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mrpenguinpants · 1 year
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Look, but don't touch. [ Harbinger Edition ]
— You're the only one who's allowed to touch him. Likewise, he's the only one that's allowed to touch you.
— Childe, Pantalone, Scaramouche, and Dottore
[Masterlist]
Love Language Series | Touch [ Here ] | Actions | Time | Words | Gifts
This is written before the Sumeru quest. Harbingers are their own warning.
This was a fever dream, incredibly self-indulgent, don't talk to me about this ok. Honestly don't even wanna tag people in this (´。_。`)
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Tartaglia
Childe is friendly but he always keeps himself at arm's distance from anyone who isn't his family. The kind of guy that acts like he loves everyone but he truly doesn't like anyone. Always polite but never kind. He won't be outwardly hostile if one of the cicin mages decides she wants to try her luck and cuddle up to him, he sort of admires her bravery, but the hardened stare and indifferent response are awkward enough for anyone to bail halfway.
So what a surprise to everyone when it's Childe himself that pulls you into him. It's not a friendly hug either, he quite literally drags you into his embrace as soon as he sees you, locks his arms around your waist, and spins you around. Before he catches himself and gently settles you down and pretends as if he didn't boldly announce to everyone that you're special.
He is a harbinger at the end of the day so any intimate relationships he has need to be hidden lest he puts you in danger. That said, he doesn't do a very good job. He gets agitated and fidgety if he can't hold you, longing gazes in your direction even if someone else is speaking to him about something important. Whether it's shooing specks of dust off your shoulder, a tap on the arm, or the brief brush of your fingers against his whenever he hands something to you. He always finds some way to touch you.
It's always the worst and best time to speak with Childe if you happen to be there. On the upside, Childe is more likely to give his approval to whatever his subordinates ask just so they go away and leave you both alone. On the downside, because physical touch somehow makes Childe drowsy and almost drunk, he's useless.
It wasn't always like this. During your first months as something more than friends, not quite lovers, he kept you at an arm's distance just like everyone else. Only the occasional arm over your shoulder or a hand on the small of your back, just enough to show you that you meant something to him. But over time, those touches began to linger until the dynamic shifted and he began to rely on your touches to keep him sated. On particularly stressful days, he'll pull you aside into his office with a rushed excuse to just hold you in his lap. He's recharging, don't make tease him.
But he's not a selfish lover. If you need comfort or just want to be held, he'll gladly throw his plans out the window just to spend time with you. What's wrong? Did someone upset you? Want me to take care of them? He'll offer anything to make you feel better while you're cuddled up to him and it makes his heart flutter when you say you just want to stay beside him. He has a bad habit of resting his entire weight on top of you if you're both ever lying down. All that muscle is heavy but sometimes it's comfortable until his elbow accidentally digs into your side.
Childe can be polite if someone else wants to touch him but he's baring his teeth at anyone that has the audacity to place their hands on you. If someone bumps into you? He's fine, accidents happen. Someone moves you to the side? Whatever he won't throw a fit over that. He believes in the below-the-shoulder, above-the-waist, hands not included, rule. If anyone touches you, it's the only time when Childe will throw his reputation out the window.
Scaramouche likes to compare him to a dog and he'll gladly growl and bark if that's what it takes for people to get the hint and leave you alone. He'll slide his arms around your waist, tilt your chin up, and without any concern about the scene that this will cause, kisses you deeply. All the while sending the nastiest glare to the person that touched you. Look, don't touch. You're his.
Childe likes to believe that he has self-restraint. He's a soldier first and foremost so he has discipline beaten into his bones. But right now he's close to snapping the pen in his hands and hurling it into that bastard's forehead. He can feel Ekaterina's concerned gaze on him, shifting on her feet nervously, as she struggles to push through her explanation of his assignment quickly. Unfortunately, it's all white noise to Childe as all of his attention is on the cicin mage whose being a bit too friendly for his liking.
"Lord Tartaglia?"
Of course, you don't blink twice at it. He's seen how that loud electro pirate dotes on you and is overly physically affectionate herself. Maybe he should also fight her as well after he's done dealing with this cicin mage.
"Childe?" Ekaterina tries one last time, using a more familiar name to see if that would catch her superior's attention but alas, he was too busy glaring daggers into her college. Ekaterina raises a hand to lightly tap on her superior's shoulder to get his attention but just as her fingertips brush against the fabric of his uniform, Childe's death glare is directed at her. She flinches away from the otherwise easy-going Childe, her mask doing little to hide her startled expression.
"Sorry, sorry, not meant for you," Childe blinks away the hate from his ocean eyes, coming to his senses as he runs a hand through his hair, "What were you saying?"
"There is no need to apologize, Lord Tartaglia, I overstepped," Ekaterina, bless her heart, waves off the sudden aggression but takes a step back. Before she can continue, she overhears you saying goodbye to the mage and your footsteps coming closer. A small surprised noise escapes your chest as Childe pulls you into his arms immediately. If she didn't know Childe, she could almost say his expression was a bit cute with how pouty he was being. Although the look in his eyes says otherwise now that she was just on the receiving end. This seems to be a common occurrence because you just giggle and hug him back just as tightly.
"Please don't harm her. She was just being nice," you mumble into his chest.
"I'll think about it," he says, his eyes never leaving the mage.
Pantalone
On the one hand, the banker always carries this prestige that makes most people stay away in awe. No one wants to get on the wrong side of the man who basically funds the country of Snezhnaya. On the other hand, Pantalone has an ethereal beauty that compels people to come closer and touch. To see if the porcelain skin is real, feel if he's muscular or lean under the heavy fabric, or sneak a peek at what colour the banker's eyes are. It makes you kind of giddy knowing that this man belongs to you. That you know the answer to all these speculations.
You aren't sure when it started happening but at some point, he always ends up sort of mindlessly touching him. Placing a hand on his arm or knee, running your fingers through his hair, or gently rubbing away the stress from his shoulders. There wasn't an ulterior motive, Pantalone was just too handsome that you can't help but touch him just to make sure he's real. He thought you were overexaggerating a bit but he seemed deeply pleased at your confession since it was coming from you personally. That egotistical bastard.
But he always reciprocated your touch. Offering an arm for you to hold onto, brushing the hair out of your face, or rubbing small circles into your hand. Small gestures of affection would occasionally lead to more. The fact that Pantalone of all people let you be this close was something you secretly prided in yourself. You couldn't help but rub his newfound privilege in front of anyone that got too close that this elegant man was yours to hold. Look all you want but you're the only one that gets to touch.
You weren't aware of Pantalone's level of aversion to touch until he almost caused a scene at a gathering. It was meant more for looks and reputation, the occasional business talk, but overall a lax evening. One of the ladies thought it would be a good gesture to place her hand against Pantalone's arm. A bit flirty but innocent enough that the sheer disdain that swirled in Pantalone's eyes made her flinch away surprised. He struck her hand away, the sound carrying through the now-silent ballroom as everyone turned to the sound. You were surprised as well that Pantalone of all people, the image of control and ever-smiling, lips turned down into a repulsed scowl. Your feet quickly moved over to him, quietly excusing the woman for her careless act, and ushering her away before anything escalated. No one spoke of that night.
Ever since then you've always kept your hands firmly glued to your sides lest you feel his anger. If you happened to brush against his finger you would splutter out apologies and scamper away. If you felt his hand hover near you, you always assumed you were in the way and quickly moved aside for him. Overall, you acted as if it was you that was uncomfortable with touch. With each passing day that you fled from his hand, the crease in Pantalone's frown grew deeper.
It comes to a head one night when you get to see how Pantalone's aversion to touch applies to you as well. Occasionally some wealthy noble will host a gala and as one of the Tsaritsa Harbingers, Pantalone will be required to be present for at least one of them. Given his status, most of the attendees flock over to him which leaves poor you to meander about and find something to do with the time. Despite being his lover, you're not privy to what goes on with his work and frankly, the business talk and parties bore you. At least these places have food.
He sees you conversing with a man he knows is from Liyue, hoping to find more investors and trade partners here in Snezhnaya. He's already spoken to the man and rejected his offer so that's most likely why he's speaking to you, the banker's partner to garner sympathy. Although from the looks of things, you don't seem that impressed either. You notice his stare, perhaps his expression betrays him because your eyes grow concerned before giving a polite bow and turning to walk away and to him. If that was all then perhaps tonight wouldn't have ended so badly.
The man grabs your arm painfully enough for you to whimper and that's all Pantalone needs. He doesn't even try to hide his expression behind a smile, his lips set into a straight line. He grabs the man's arm tightly, the leather of his gloves crinkling from the force, and he nearly breaks the man's arm. How dare this inferior social climber put his filthy hands on you. You have to plead with him to let the man go, desperately trying to pry his grip away as the businessman begs the Harbinger on his knees that he didn't know.
Pantalone-
Pantalone is pissed.
You've never seen him this angry before. The lady all those nights ago doesn't even compare close to the anger radiating off him. His fingers flex still as he leads you away into an isolated hallway. You're not even sure if he knows where he's going, completely blindsided by rage. So you quickly step closer and throw your arms around him, stopping him in his tracks as you bury your face into the soft fabric of his suit.
