stomach fluttering, heat rolling down his entire body.

With your free hand, you moved his body so he was sitting on one of your thighs only, pushing his hips gently so he could start to hump your leg. His breath became ragged at the sudden spike of pleasure, jaw going slack as he starts to let out more noises, too sensitive to your touches. You would randomly tense your muscle, watching his hips jerk up as he could not even use his hands to find some kind of support. Capitano was only able to let his forehead rest on your shoulder while moving his hips at a fast pace. He was pushing his hips forward for another kind of contact, begging with his body, he needed your hand, he needed more.

The fast pace got even faster, drool falling onto your shoulder as he couldn't even think about closing his teeth or swallowing. He felt at your mercy, your dominance making his body shake under the excitation, especially when he was tied up and couldn't move an inch. Warm spread through Capitano's core, feeling the high coming until everything came to a halt suddenly.

A deep moan followed by soft pants filled the room, Capitano began to shake and squirm as your index entered him, slow and torturous, an obscene moan leaving his mouth at the sensation. His body swallowed it greedily, almost begging for the second and the third, surprising you in the process. And with a soft but strong grip, you made him move his hips again, leaving his twitching cock to rub against your skin, almost drenched in his precum now, while you play with his insides with your finger.

As you push another on in, you watch him arch his back, chest colliding against yours as he pants into your ear. His nails dug into his palms as he releases a shaky breath, body quivering and legs tensing as the pleasure brought him higher and higher. Despite the roughness of your movements, he felt his heart beat erratically as your mouth worshipped his body.

He was high on the pleasure and emotions he was feeling, the shivers your fingers send up his back. But your mouth warming up his body and heart, your kisses on his neck as your hair tickles his shoulder a bit. When you get back up to litter kisses all over his face, even pressing longer kisses on the parts he hated, ignoring the odd texture as you make him feel accepted. He never had someone worship his body before as if he was your everything, not only worshipping his body but also his soul and heart.

As you moved to his torso, he couldn't help but arch his back more, almost to the point it could hurt as he tries to get closer to you. As your hair tickles his body, his mouth almost forms a smile as his head roll back leaving you all access to his body. He could feel the rope dig into his skin, but the rough friction only heighten his sensitivity, making him slowly lose his mind.

And that's when the third finger slid in, and you watched with satisfaction his cock twitch at the stronger stimulation, long and fat fingers rubbing against his most sensitive spots. He could feel your fingertips brush past this special spot, and it made him see stars, he could cry when you don't press against it, soft moans escaping his mouth. He couldn't do it anymore, he was receiving stimulation on every part of his body except his cock, twitching uselessly, hoping to catch your attention. You speed up the pace, watching as a crumble on top of you, the strong Harbinger, this infamous fighter whining for you and your touch.

He would not let himself beg verbally, but you saw it in the way he was looking at you, how he moved his hips against your crotch while trying to get your fingers out of him. You let out a chuckle, thrusting them in one last time, pressing against his prostate as he chokes on a moan, throwing his head back as his thighs quivered. You just had the time to place your hand on his lower back so he doesn't fall backwards. You take them out with a sinful wet squelch, leaning back while still holding Capitano's hips to take some condoms from the drawer.

The man on your lap was getting impatient, annoyed, he dipped his head down, tongue lolling out to trace an invisible line on your neck before biting down harshly, sharp teeth breaking the skin. Capitano almost moaned at the taste of your blood, teeth and torn flesh covered in the red fluid as he licked the mark clean. As he was going to bite you again, you squeeze his ass listening to the groan he lets out, legs suddenly spreading wider when finally noticed that you ripped the condom wrapper open and were putting it on your length.

That's when you lifted him up, bringing him closer until he hovered over your cock, waiting for his approval as you grit your teeth, the knot in your stomach was so tight you thought you could already cum on the spot. As you stopped your movement, keeping him perched over your body, he moaned, almost whining, waiting for you to put him down.

And before Capitano could complain, you slid inside of him, stretching his hole out more than he thought you would, making him think that 3 fingers weren't enough. You went inside slowly, watching attentively how he was reacting, body burning up as he throws his head back and his cock let a spurt of cum out. He could feel everything, and it was driving him crazy, from the thick veins on the sides, the curve, thickness and how it was forcing him open.

You were tempted to let him get used to your size, but the way he was clenching around you like a vice made you lift him up a bit before fucking into him instantly. Capitano couldn't do anything but take it, with his arms still tied, and his legs forced apart by the rope, he was obliged to moan and accept your punishing pace. The bed was jolting with the force of your thrusts, with your fingers digging into his skin, and one of your hands moving to his neck, Capitano was losing his mind.