"It's okay. I'm okay," you whisper softly into his back. You're not afraid, he won't get angry, not with you. Never with you. But it still pains you to see him this way. You feel more than you hear his deep sigh before slowly turning around and taking you into his arms. "Thank you. I didn't mean to start anything, you just looked displeased and I got worried. Oh, I'm sorry-"
You quickly move to shuffle out of Pantalone's hold but you can barely get two steps back before his touch grows firm and you're trapped. Despite how strong his hold is, he gently tilts your chin up so you can look into his pretty eyes. He really does have a nice eye colour you think in the back of your mind.
"You've been avoiding me. Care to enlighten me as to why that's the case? Did someone feed your mind with little lies?" Pantalone sounds coy but you can hear the undertone of worry. As if he's done something wrong which you quickly shake your head to.
"W-Well, that incident with the lady from a few weeks ago, the one in the red and black dress, you looked really angry when she touched you so..." you trailed off as your eyes look at anywhere that isn't the man in front of you, nervously twisting the cuff of your sleeve. When you actually hear it back it does sound a bit ridiculous to believe that but you just didn't want to make him uncomfortable. Or make him act a certain way just because you liked physical touch or to uphold appearances.
"And you thought you were comparable to people like that? That I would allow special treatment just because you were mine? That I would reciprocate to anyone but you?"
You fumble a bit at how honest his words are, searching for some way to justify yourself but at the end of the day, you'll knock your head against the wall for how stupid your logic is. So you stand on your tip toes and reach hesitantly up towards his face. Pantalone's face reminds neutral but he slowly leans into his touch, his muscles finally relaxing just by your touch.
Scaramouche
How the hell he tolerates you is anyone's guess. How the hell you tolerate him is Celestia's guess. He has the worst attitude, is quick to anger, flaunts his authority wherever he goes, and is overall a terrible person to be around. Yet every time he looks over his shoulder, you're always one step away from kicking at his heels. Which you have accidentally done before and somehow survived so he must like you a smidge. You tell him it's because it's out of spite that you're still here and spite is a powerful feeling. He of all people should know.
Scaramouche despises anyone being within his personal space, which is already a pretty big range, so the idea of someone touching him is repulsive to him. If he somehow was in danger and someone touched him in order to save his life, he would probably throw a fit and shock them. Their only reward is that he doesn't kill them. It's not like he has to worry too much, no one really wants to be in his presence longer than they have to and any admirers are quickly turned off within the first couple of seconds. Which makes it all the more baffling that you still hang around him and test just how far you can poke his limits.
The first time you touched him was by accident. Someone had bumped into you causing you to fall into Scaramouche. Luckily for you, you managed to put your hands out first and brace yourself against the wall but you had successfully caged the Balladeer between your arms. If you weren't currently fearing for your life you might have laughed at the horrified expression on the Harbinger's face. The only reason you survived that day was that Tartaglia chose that exact moment to waltz in and frankly, he was a far bigger headache than you were.
He's not sure how you managed to worm your warm into his cold non-existent heart but at some point, he got used to your presence in his life. A few words to take care of himself, extra paperwork being filled, or shooing away other soldiers so he could have space. All of these acts of kindness were met with half-baked insults and suspicious looks. Every time he asked you why the hell you were acting like he was some helpless doll you always answered the same, you just felt like it and he looked like he kinda needed it. Which was so baffling to him that you managed to walk away with your head intact.
It started off with small things. Like you're both feral cats that are trying to co-exist in the same alleyway. You always announce your presence, give him enough time to leave, and your touch is barely there. You never do anything close to intimate, never hold his hand or hold his face, and he never reciprocates ever. Although it speaks volumes when he doesn't push you away ever. You're always nearby, sitting close, and you both exist contently.
But just like a feral cat, with enough time and love, even they will begin to grow comfortable and domesticated. The look on his subordinate's face was hilarious when little old you waltzed over to the sixth harbinger, plopped down into his personal space, and literally sprawled yourself over his lap to see what he was looking at. Just to one-up the absurdness, Scaramouche didn't seem bothered in the slightest, only calling you an idiot for not being able to read the document that was right in his hands.
Although there are some downsides to being so close to Scaramouche. He's possessive with the power the enforce his pride. You have to constantly scold him that he can't go frying anyone that comes within two feet of you. It's hardly efficient and it's annoying having to scream just to know what time it is.
The you from years ago would have balked at how casual you were speaking with the infamous Balladeer.
"All I'm saying is you sound like a possessive maniac," you huff, your arms crossing over your chest as you frown down at the sitting man. You doubt he's even paying attention to you because if he isn't throwing spite around then he's filtering you out of his mind. Scaramouche barely acknowledges your words, still fiddling around with the Electro Archon's gnosis. It gives off faint sparks of electro every time he rolls it over his fingers but he doesn't give any signs of pain. Maybe because he's an electro-user? Either way, he's obviously not listening to you. You let out a loud sigh before shrugging and turning on your heel to walk back into the camp. Suddenly, his hand shoots out and latches onto your wrist and he's yanking you down. The you from years ago would have fainted seeing you sprawled over your superior's lap. As your vision tilts to the sky you can't help but think that for such a small body, he sure has a lot of strength. He wears a bored expression, his other hand is cradling his head while his elbow is on his knee, before a nasty smirk makes its way over his face.
"Yeah? So what?" Scaramouch says, his hand stopping to firmly hold the gnosis, though now one of his hands is now settled on your hip. You blink. Huh, you...weren't exactly expecting the ever-prideful Balladeer to blatantly admit that.
"Well, the "what" is that it makes it incredibly inconvenient to talk to anyone. Everyone avoids me like the plague because their scared you're doing to kick down their door and attack them," you pout, grumpily adjusting your head to lay on his knee, "Also you need to eat more. You make a horrible headrest."
"That's fine. You won't need anyone else," he says dismissively.
You open your mouth to say something but the look in his eyes makes you falter. He's serious. A mixture of a past memory, the present moment of you both together, and a far-off dream all dance in his eyes. It's a look you've never seen before on Scaramouche's face despite how long you've worked under him and you can't help but be mesmerized by it. It's likely the first and last time you'll ever see him be honest. But it's quickly over as his eyes morph into snarky glee, his lips pulling into a mean grin.
"You look stupid."
Il Dottore
People are downright terrified to even be in the same room as the infamous doctor. There's never a safe moment and anyone could be the next test subject depending on his mood. It doesn't matter who it is, even his own segments, if someone touches him that means they've just volunteered to be his next experiment. It's suffocating when Dottore is out and not locked in his lab because everyone need's to be hyperaware of where the doctor is located in the room. So to say that Dottore tolerates you is a massive understatement.
He actually quite likes to parade you around, almost like you're his newest addition to his collection. Touch isn't a problem for him if he's the one initiating it given how often he's dragging you around like you're some pet. He's not gentle in the slightest, nearly pulling your arm out in his crazed rush to show you his newest creation. You would joke and say that in moments like these, he's the one that acts like the pet. Too excited to show its owner its newest achievements. But you have a sliver of sanity in your mind so you keep your mouth shut.
Every moment with Dottore is a warped sense of time. You've been with the Doctor for a long time, before he became a Harbinger, and you don't know how your relationship progressed to this stage. You're walking on a tightrope of old colleges that are too intertwined with history to be separated or co-dependent individuals that need death to finally leave each other. So when he touches you softly, affectionally, you stumble and fall off your rope. The mad doctor laughing from above, arms still outstretched from where he's pushed you.
Half of it is madness, and half of it is out of genuine love. Although, to Dottore, madness and love are the same things. His acts of affection are spontaneous and equally as fleeting. One second he's rattling off medical terms and theories, pauses in his rant just to give you a deep kiss no matter who's around you to witness the act, and proceeds as if nothing happens. That's not to say you don't enjoy it when he decides to reward you, you just wished it wasn't in front of so many people. You suspect he does it on purpose.
There's no softness or quiet time aside from the very very few and far between moments Dottore decides to indulge you. He's a busy man, his mind only built for progress, and he has better things to do than to play pretend. But for you, the one who forcibly carved space into his heart, he can make arrangements. Only for a short while. Some days he may hold you as if you'll shatter if he squeezes any harder, other days he'll push your hair away from your eyes quietly, and one day he kisses you as if you're something more.
Unlike Dottore, you don't have an intimidating reputation. People can touch you if they want to. It makes you a bit happy when Childe will pat you on the back or ruffle your hair cheekily. He's also one of the few who can get away with it as well since Dottore can't physically harm him for touching you since he's a fellow Harbinger. Besides, people speak with their eyes more. Since that doesn't qualify as anyone touching you, Dottore won't do anything. So they stare.
They stare at how the Harbinger holds you in a special place. You aren't remarkable, you're the same as the rest of them. Yet you're untouchable and invincible from the man who can change their entire lives. Mistakes occur frequently when Dottore is in the room, the slip of a finger because everyone is too focused on staying out of the Doctor's way. You get to stand beside someone like that.
It's been a hard day. A very hard day. You're absolutely exhausted and ready to curl up into a ball as soon as you get to your room. You aren't even sure what exactly happened. One second you were doing your job and the next your head was on the ground with a pulsing pain on your right cheek. It's not unusual for patients to lash out but under those circumstances, they don't have anything to do with you intimately. You know what people think about your relationship with Dottore. What people who only glimpse into the relationship you have with him think. Usually, they stay silent, only judging you with their eyes but always silent. That is until nearly 10 minutes ago.
"You're late."
You barely react when you hear his voice. Of course, it's him. God, what bad timing. He's the last person you want to see right now, especially in this state. You only give him a nod and mumbled out apologies, stumbling over your feet like a newborn lamb when his hand latches onto your wrist to drag you off again. You think you might have his fingerprints as bruises now. Another thing people can mistakenly think about your relationship. You only know you're crying when you hear the splatter of your tears against the tiled floors and Dottore's footsteps come to a halt. His grip on you has gotten tighter.
You're startled out of your wallowing when warm hands cup your face, brushing your tears away. His gloves are off. When did he take them off? Dottore simply looks at you as you silently cry. You're too tired to apologize, too tired to break down in sobs. Your arms hang uselessly at your sides but you close your eyes and lean into his touch.
"Give me their name."
He whispers it softly. You think back at the girl that struck you. You think she's new, she has to be. You know that if you say her name, you won't see her tomorrow. But you're too tired right now. So with no hesitation, you volunteer her to become the next test subject.
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decayedgloria · 8 months
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sundress szn pt. 2
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pt. 2 ft. scaramouche, sandrone, pantalone, and childe
Summer’s finally come, so you decide to wear something that fit the occasion- much to your lover’s excitement.
tags: nsfw under cut, public/semi public sex in almost all of these, I got carried away during pantalone’s, harbingers x afab! Reader (minus signora this time bc I genuinely cannot think of smth for her rn but I can promise in the future that she may be in one of these.), slight ooc maybe? mdni.
word count: ~2.2k, I wrote these half asleep on a nine hour flight these are not going to be proofread
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Scaramouche
This was a good idea. Totally. Sumeru’s just much, much more humid than Snezhnaya, which was something you were willing to get used to. You were absolutely fine. 
How you wished you were right.
Even in the shade of the Grand Bazaar you could still feel the light sheen of sweat begin to form on your skin as you hastily fan yourself, occasionally observing your surroundings for your boyfriend. As a newly-inducted Vahumana student, he was bound to get busy, so it left you with a lot of time on your hands. Too much time. But hey, it got you a new dress so who are you to complain?
It reminded you of when you were both in the Fatui, the Harbinger and his loyal partner, who were too busy to really see each other until he whisked you away to Sumeru. You assumed it would be different this time, but it had dawned on you recently that it would take quite a while to get there (not that it wasn’t deserved, he had a lot to atone for after all.)
But it still disheartened you. You would be lying if you said that it didn’t. You missed his hugs and his presence, no matter how much you annoyed each other you always seemed to find a way to touch each other. And on nights he would be up in the Akademiya studying, leaving you alone in your shared bed, your thoughts wandered to those scarce intimate moments you shared- nights where his chest was pressed against yours, with that stupid smirk on his face as he fucked you silly. Just thinking about those nights made a familiar heat rise in between your legs, making you curse as your cheeks reddened. 
Archons, first the heat, and now this? Scaramouche had better hurry, you felt like you were going to be torched alive at this rate.
Thankfully, you did not need to wait long. Looking into the crowd again, your eyes met with a familiar pair of tired purple ones, much to your delight. You hopped off the bench you sat on and beelined your way to the grouchy purple boy, a smile blossoming on your face as you get closer to him. He doesn’t return the same excitement, content to just catch you in his arms like he always does. You don’t seem to mind, though, as you were too preoccupied with burying your face into his chest.
“Scara…” You whined, pouting your lips. “What took you so long? Do you know how hot it is in here? I almost died.” Expecting a smart retort from him, you were thoroughly surprised at the next words that came out of his mouth.
“What on earth are you wearing?”
There was no malice and spite in his voice, just irritated confusion. Which, in turn, confused you, prompting you to release your position against his chest and stare at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Do you not like it? I got it a while ago.” You hesitantly let go of his embrace, spinning once to let him see the whole dress. It was perfect for a hot day- light and airy, revealing as much skin as possible without spilling everything out. When you turned back to him, his face had gotten redder, but his eyes stayed on you- more specifically, your figure. 
“Aw, what’s got you blushing, Scara?” Your teasing tone was met with a glare, and a pathetic attempt to hide his face by looking away. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“So you don’t like my dress?”
“That’s not the problem.” Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him again, lowering his head so he could murmur into your ear, “I like it too much. Fix it. Now.”
With that, he dragged you to the nearest concealed spot- behind some crates that barely covered the both of you. When you emerged, all that was left of your dress was the tattered skirt that barely hung on to your body as Scaramouche placed his jacket over your top, that same stupid, hot smirk on his face.
Sandrone
Sandrone tried. Really, she did. But she could not help it in the slightest.
The seventh harbinger has a reputation for being a recluse, cooping herself up in her lab toying with her automatons all day. On the rare occasion she did speak to someone, her tone only seemed to indicate annoyance and malice- she didn’t mind since it drove people away. However, things changed the day you were assigned to work under her; suddenly, she didn’t hate the world that much anymore.
Certainly not when you’re dressed like this.
A quick trip to the ruins of Liyue, both as a break and to gather intel, made you a bit… adventurous, with your outfits to say the least. The entire time you had walked around Qiongji Estuary, Sandrone could not help but linger her stare just a little bit longer than usual. Your outfit consisted of a short dress, loosely clinging around your body, but it made you look so alluring in her eyes. A perpetual blush seemed to occupy her face, which you had innocently chalked up to the heat.
As her automatons roam around in search for whatever she had told them to find, Sandrone busied herself under a makeshift tent inspecting what seemed to be an artifact encased in cor lapis, tinkering with the ore as if it were a toy. You were by her side, head on her shoulder, observing your lover with loving eyes. Your subtle touches combined with your warm breathing had already put her on edge, but she continued nonetheless.
However, the last straw came when you stood up a little to grab something on the other side of Sandrone, aptly placing your bosom right in front of her face. So, forgive her for breaking her composure and pulling you back onto the ground, dirtying your dress as she straddles you eagerly while crashing her lips into your own before you could react.
“You’re so fond of distractions…” She said breathlessly, hands all but dying to get your tits out of your dress for her nimble fingers to play with. You moaned in response, a bit taken aback at her suddeness. Looking up at your blushing, desperate girlfriend, you decided to tease her just a little bit.
“I was just trying to help, Sandrone.” Your tone feigned innocence, which only fueled her frustration. She caught your lips with fervor as one hand pinched your nipple, and the other tugged on your hair, all while grinding down on you.
“Shut up and fuck me, please.” 
Pantalone
Pantalone was a man of many talents. One of those talents happens to be spoiling you rotten. Too rotten sometimes. But who were you to complain? The richest man in Teyvat was wrapped around your finger, and you couldn’t help but be a little cheeky and take advantage of that sometimes.
What should’ve been a business trip to Liyue to check the Northland Bank’s activities turned into Pantalone emptying out every boutique in the harbor so you can get a new wardrobe for summer. At one particular store, where there were no other customers besides you and your husband, you had decided to try on some dresses that caught your attention. On one hand, you really did want a few more relaxed additions, but on the other hand, well…
You had emerged from your dressing room not long ago, and yet you were already sat firmly on top of your husband, head in his neck as you try to brace yourself against the waiting room’s couch. Under you, Pantalone only gave you his usual, sly grin as his hands firmly hold you in his lap, keeping you in place as you grind on his ever-growing erection.
“I think this dress looks lovely on you dear.” He whispered, taking in the sight of you writhing on top of him desperately. Chuckling, his hand makes it way all the way to your ass, hiking up the long dress before giving it a smack. You moaned in response, hiding your face in his neck, hands raking over his toned chest.
“You simply look ravishing in it.” He continued his assault on your body, propping you up just a little bit so he had a clear view of your chest, kissing you quickly before delving in between your tits. Archons, he was impatient- he made you impatient. You confess, you did think the dress would get a rise out of him, which was why you picked it first when trying clothes on, but to think he would be this roused by it filled you with a titulating thrill only he was capable of causing.
“Ah- Does the dress make you- ngh… this excited, love?” Despite your teasing words, it was clear that you weren’t the one in control as you rocked your hips to feel even a little bit of relief from the growing ache in between your legs. Pantalone didn’t say anything back, rather he took off his gloves and positioned his fingers over your mouth, commanding you in a husky tone.
“Open up and suck them, darling. I’ll have plenty more for you.”
Childe
“Fuck you mean no?”
“You just aren’t going out like that.” Childe deadpanned, crossing his arms. “It’s a pretty dress for sure though.” The contrasting grin on his freckled face made you want to punch him, though it also illicited some questionable butterflies in your stomach.
Nobody quite knew what you and Childe were. On the surface level, one could assume that you two were just close friends; however, if they took the time to observe how Childe’s touch always lingered for a little too long, or how you stared at him with such bold adoration in your eyes as you smiled at him- it would be quite obvious that there were unspoken feelings for each other somewhere there.
It was quite common for you to visit his office in the Northland Bank like today. You really just wanted to show him the new dress you made for yourself, and figured you could flirt with him a little bit- not that he’d catch the hint. He always did treat you just like a good friend, something that disappointed you a little bit.
Because as it stands, right now, with him towering over you with his arms crossed, a grin on his handsome face- somehow, you’re horny because of this smug bastard. You imagine how good it would be to just smash your lips on his just to shut him up because Archons, is it tempting.