He was feeling so full that his mind was getting blank as he struggles to stay conscious, trying to stay aware of what was around him. His muscles were screaming at him, his back was arching more and more, and he couldn't keep his mouth close, tongue lolling out. He wasn't trying to talk anymore, just accepting what you were giving him. Perhaps you were punishing him because he never sent you a letter, and the moment he thought about being punished, he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

You smirk at his shocked face, surely still feeling the throbbing pain of the slap as you rub his skin gently, easing the pain until you strike again. And this time, you started to speed up the pace at the same time, your torso pressed together, skin brushing with each thrust, heightening his sensitivity. You feel yourself twitch under the pleasure and then, Capitano clamped down around you, making you still for a second as you gasp for air.

Despite his sweaty face, and the hair sticking to his forehead, he sends you a victorious smirk almost daring you to do better. Your body was trembling when he hid his face in your neck, his teeth brushing past your pulse before biting down. All movement pauses as he marks your neck and shoulder, leaving what could be similar to wet kisses. You let him have his fun until he gets too distracted and makes you slide deeper inside him unintentionally, both of you groaning at the feeling.

You chuckle, grabbing his hips as you put him on his back, your forearms pressed into the mattress, as you hover over his body. Your face was beside his, and your mouth was next to his ear as you pant and groan, kissing his ear or whispering into it sometimes. And with a knowing smile, you start to move again, building up speed gradually as you go deeper and faster.

With his arms still behind his back, he could only grip the sheets under him as you hold his waist to make sure he doesn't move away. You can't help but admire his figure, the light passing through the window made his body glow and highlight the golden of his skin, along with the lighter scars and permanent cuts he had. His long black hair was framing his face as nothing was hiding it anymore. The view made you smile as you left a soft kiss on his temple before moving again.

Capitano spread his legs further apart, his inner thighs hurting and sending shocks through his body, but he did not care as he clamped down on you. He managed to wrap one of his legs around your waist as you hold his upper body tightly in place. Your satisfied groans now going right in his ear, as the sounds made him moan in return, body reacting to your voice. Every thrust was hitting inside him perfectly, the pace never slowing down even if he could feel your body tremble against his.

Your hips keep snapping forward, his brain going blank as all the sensations were overwhelming you. Capitano could feel you twitch inside of him, his stomach burning and turning as he was losing his mind, none of his words were intelligible anymore. You barely managed to comprehend that he was close, you only knew because of the way his body was tense, and how much precum his tip was letting out.

You were tempted to let him cum right now, right here, but a better idea emerged into your brain, and without a second thought, you started to chase after your own orgasm. Everything became blurry around you, sounds blending together when finally, the knot in your stomach snapped, and you came into the condom. But before Capitano could do too, your hand was at the base of his dick, holding it tightly so he could not reach his.

He lay there in shock, a tear sliding down his cheek as he was watching your sinful expression while he didn't even have the occasion to feel the same. He groaned his frustration, his brain still not functioning correctly as he whined and almost started to beg for you to let go. But you patiently waited for him to calm down, his body relaxing, and when he did, you pulled out. You threw the condom in the bin before putting on another, Capitano not being able to see what you were doing, he could only curse you out and beg at the same time.

“I promise, I'm going to…

Just take me, please… I want to cum-”

And before he could say anything else, you were back inside of him, pounding him roughly and without warning. His back lifted from the mattress, arching painfully as he moaned loudly, as loudly as his deep voice allowed him to. The sudden way his body tensed made the rope break and finally, he was able to touch you. His hands gripped your shoulders immediately, holding onto them for dear life as he gasped, unable to fill his lungs with air as it got knocked out of him.

With your knees firmly planted into the mattress, you let out all your frustration, ignoring the overstimulation weakening your body as you did everything to ravage Capitano. One of your hands wrapped around his cock again, your thumb playing with the slit of his head. The stimulation was too much, and his mind broke, his body was too weak to move anymore as he let you do everything. He was panting harshly, his throat dry and burning, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open.

Your cock rubbing inside of him, hitting his spot, the pace keeping him on the edge as he needs one more thing to be pushed over. His fingers dug into your back, long nails breaking the skin, and he grabbed your neck, tugging you forward to push his tongue inside your mouth. Capitano was clinging to you, his body trembling harshly as he felt like he was going to explode.

Your hand started to jerk him off, sliding his poor neglected cock until your warm hand, listening to his choked sounds as you used the same pace as your thrusts. You were both so close, nothing was coherent anymore around you, mind fuzzy as you go faster to chase after that feeling again. You got the hint that Capitano was close too and just used the rest of your strength to give him a grand final, as you push you both over the edge. The last thrusts merciless made you lose it, his body tensed up, arms and legs trembling as you came, head falling forward as you had no energy.