“I’d like to show off what I’ve made for myself,” you huffed at him, pouting. “I’ll go ahead and stroll the streets as I please with or without you then.” You try to turn and leave, expecting him to just laugh and go back to work. However before you could even step towards the door’s direction Childe’s strong hands snaked around your waist, pulling you firmly back.
Without much warning, you fell back into his chest letting out a small yelp. Once you realize the position you were in, you froze- your cheeks heating up an unbearable amount as you try to wriggle away from the (much) stronger man. It only became worse when he placed his lips right on top of your ear, chuckling lowly.
“C’mon… I can’t have all of Liyue see my girl this good.” He remarked lowly, trailing his lips down until they settled on the base of your neck, to which he then placed a gentle kiss. “They might be tempted to steal you away from me, and we can’t have that, can we?.” You’d be lying if you said that didn’t turn you on so fucking much, trying your best to hide it by pulling your legs closer together.
“We aren’t dating though? What do you mean-“ You let out a moan as he started sucking at the same spot, his lips forming a smile as they worked. Your hands flew to his arm on your waist, turning yourself around to meet his gaze. He lifted his head, lips puffy and blue eyes glazed over with lust. 
“Everyone in Liyue knows that we want each other. Why not give in?” He pressed his forehead against yours, lips deliciously close to yours as he placed his hands on your waist. 
“Only if you want to.” Was your sheepish reply, slightly embarassed to be this close to the man you’ve been covering for months. Was it really this easy? Is it just another one of his pranks? You weren’t sure, but at this point you didn’t care much, especially after he launched his lips straight at you in a fervent kiss. His hands lifted you up, haphazardly swiping away everything on his desk and placing you on it while your fingers tangled in his hair.
Both of you fumble with each other’s clothes, but Childe took extra care in taking the sight of your dress halfway off your body, admiring the view. He suddenly brings his hand up to your chest, flicking your nipple. You moan in both surprise and pleasure, burying your face into his bare shoulder.
“Be as loud as you want girlie. I want everyone here to know who’s finally got you.”
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pt 2 is finally out yall i can rest
i wrote these on my way to and from london on the plane and i am sick bro i just wanna sleep (jet lag and chugging redbulls prevent me from catching a break tbh)
hope yall enjoy, this did take a little bit longer to make tho so i apologize for that.
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b0red-b1rds · 7 months
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Okay, random idea I had, and I can't get out of my head. The Harbingers with a chubby lover. Like, they could all see that their favorite person was on the softer side, clearly, but I can imagine just how floored they'd be when they cuddle for the first time.
Childe puts his hands on their tummy, expecting a little bit of give, but his hand just. Keeps going? And the skin is squishing out from between his fingers? And it's so warm??? He can't help but just flop forward and bury his face in the chub. "...It's like spooning a giant marshmallow."
Dottore's younger clones enjoyed teasing at first, pinching at chubby cheeks and a squishy belly. It isn't until one of the clones is pulled into a warm hug, his cheek pressed against their chest, that they all realize just how soft and warm their lover is. After that, each segment is always finding excuses to cuddle or hug, eager to feel their lover's warm affection.
Pantalone is an absolute sucker for a soft tummy, okay? He greatly enjoys paying for flattering clothes for his darling, eager to see just how beautiful he can make them look. Of course, he was always under the impression that works of art should simply be admired. You wouldn't just walk up and touch a masterpiece! But that worldview is thrown out the window the first time his darling hugs him, snuggling against his chest while soft arms encircled his waist. He tries to hold himself back after that, but really, can he be blamed when he's suddenly so eager to hold your hand or put an arm around your waist?
Capitano is more accustomed to hard, muscular bodies, as those bodies are the ones he spars with regularly. He trains himself every day, keeping himself in perfect fighting condition so as to better serve the Tsaritsa. So imagine his surprise the first time he held his companion, feeling all of their soft curves against his hardened muscle. He actually freezes for a moment, his brain short-circuiting because of how enjoyable it was. He really hopes they couldn't hear how fast his heart was pounding...
Pierro, given his age, is somewhat familiar with all of this. Hardly anything is new to him by now. Rather, he had simply forgotten how wonderful it was to feel someone so soft and pliable in his arms. On particularly rough days, he often asks his beloved to sit on his lap, just so he can hold them for a bit. It never fails to soothe him.
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burasto · 2 years
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Some doodles of the Smiling Banker Man.
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dawndelion-winery · 6 months
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Tripping Into Love
Clumsy confessions and the silly things they do for you
Ft. Capitano, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Pantalone
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Capitano:
He knows better than to charge in without a plan
At least he thinks he does, which is why he's begrudgingly forking over a hefty portion of his personal funds to Pantalone in exchange for information about you
He didn't stop to think how odd it might be for him to know things about you when you've never told him
Honestly, the only reason you probably haven't told him to piss off for being a creep is because you like to think you know him well enough to know he wouldn't have any unsavoury intentions
That and his reputation as the esteemed captain
He does panic when you question where he got the information from though
He doesn't know Pantalone have you a heads up simply to have the joy of watching Capitano squirm
"Did...didn't you?" Capitano stammered. "Perhaps I heard it from someone else, I could've sworn I'd heard somewhere that these were your favourite flowers."
You were cackling internally, of course, knowing his informant. Not that you'd tell him that; he could stew in his panic for a while longer until he finally mustered the courage to ask you out explicitly.
Dainsleif:
You were only joking when you said he should act more knightly
Sure he'd said there was no point since the fall of his nation meant all titles and status were irrelevant
But that's pretty hard to believe when he's practically bending over backwards for you
It was hard not to notice his efforts, honestly, with how curt and cavalier you knew he could be
Yet there he was, offering you his knee as a footstool for your comfort
"Dain, this isn't what I meant when I said I'd love to see you get on one knee."
You looked at the bough keeper quizzically. In return, he only gave you his usual, impassive expression as he insisted. "You're tired, it is a knight's due duty to ensure his companion's comfort."
You'd protest if it hadn't been for the faintest of blushes dusting his uncovered cheek, his gaze averting subtly in a momentary flicker. So you sat on his thigh, resting your head on his shoulder with a soft thanks as you shut your eyes, leaving the ex-captain swallowing hard as he stilled his aching heart.
Diluc:
Mondstadt's most eligible bachelor? Or most rizzless?
Sure, he's got the money to send you gifts and little tokens of his affection as he courts you
And yes, it's sweet to receive bouquets and desserts that remind him of you
What's less than ideal is the love letters he sends
You find yourself compared to the most questionable of descriptors that you're not sure if he likes you
I mean, did he seriously compare you to his deceased pet tortoise?
Years of living like a social recluse has scuffed all sense of tact he might have had
"Master Diluc-"
"Just Diluc is fine, love."
You blinked slowly, noting the way a faint blush crept up his cheeks, thinking he was slick with sneaking in a little pet name for you (he wasn't). It was hard to tell him relating you to the soil in the winery wasn't the most romantic declaration of his affection when he seemed so proud of himself. Admittedly, you were somewhat proud of him for coming out of his shell to court you too. But this!! This wasn't it.
"I don't need you to try to be poetic, Diluc, a simple 'I think you're lovely' is enough."
"Oh."
Kaeya:
Remember those poetry lessons he got from Venti? (Well not really but still)
Venti was peerless when it came to his songs, so naturally, you were quite enchanted with his performances
And of course, why wouldn't Kaeya think serenading you would be a good way to win your heart?
Unlike Diluc, he's much more delicate with his words, weaving them to flatter you best
Yet it's not quite what piqued your interest in him
Sure, it's poetically romantic and all, but it didn't really feel like him
It was moreso his banter with his estranged brother that you found endearing
"Care for a refreshing beverage on this fine day? My treat, of course, the Angel's Share has a new series of fruit mocktails that are just perfect for the weather, and I'd love to try then with you."
You hadn't expected master Diluc himself to stop the both of you at the entrance - well, he stopped Kaeya, at least. "Isn't it a little early for you to be drinking? As I recall, it's office hours for the Knights of Favonius right now."
"I have the day off, am I not allowed to drink in the company of my lovely companion?" Kaeya quips, gesturing to you.
"So you're being a bad influence?"
"We're not here for alcohol."
Diluc looked at Kaeya doubtfully, glancing in your direction as though to gauge if Kaeya was bluffing.
Oh woe is you who has to see Diluc burning holes into the back of Kaeya's head as he moniters his brother on a date.
Pantalone:
Money can buy anything.
Except your affection, it would seem
Sure, you enjoy the gifts, and it's nice to be spoilt
But he wants you to look at him the way he looks at you
Worse still is how he's conflicted about making use of his intelligence network to dig up information about you
"it'd ruin the process of getting to know (you)" he says
Which leaves him squeezing time into his schedule to spend with you against his better judgement
He's totally not slaving through his work to make time for you
He's nothing if not opportunistic though
Will most definitely take advantage of any concern you show
"Eyebags? No, no, I doubt I have those, but if you insist, why not come a little closer to check?"
All you'd said was he looked a little tired and haggard, and suddenly he has you in his chambers, sitting on his satin sheets as he lays his head in your lap. After all, if you were so concerned about whether he was resting, surely you wouldn't oppose helping to make sure he got a good sleep, yes?
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penne-noodle · 5 months
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Can I get a smut with dottore and a dom male reader with a reader who is a human heating pad and a scent kink?
Smell Of You
Dottore x Top Male Reader [Smut]
Warning(s): Scenting, Non-Proofread, Belly Bulge, Petty Dottore
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You and Dottore somehow got off on the right foot, (to much of the other Harbinger’s surprise) you had nothing else going for you so you dedicated every fiber of your being to him, it took some time but he finally came around to you and would even allow you to physically touch him. The first time you hugged him and he instantly fell in love with how you warmed him from the Snezhnayan cold. Every chance he got it was snuggled up next to you, unless y’all were at a meeting, then he simply stood as close as possible to you. You warmed his cold, murderous, manic, psychotic, manipulative, abusive, heart.
He was still rude and mean to you around others, (gotta keep that scary dog status 💅). But once you both laid down for some well needed rest, (you forced him to sleep), we was “demanding” you to spoon him so he can be warm from the cold night (that castle ain’t got ANY insulation💀).
He often kept you at his side, not like you ever want to leave said side but I digress. But he also often sent you to fetch some materials for experiments, he didn’t trust some dumb ahh fatui agent to get the right thing. There were times where he sent you out weeks at a time and you would come back home to a needy Dottore.
When it comes to your nighttime activities with the blue haired twink man, he would make you keep your coat on, claiming it was sexy. But it was just so he could smell the scent of sex you guys had the night before. Various guards and the other Harbingers would smell it too.
“Ahem, [Name], I got you something!” Pantalone says holding out an imported cologne from Liyue. “Oh! Uh thank you?” You say taking the bottle, Dottore grabbed it, “we’ll make great use of it!” He says tossing the bottle behind him and shattering. Some of the other Harbingers had to hold back from laughing.
After that Dottore made sure to make the scent more prominent.
“Aah~” Dottore moaned out as your cock penetrated him. Your hands gripping onto his hips whilst his clawed at your back. His body felt cold compared to yours and tried to pull you closer to him. Moans were heard from the meeting room, the other Harbingers right outside, “meeting cancelled.” They all dispersed down different halls, “this is your fault Pantalone.”
“F-fuck!” You could tell he was close as he tightened around you, only then did you speed up slightly, hitting the same spot over and over again. You pressed your thumb over the bulge in his stomach that appeared every time you thrusted in. “Haah~” Dottore released onto his stomach and somewhat onto your thumb. You continued in your little pursuit of that climax.
Once you did and gushed into your petty lover he too came again. After a few moments of calming down he brought your face close to his, “don’t stop until this place reeks of us.~”
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Bro I was throwing hands with depression and was losing so sorry this is late.💀
Feel free to throw tomatoes.
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shumidehiro · 2 years
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The Visit
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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Pantalone x Female! Reader
✂ Word Count: 1,6k+
✂ Warnings: -
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I thought Pantalone would be a beardy old man, and… well, I’m not really wrong thankfully. He is old, probably ancient too. His smile reminds me of both Azul from twst and Ayato, but at least he’s the hottest among them imo.
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“I can give you anything you desire.”
Pantalone stood too big, too tall, and too oppressive within your small flower store. The darkness of his aura clouded the brightness of the flowers like a mist that lingered long after he left. Strong and unyielding, befitting of his nature. This was the umpteenth time Pantalone had visited you in a month, literally and figuratively. Figuratively, he had his subordinates lurking around in the alleyways and on the streets. It was never good to live in paranoia, but at least, you knew you were being followed.
At least, you knew you weren’t crazy.
“You don’t even have to work anymore, or live in your… humble house any longer.” he said, glancing around the store as if it was his first time stepping a foot inside. Then, his eyes returned to you, as they always were. “You can stay in Goth Grand Hotel for as long as you want, free of charge.”
And have the entire neighborhood, if not the entire country, avoid you?
“Isn’t that great?”
“That’s… certainly a great offer.”
“Then, what are you waiting for?” Pantalone extended a hand, luring you in like a demon who promised wealth in exchange for your heart. Like most businessmen, one of his main weapons lay inside his head. A brain, so similar yet so different. And another one lay inside his pocket. Money, so infinite yet so filthy. “Join me, and we shall enter a whole new world.”
There was a weight in those words. Something deeper than shallow things like money, clothes, or prestige. You didn’t know what it was, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to know. Some things were better left unknown, and some people were better left avoided. Discrimination of statuses was a double-edged sword, after all, and only the brave – or foolish – ones would want to interact with dangerous people like the Fatui.
Unfortunately, you weren’t both of those things. You were just a civilian trying to survive natural and political attacks. If you had to date, let it be with a fellow civilian. Regardless of how simple your life was, this was the one thing you’d like to retain. Money could buy anything, but it couldn’t buy innocence.
So, you took a deep breath and shook your head.
“Forgive me, Mr. Pantalone, but I’m afraid that I have to refuse your invitation.”
“Oh?” He cocked an eyebrow, yet his smile remained. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him without one. Then again, when you had all the money in the world, you wouldn’t be bothered by most things. “May I ask why?”
“I just… don’t see you in that light.”
“What are your preferences, then?”
You peeked through your lashes, trying to prove your suspicion behind his wall of composure. It was a trap question, you knew, but you didn’t know how to sidestep it.
“Surely, everyone has preferences, no?”
And he made sure you couldn’t.
“I’m not looking for a partner right now.”
“Ah. But, Miss [Name], I was asking about your preferences, not your relationship status.”
You fiddled with your fingers and glanced at the door behind Pantalone. What if you were to jump over the counter and dash out of the store? You shook your head. No, it’d be useless. Pantalone might seem like he used his brain more often than his fists, but that didn’t mean he was weak. And besides, he still had his people outside.
You were cornered, as always.
“Well, you know, I prefer… normal men.”
Pantalone chuckled, and had it occurred in any other moment – had he been more normal – you would’ve thought it was a friendly laugh. Totally not cocky at all.
“And you think I’m not?” he taunted. “Miss [Name], people describe normal differently, just like how they describe abnormal differently. If you learned how to familiarize yourself with something, I’m sure it’d be normal to you too.”
Yes, but that didn’t mean you had to plunge yourself into every dangerous situation. Once again, some things just weren’t worth the risks.
“I’m afraid I won’t change my mind anytime soon, Sir.”
“You won’t or you don’t want to?” Pantalone simpered. “Stubbornness won’t get you anywhere, my dear [Name]. Changes are necessary if you want a more… prosperous future.”
“That is indeed true. However, I have made my decision, and I want you to respect it.”
Pantalone regarded you for another moment, before his smile widened.
“Of course.” He lifted your hand from the counter and kissed it. The sensation felt foreign like a stranger, yet familiar like a lover. “I wish you all the best with your endeavor.”
The man turned around and left the store, and you hoped you never saw him again. You didn’t even know what you’d done to attract his interest. Could he just mess with those loaded businesspeople rather than a measly florist like you?
But true to his title, he was a harbinger of all bad things in your life. The guards who lingered in the shadows had now come to light, with their masked faces and masked intentions, and scared all the customers away. You’d begged for them to leave, but they didn’t budge. Some of them flat-out ignored you, while the rest had the decency to at least explain that it was impossible. That this was a direct order. They didn’t want to get punished. And you had to understand.
Understand that changes were necessary, like he’d said.
But your future relied on this store, and you couldn’t prosper if they kept blocking the income. Of course, you knew what he was doing. You weren’t stupid, but you were desperate.
And desperate people often ended up doing stupid things.
So, here you were, standing in front of the Goth Grand Hotel. One of the guards had kindly told you that Pantalone would be in the hotel, and he had kindly helped you close your store earlier than usual. Earlier than you should be. Another masked man, with slicked back hair, stood in front of the gates, and he merely nodded at you upon your arrival.
It would’ve been flattering to receive easy access to one of the fanciest buildings in Mondstadt despite your lowly status, had it wasn’t just another proof that he’d been waiting for you.
Like he always did.
The receptionist greeted you and proceeded to guide you to his room. You were about to reject their assistance, but it’d been a long time since you had any other company than the Fatui. Besides, their genial professionalism had managed to soothe your nerves somewhat. And you definitely needed that before you could make another dumb decision.
“Ah, Miss [Name]. It’s nice to see you again.”
Pantalone welcomed you to his luxurious room as if he hadn’t been scheming for you to come here all this time. The receptionist bowed and left as silently as they came, giving you another privacy with him that you wished you didn’t have. Pantalone ushered you to a couch on the other side of the room, his hand resting a bit too comfortably on your lower back. Then, he turned around and popped a wine bottle from one of the cabinets.
“So, to what do I owe you this pleasure?”
“I want you to stop sending your men to my store.”
Pantalone hummed in mock questioning and casually poured the wine into a glass.
“Whatever do you mean? I was merely trying to protect your store from… unsavory people.”
You crossed your arms and scowled.
“My business has been doing fine before you came.”
“Indeed, it has.” Ambling towards you, Pantalone put the glass on the coffee table and sat down beside you. You noted that the silk robe he wore revealed more of his chiseled chest, and you averted your gaze with a shy cough. His smile widened slightly as a knowing glint darkened his eyes. “But it was also vulnerable, don’t you think? The world is a dangerous place. You’ll never know what kind of attack you might suffer from. You’d be lucky if it didn’t target you physically.”
“There hasn’t been any attack since the Stormterror’s incident! You’re just trying to scare me. And besides,” You clenched your fists, mustering the courage you’d been burying deep within your chest due to his subtle intimidation. “the only unsavory people I need protection from are you Fatui scums.”
“Ouch, what a harsh accusation. I gave you a free protection and this is what I get in return?”