Capitano felt the warm fluid almost filling him up along with the way your head hit deeper than you ever did before, and he came. He saw black spots before his eyes rolled back, his jaw going slack as his back arched, legs closing around you forcefully while his body shook. The high hit him hard as he released over both of you, coating your stomachs and chests, so much going out that he thought it would never stop. Even after you pulled out, he was staying in that arched position, back not touching the mattress. And then, he flopped down, legs tensed as they were still spread apart, toes curled as his thighs shook as if he was still cumming.

You watched with fascination as he was still in this euphoric state, mind completely blank and not reacting. And for the first time in a long while, you were almost able to discern a big smile on his face, his eyes still unfocused and vibrating as they moved from side to side violently.

You waited for him to come back, your arms wrapped around his waist as you made him roll on top of you. You were kissing his neck softly when he whispered your name, voice hoarse as if he lost his voice. You saw his eyes widen at how he sounded before sending you a scary glare, making you laugh at him out loud. The way he started to hit you despite being tired only made your laughter become louder and more uncontrollable.

When you calmed down, he was still looking at you, this time a bit more softly as he wasn't even trying to leave your embrace. You stayed there without talking, understanding what the other meant without saying it. Still in silence, Capitano placed his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other was holding your nape. You both fell asleep that way, not disturbed by the lack of words but knowing more than before.

When you woke up the next day, Capitano was already getting dressed with a paper in his hand, reading his next mission. He sends you a soft look when he saw you getting out of your bed before getting dressed too, next to him. As you were both ready to leave, you send him a strange look as he hasn't put his helmet back on and was looking at you insistently. Without a word, he raised his hand, and tap the corner of his mouth with his finger twice, making you chuckle. You stepped closer, placing your lips there softly for a second before moving away, observing his satisfied expression before putting his helmet back on.

You left your room together, nodding at the other before going your way. During the day, it was difficult for you to keep your laughter in when you heard your agents talk about how the intimidating Harbinger wasn't talking recently. And if he did, his voice sounded strange compared to the strong booming voice he had usually. One of the mages send you a knowing smile, to which you only replied with a smirk. Your agents started to laugh hysterically until you told them that you needed to get back to work, but you could still hear them in the back giggling like teenagers, bringing a smile to your face.

When you came back from your mission, you were welcomed by a furious Harbinger. And as your agents were leaving the scene quickly and quietly, you stood there, knowing your evening wasn't going to end well.

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[deathbysnakes]

Capitano comforts you after a nightmare

Il Capitano x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings:Reader crys, Capitano dies in your nightmare, mentions of blood, Capitano and reader are married, lots of physical affection

Pronouns:You/Your (reader), He/Him (Il Capitano)

Comfort/agnst/fluff

Explanation:You dream that your dear husband Capitano has died, when you wake up you break down crying and this so happens to wake up Capitano.

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You where sitting in the living room drinking a beverage that you have made for yourself patiently waiting for your husband to return from a mission. You hear a nock at the door and you spring up from your set and you rush to the door expecting to find your husband waiting for you. You opened the door only to face a fatui agent. "Are you [Name]?" He asked. "Yes." You replied. "Well I'm here to inform you that...well...your husband has died on his mission..." Your eyes widened and you could feel tears forming in your eyes, you collapsed to the ground and covered your face with your hands and just cried. You felt as though where sinking into quicksand, being suffocated by the sand but you didn't try to fight back. Everything seemed so quiet but loud at the same time. You didn't know if the fatui agent was still there, but honestly, you didn't care. Your whole world has collapsed and there was nothing you could do about it.

You woke up in your bed and suddenly it all made sense. You looked over beside you and saw your husband sleeping peacefully, you sighed in relief but then you realized, this could happen any day, your husband could die on his next mission. You could feel tears forming In your eyes again, but there was one difference, these where real tears.

Capitano woke up to the sound of soft sobbing and looked over only to see you covering your hands in your face sobbing, Capitano got up and gently rested his hand on your shoulder, you jumped at the sudden touch and looked over to see your husband with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong dear?" He asked in a soft spoken tone. "I-It's nothing." You said while trying to wipe away your tears. He pulled you closer to him and gently caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead. "If you ever want to tell me I'd be willing to listen." He said. There were a few moments of silence before you decided to tell Capitano about your nightmare. "I'm sorry you had to go through that but please know I will always put my life before my mission, I wouldn't want to make you sad." He said while nuzzling into the side of your neck more. This reassured you and you could feel yourself calming down. "Thank you." You whispered. You could feel him smile up against your neck. "If this ever happens again, please don't feel ashamed to wake me, my dear."