“But I never asked for it!”
“Calm down, sweetheart. Why don’t you drink this first? I find drinking wine after work incredibly relaxing.”
You huffed and snatched the glass from his hand. You might hate him, but damn if you didn’t at least try his very expensive wine that would no doubt cost you a lung to buy.
“Anyway,” You slammed the glass back to the table once you finished the whole content. “I want all of them to leave before tomorrow morning.”
Pantalone closed his eyes and nodded cavalierly, twirling his own glass that was still full of wine.
“Of course, sweetheart, of course. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“You said that, and yet, you didn’t even…!”
His lighthearted face suddenly grew blurry, and a headache began to grip your skull. You groaned and clutched your head, breathing heavily. What was happening?! Did he... did he just drug you? Your eyes stung from each mental kick you did to yourself for underestimating him, and for falling into his trap twice.
All because you’d thought he was the type to rely more on his subordinates to do something so simple; something he could easily do himself.
Because, of course, he wasn’t above this kind of thing.
Vaguely, you felt a pair of arms envelop your trembling body and lifted you from the couch before your unconsciousness failed you.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” Pantalone cooed, gently putting you down on the bed. “because I would do anything to get your heart. Such is the reward of my hard work.”
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maopll · 11 months
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Can I request headcanons of Dottore, Pantalone, Baizhu, Tighnari, and Albedo with a toxicologist s/o?
Dottore and her are a match made in heaven or hell.
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The sweetest poison <3
| genshin impact !
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⌗:, a/n: the title kinda sounds wrong but I couldn't think of anything else. and the fact that there's so many similar requests I got like are y'all the same person or smth ??
⌗:, warning: mentions of poison,,blood 'n stuff
⌗:, pairings: dottore, tighnari, pantalone, albedo, baizhu, & childe w/ gn!reader
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DOTTORE
He was on his way to your lab to ask for a few ingredients that only you have special access to. It was a Sunday evening. The sun is almost settling down for the day and the moon is still evident on the sky. he knocked on your door and your fading voice telling "come in" was his cue to get in.
He saw you tending to a few fly traps and some deadly nightshade. "I want to get a few ingredients from you that are on this list" he told you to which you replied "just grab them from the shelf you know where they are". You and him have spent so much time together in each of your labs that he knows where every ingredient is. He grabbed a few and looked at a vial on the wooden lab table. "are you done with the experiment that you were working on?"
"no its still left, but it will be finished within thus week or the week after. I need more lab rats to test that on. the results are that satisfactory so I'll have to observe more". If there had to be anything in common between you two is that one both of you are always occupied with experiments and two torture.
To others your conversation may sound like that of a colleague with colleague but dottore barely held this gentle tone with others. Only with you would his more cruel and crude nature would slip away. Others may find it weird how the most fearsome person on the plant is talking so naturally with you but you know, its his way of telling you that he loves you just as much as you do.
ALBEDO
He asks for many plant species and specimens from you. You spent years studying in the academiya and truly were the knowledge you accumulated were like treasure. The knights of favonius gave you your own permit of being able to handle and use poisonous plants. Ofcourse your research was worthwhile as you found many medicines for untreatable diseases.
If he ever comes across a peculiar plant he just goes to you. he knows how well you know the plants around you. you are usually stuck up in your lab but even you worry about albedo encountering a poisonous plant by accident as one time he brought one you burnt that away as your eyes were wide like flying saucers. Atleast ge didn't affect...
"[name] would you look at this? I found a few different flowers when I was in inazuma. I haven't seen them everywhere. Maybe you know something about them?" and yes you did know. You told him a great deal about its origin, its structure, its uses and location.
There comes many a moments when you two share your insightful knowledge with eachother. It started the day when you two were dating first and you two realised that both of you love alchemy and the mysteries shrouding it. These are some times you cherish the most as he hears every detail you spell with his head resting on his hand and the other scribbling points to remember. "hm? why are you smiling? is there something on my face love?..."
it's the beauty on his face that you are looking at.
PANTALONE
He was a banker and you were a toxicologist. You two falling in love was pure coincidence and...true love as he would term it. He often finds you pulling out some purple stuff from your hands. Those were poison. He knew after you told him about it and he froze there on the spot. He thought you would die the next moment. You tried so hard to reassure him saying that it happens and you wouldn't die. He is afraid to lose someone dear to him once again in his life...
He always checks on you to see if you are not hurt or in any kind of pain. After checking that you are alright and tending to your plants in your greenhouse he would return back to his office as he would hold a small photo of yours with you concentrating on a potted toxic plant as butterflies, probably wild and dangerous, also swarming around your hair. He loves staring at that picture of yours. You tending so gently to the plant. Whenever he would remind those days when you two were still young lovers and inexperienced.
It feels as if it was yesterday when you two finally had your first kiss and were smiling brightly with faces blushed turning into the hue of a tomato.
Even if he is a fatui and ruthless man, he still has a soft spot for you and only you.
TIGHNARI
Injured, poisoned, senseless, unconscious, and many patients flock into the forest watchers' treatment room. Tighnari is busy throughout the day. Teaching young forest rangers and treating patients. There is never a free time in the young man's hands, but with the coming of you, things have been even easier to handle and treatments can be done even faster as you would give swift and simple orders to people to follow to treat the patients.
The vaccines you created after countless trial and errors with combined hardwork always paid off. Your medicines are sold everywhere. It was tighnari who recommended your medicines to the amurta darshan and bimarstan to use them. Many were hesitant as they were made from poisonous plants but...After trying out it worked wonders! no side effects were there
Every Sunday evening is when you two would tend to your own plants. Him watering the plants as you sowed a few seeds or fertilised them with your dendro vision. It almost feels as if you two are married and leading a domestic life tending to your plant children. At nights is when the both of your are wrapped up jn eachothers arms under the moonlight as the stars gaze upon your young love. Its a peaceful silence shared between you two as you two drift away to sleep to the lulls of the chirping crickets and the buzzing of the fireflies.
CHILDE
He returns with scars all around his body and had it not been your extraordinary medicines there would have been plenty of infections all over his body. Even if you try to act angry at him deep down both you and him know how worried you are. Every time he reminds himself to not get hurt to the point of being the reason for your worries.
Whenever he would get time on his hands he would join you on your experiments as he would look at you with awe as you swiftly handled vials and scribbled down notes for future reference. Thousands no, maybe even more toxic plants were there than that meets the eye.
You forbade him from touching anything since you do not trust him with such complex substances and liquids and poisonous plants. "oh come on...you're no fun! nothing would happen if I touch just ONE plan—" and there he goes, with a *thump* and falling on his back. Good now he just increased your workload.
After he woke up you gave him a full one hour lecture after he did that and he swears to never touch your plants again.
But he would never miss a free trip to your greenhouse. The variety of plants and the sweet smell emanating from them was mind blowing. He loved seeing you work skillfully with the most dangerous poison as if they were water. He can't hide that stupid blush that spreads across his fair cheeks as he always remembers 'my soulmate is so strong' with a cheeky grin plastered on his face
"what are you smiling for ajax ?"
BAIZHU
"qiqi my dear, would you please call [name] for me, hm?". Qiqi tip toed her way towards your laboratory and softly knocked on your door since it was already midnight. All the houses had blowed out their lanterns and retired to bed for the night except a certain pharmacist and a toxicologist.
You understood why he may have called you so after thanking the little qiqi you walked your way towards your lovers study. The soft pulsating light could be seen from the end of the hallway of your shared abode. He was there writing some prescriptions for the patients who came the other day along with a few medical documents. Looks like he might have to pull an all-nighter to complete those.
"dear can you get me some herbal tea to wake myself up? I need to finish these since the patients will be coming tomorrow"
You brought him some herbal tea, which you prepared from freshly picked flowers from your greenhouse. "Mh...as delicious as always." his tone soft and low to not wake changsheng up who was deep into slumber. You were there with him in his room helping him with some prescriptions since you were also quite well aware of the plants that are toxic and which are not. With your help, only a few of those were left and he might be able to get a blink of sleep that day. He chuckled softly as the sound of his laughter soon died down and the ticking of the clock once again begun.
Throughout the night no words were spoken between the two lovers as they completed their paperworks under the soft illumination provided by the halfway melted candle and the crackling of the flame. The moon went for its own slumber as dawn freshened
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silkval · 4 months
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♞】 the sycamore series- part Ⅰ
how much do the genshin boys crave your attention, and whats their style?
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♢】 scale of neediness
》 intensity ★★☆☆☆
》 frequency ★★★☆☆
》 touchiness ★★★☆☆
》 patience ★★★★☆
》 publicity ★★★★★
pantalone, oh such a pretty thing- your pretty thing. This man is devoted. It took a lot to get to where you two are, but now that you have his attention, and yours his, he can't get enough. due to you both being well-respected harbingers, you led quite the busy lives, albeit never not having your moments throughout the day- and night. which certainly garnered quite a bit of attention from your fellow fatui coworkers- whether it be murmurs between passing guards, or the prying whispers and teases from dottore or childe, as such a powerful duo- you two were quite the well-renowned couple.
…especially when pantalones neediness fluctuates- and oh, does it soar.
it'll start with quiet little taunts: wearing a pretty lace garter underneath the heavy silks of his robes, sending you coy glances throughout meetings to catch your attention before he'd tap your leg underneath the table, pinked lips turning upwards in a sly smile before reaching a hand down to part the slit in his robes to reveal the lacy garment, straining against the soft plush of his thighs as he sent you a quick wink- then turning his attention back to the meeting as if his little taunt was nothing; as if he couldn't already feel that familiar warmth between his thighs growing from your mere glances at his little display.
which more often than not, would lead to a rather eventful rest of the day.
now, pantalone was quite the patient thing, always willing to wait for the perfect moment to strike. He knew how to bide his time, building up the anticipation until it was almost unbearable- until he could see your cock straining against the fabric of your pants with his every move until he could just barely keep himself from begging you to bend him over the nearest surface and ruin him. And when the moment finally came, oh, it was worth the wait. but not before a little.. play.
it would all start after that initial little tease- a single lacy garter would soon be followed by a full set of matching lingerie; all smooth silks in your colours with shiny metal accents, flush against his perfect skin in all the right ways- a set that he had spent weeks having tailored immaculately to his curves, to add an extra velvet strap or to cut away a little more fabric to expose that pretty womb tattoo- with you in mind throughout the whole process.
and when he finally sashayed his way into your office, a glossy smile curved at his lips as the thick fabric of his harbinger coat sussurating with every sway of his hips- unashamed at the obvious lack of his usual gowns trailing underneath the garment that the guards most certainly noticed, due to their wide-eyed looks and reddened faces- not that pantalone paid any mind to them, though- the only thing on his mind as he slipped into your office was you.
and with that, pantalone would wordlessly slide his lithe hands up to the buttons of his harbinger coat, tantalizingly slow- before letting it pool at his feet, barely able to contain a breathy gasp as he felt your intense gaze wander over every dip and curve of his figure, pained pretty in your signature colour and haloed with grandiloquent golds- as if your gaze were creating a promise of where your hands and tongue would soon follow, a promise of an endless night of pleasure, pain, release- and repetition.
“my my, what a pretty thing you are, hm? now, be a good pet, and strip.”
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fatuismooches · 2 years
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Hey, may I request Pantalone, Dottore and Capitano with an s/o who puts flowers in their hair, cups their face and tells them they're perfect and that they love them so much and pulls them into a hug? Bonus if another harbinger witnesses the whole thing sfjsnfnsmshdh I feel like they're all clingy but none of them expects the others to be like that so they're all trying to hide that side from each other xd
♡ 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ♡
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synopsis: Life is hard, but nothing feels as relaxing as being able to enjoy the comfort of your Harbinger lover. You make sure to convey this to them.
includes: pantalone, dottore, capitano w/ gn! reader
notes: Of course, this request is so so sweet <3. All of them would be so embarrassed if they're caught lol - they have an image to maintain and being soft is not it!
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Pantalone:
I wouldn’t be surprised if he owns some kind of greenhouse where normal flowers can grow despite the harsh weather outside. I’m not talking about a tiny one, he probably has one on the scale of a large botanic garden. Pantalone is so rich after all, whatever plants or flowers you want will somehow be grown here, he’ll make sure of it. And so this often leads to dates here <3 where the two of you would explore a different segment of it every so often! It’s a nice little getaway into nature outside of all that snow and ice. Of course, this is Pantalone’s establishment, so he would be knowledgeable on many of the things that grow here, so I can see him explaining the origins of plants and what they do. So this means… Pantalone teasing you with different flower meanings!
At first he’ll start off casual - oh, these represent family, those symbolize innocence and those are sympathy… and then he’ll slowly start mentioning the more romantic ones. These camellias represent love, did you know that? The ones over there represent adoration and beauty, he’d purr into your ear as he tucked a flower behind your ear. Would not stop until your face is a blushing mess because he loves to tease you with these meanings. Eventually, you decide to get back at him. Pantalone is a busy man, which means he’s often tired and stressed from the amount of work he does, so he often likes to lie on your lap surrounded by all these nice flowers. Tends to slip in and out of consciousness. And so you get to you, conveniently situated next to the flowers you needed. You began picking the ones with the deepest feelings - romance, love, adoration, gratitude, understanding - the ones Pantalone stayed the longest on, and carefully started weaving them together while leaving some to tuck behind his ears instead.
Eventually you finish, and you can’t help but stretch a little with how much you were focusing on it, which causes Pantalone to wake up. He blinks once and quickly realizes he fell asleep, gracing you with a real smile which made your heart skip. You could tell he slept well as he sat up. Well, time to wake him fully up! You sat on your legs and carefully placed the crown on his head. Pulling back, you happily admired your work. Pantalone looks at you curiously and then turns to the glass in the greenhouse to see his reflections. He noticed the different flowers in his hair - roses, tulips, carnations. And then you tucked some peonies in his ears. Oh, you were the cutest thing of all… so he can’t help but express his gratitude.
“My dear, how lovely you are to make this for me. So attentive too, paying attention to everything I said.”
You’d only launch yourself at him and hug him, enjoying the embrace of the man you loved so much, catching him slightly off guard but quickly returning your affection. You peppered his face with kisses as he laughed.
“Perhaps we should come here more often since it gets you so giddy, my love.”
“I’m glad to go anywhere with you. You’re so perfect, and cute, and pretty, and have really nice hair! I love you so much!” You booped his nose as you pressed another kiss.
Pantalone is shameless and absorbs all of this attention gratefully. His face is hurting from how much he’s smiling right now, but he can’t complain when he has the most loving and darling partner in all of Teyvat. Would return all of this attention a hundred times more. Also asks the garden keeper to press the flowers so he could preserve them forever.
Dottore sees the whole exchange when he enters to take some notes on the plants. He’s more like wow you guys actually love each other? Disgusting. But would use this for blackmail material when Pantalone drops down on funding a bit too much. Throws it in his face randomly and enjoys watching Pantalone’s smile drop for a second. Pantalone makes sure to tell the agents to never let anyone, even a Harbinger, into the premises while both of you are there.
Dottore:
You will have a real challenge trying to get this one to do these mushy lovey-dovey things with you. It probably starts when you complain to him about the lack of appealing scenery in this dreary lab. He questions what exactly you don’t like about his amazing lab. No Dottore, seeing random dead bodies and Fatui recruits crouching in fear is not the scenery you want to see everyday, you explain. Dottore huffs and orders you to go back to work. He doesn’t exactly know what is considered nice scenery to normal people - he’s not very normal after all. But he thinks to what he’s seen in other people’s houses and he knows what to put - flowers. Most people likes flowers, he reasons. So later on you see some random pots with soil in it scattered about the lab. And you think to yourself - is Dottore really trying to plant something nice for you? That’s… so cute, but does he know how to grow things?!
The next day, you come to see that all the flowers have magically sprouted and grown. (This might be OOC, but imagine Dottore growing some blue hydrangea for you, which basically means thank you for understanding me, according to my research online. I don’t know but I think he’d never say that outloud but show it to you through his actions.) He must have genetically modified it or used some kind of serum to boost its growth. And wow, were they actually pretty. You didn’t know if he chose these himself, but whoever did had good taste.
“Is this scenery more suited to your tastes?” A teasing voice came from behind you. Dottore smirked, “Now, I expect you to be at your best. No excuses, I have this new experiment I must conduct with you.”
After the experiment, Dottore lets you take a break (you’re the only one allowed this) so you decide to to something cute. You began to break off the blue flowers, which matched very prettily with Dottore’s hair, and weaved it together to make a crown. Now, the question was, how were you gonna get this on his head? Well, you had thought long and hard and came up with no solution, so you did the next best thing - putting it on one of his clones. Dottore’s clones were programmed to follow your orders as well, so there would be no fight. And wow - did they look cute, albeit a bit annoyed and flustered. You wished you had a Kamera, until you heard the real Dottore clear his throat and frown. And immediately you knew - he was jealous of his own damn clones.
Now, Dottore is no sappy man and could care less about some flowers, but he’d be damned if he was going to allow his clones to get more of your attention that him. So begrudgingly, he allows you to plop some flowers on his head with a scowl.
“You’d look cuter if you smiled, you know.”
“Shut up, you idiot.”
If you were anyone else, you’d cry at this but you’re his lover. So you can’t help but hug your crazy man warmly, and jump up to peck his cheek. You tease him by saying he’s cute when he’s mad but you love him so much. Promptly drags you away and claims he will “make you pay, fool” and dodges your attempts to see his face. Secretly preserves the flowers with some scientific method to look at whenever. When he notices Sandrone at the entrance of his lab watching, he has the urge to do despicable acts. Probably threatens her not to say anything or else. His head hurts from the thought of another person, especially one who he can’t get rid of, seeing him like that. Sandrone merely nods but brings it up when they’re working on a robot to make fun of him.
Capitano:
It’s almost like something out of a fairytale - the big, hulking monster with their sunshine lover who thinks they’re absolutely adorable. The other Fatui members are subject to this every day. Thanks to you, they’ve started to think Capitano is more human than they originally thought. You are the one who introduced Capitano to growing some flowers indoors, to “spruce up the place.” It was difficult, with the lack of sunlight in Snezhnaya, but not impossible. Well, you were mostly interested in how Capitano would look while doing something as mundane as gardening.
He was so cute, you could die happy. Accidentally squished some flower seeds between his huge fingers and apologized. Was good at heaving the soil into the pot though (you like to tease him with how strong he is.) Him carefully watching you and copying your movements so he won’t mess anything up. And finally awkwardly holding the water can to nurture the flowers. After a while, most of the flowers started to sprout up, much to your excitement. I don’t know why, but I think Capitano would enjoy this too. Something about being able to create life with you despite his hands being bloody makes him content.
Soon, different areas of the mansion are decorated with your favorite flowers that you grew. And they may not be as fancy as the expensive ones specially made and sent to the mansion, but both of you like these ones more <3. And so you hatch the best part of this plan - putting flowers in your beloved’s hair, wait no, his helmet actually. While Capitano was working on some papers, you started on your own work. You chose the flowers you liked best and started to weave them together into a crown. You hoped you estimated the size of Capitano’s head right, but you soon finished, and it looked really cute, and it was about to go on your strapping lover who was taller and wider than a normal doorway.
And so you hopped into his lap (because there’s no way you could place it on him while he was standing up) and placed the flower crown on his head. At first he was confused because the flowers were so light he didn’t feel anything, but you soon pull out a hand mirror to properly show him your creation. Capitano looked so adorable that before he could respond you couldn’t help but hug him tightly and plant a big kiss on his face. The stark contrast of his dark clothing and then the bright flowers was funny to be honest.
Capitano was speechless at first and was hesitant to touch the flowers in fear he’d somehow destroy them. You had done an excellent job with it, and he was slightly astonished at the kind of creations your small hands could make. And while this didn’t exactly fit his whole vibe and look, he couldn’t help but feel happy. Ever the silent man, he thanked you and tightened his hold on you, pulling you more firmly into his lap and petted your head. You only smiled bigger and crawled up higher to cup his cheek and plant another kiss on his neck, whispering how much you loved him, and how he was your “perfect and amazing Capitano.” Oh, now he really understands why people are so desperate to be loved.
When Pierro enters the room to give Capitano some new reports and orders and accidentally witnesses the whole thing, he tries to leave discreetly but Capitano notices him before he could. Needless to say, Capitano is wholly embarrassed being found like this, especially by his superior. Thankfully, Pierro is a good man who doesn’t tease his subordinates much (unlike those other two sly men above) so at the next meeting, he doesn’t say anything and keeps a straight face. Furthermore, he secretly finds it sweet that the Harbinger closest to him has found such true love. Pierro has witnessed different kinds of love for who knows how long; he has seen it fall apart or grow stronger. Nonetheless, Capitano is grateful and pretends that it never happened.
(Capitano tries to make one by himself for you later. Ends up snapping all the flowers in half and giving up. Reluctantly asks Dottore to preserve your creation for him all while Dottore has a shit-eating smirk on his face the whole time.)
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aluraveil · 1 year
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Attempting to Break Up w/ Yandere Harbingers
Pairings: Yandere Pierro, Pantalone, and Dottore x Reader
PIERRO
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When your words register in his head he would be fuming. He already lost his homeland and now he’s gonna lose you? That will not happen.
Pierro was a cold ruthless man who showed no mercy to his opponents. Everyone was fearful to get on his badside of and most importantly, nobody wanted to fuck around with him.
With the amount of bloodshed from war on his arms and the heavy weight he carries being the leader of the harbingers, he thought he could never love. That was until he met you. You gave him a reason to return home. He always looked forward to seeing you and you made him happy. But without you? That’s a whole nother story that won’t happen.
The day you agreed to marry him was the day you agreed to become his until the end of time. Nothing could change that. Nothing could ever take you away from him. The diamond ring on your finger was already proof of his ownership on you. You had belonged to him and only him. If you seriously thought that anything else could change his mind, then you would be a complete idiot. You would be a fool trying to deny that.
Good luck trying to leave him though, because he'll make sure that you'll be trapped in his manor with the exits and windows locked shut.
PANTALONE
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If you seriously thought that you could ever escape his clutches then you needed serious help. Something that needs to be drilled into your brain is that you could never get away from the Regrator and that you will always be his.
So when you wanted to break up with him, it didn't go as planned. He was supposed to listen to what you wanted to say and your feelings about your relationship. You were then gonna drop the bomb on him saying that you wanted to end things with him and move on with your life. Then the both of you would leave and head your seperate ways.
But oh no. Things didn't go as planned. All hell broke loose and you experienced it first hand.
When you were walking to your boyfriend's office you only had one thing in mind- that was to tell him that you wanted to break up. When you finally arrived, you sat down onto a chair as you mentally prepared yourself. You looked up at Pantalone and you started talking. Your
At first, Pantalone just chuckled at your serious expression as he thought it was quite adorable. You however just sat there confused, something about the way he laughed at you made you feel quite unsettled.
But when it finally registered in Pantalone's head that this wasn't some funny joke, that's when his smile dropped and his eyes stared through your soul.
He was furious. You wanted to leave him? You should have known that you would never get away from him. Not even in your dreams.
It shouldn't have been a surprise when the next thing happened. Pantalone grabbed the back of your head and slammed it down onto the desk.
You immediately blacked out.
When you woke up, you were laying in Pantalone's bed and there were chains on your arms.
Welp, you only got yourself into this situation. The only thing you could do next was pray.
DOTTORE
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If your pretty little head thought that leaving him would make you forget all your memories with Dottore then you were certainly mistaken. You could never escape from him. He loved you too much to ever leave you, infact he would never let you go. He was deeply obsessed with you.
The Doctor was too madly in love with you. So when you agreed to be with him, you basically had sealed your own fate.
When you arrive to Dottore's lab, you find that he's busy performing an experiment. You see that he looks very immersed in his research and how he seems very focused while holding and examining some test tubes filled with liquid.
You're quite nervous. He seemed busy. Maybe now was a bad time? Actually no. You figured that since you were leaving him you might as well tell him now instead of delaying the inevitable.
When you finally said what you needed to say, it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders. What you didn't expect was for Dottore to throw the test tube in his hand at you.
It felt like time had stopped when the test tube hit you and the glass shards pricked at your skin. You dropped onto the ground screaming in pain asthe liquid inside it was burning your skin.
Dottore quickly rushed over to you and held you in his arms as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a needle. The needle was pricked inside your neck and you quickly fell asleep.
Dottore placed you onto his examination table and he quickly patched up your cuts.
Afterward, he placed you into your shared room without forgetting to place ropes around your arms and locking the door.
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thatonegenshinsimp · 10 months
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Hi! I really liked your cuddles and cold mornings with a lover posts, would you be interested in doing/could you do a pantalone version of the cold mornings post with him please? :)
Cold Mornings With a Warm Lover Part 2 (Fem!reader NSFW)
Of course! This was so fun to write ASDXCSFSXC. I decided to add Zhongli to this one as well. Anyways, enjoy~
Notes: My wifi was crapping out when I wrote this and it kept deleting the stuff I added in after I first saved it to my drafts :')
Characters: Pantalone, Zhongli
Masterlist
Part 1
Warnings: NSFW, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!reader, marking, fingering, creampie, squirting, hair pulling, Adeptus!reader (Zhongli), monsterfucking (Zhongli), draconic!Zhongli (horns, tail, claws), knotting (Zhongli), Zhongli has a ridged cock
NSFW content below, Minors DNI! By scrolling further past this point, you have chosen to read the content below of your own accord!
Pantalone
Pantalone had been awake for a good amount of time when you opened your eyes, sitting up slowly beside him in your large shared bed. You braced yourself on your forearms and looked around, before feeling his gaze on your bare body. Your face reddened as you pulled the covers over your body. “Oh, you’re awake.” You whispered, hiding your face in the pillow. He pulled the covers away and looked down at you, watching as you slowly curled in on yourself. “H-hey, it’s freezing!” You hissed, shivering. “Hm, then how about you let me warm you up this morning?” He asked, his hand making its way to your face as he spoke. Your wedding last night was the catalyst for all of this, not that you were complaining. You had enjoyed last night very much, especially what happened once the two of you arrived home from the wedding dinner. You were barely through the bedroom door with him when you were tugging at his clothes, begging to see what was underneath the elegant suit that Pantalone had worn. And of course, who was he to deny you something you wanted?
You were dragged from your thoughts when he gently pressed his lips against yours, watching as you practically melted under his touch. You leaned against him as he pulled you into his lap, letting you straddle his waist. He smoothed his hands up your thighs and your back, before resting one arm over your middle as his other hand came up to gently cradle your jaw. “You looked lovely in that dress last night, but I think you look much better like this.” He said, kissing you again. He trailed kisses down from your lips to your neck, leaning in and biting down on the skin at your collarbone. You gasped softly, reaching up and threading your fingers through his jet black hair. You tugged it lightly when he pulled at the skin gently with his teeth, pulling back to see the purple love bite he gave you. The hand that was holding your face slowly made its way downward as you focused on him, joining his other arm around your waist. He made sure that you were distracted by him before gently nudging your thighs open with his leg, before holding your legs open and pressing the pads of his middle and index fingers against your slit. You gasped at the sudden feeling, grabbing his shoulders as you felt his fingers slowly press into you. “Ngh~ h-hey, what about you? I wanna make you feel good too.” You mumbled, half lidded eyes gazing up at him. He chuckled softly. “Perhaps another time, but this morning is about you, dearest.” He cooed, his hand speeding up as he curled his fingers to hit that spongy bundle of nerves deep inside of you that he knew drove you crazy. You gasped and moaned loudly as he repeatedly pressed his fingertips against that spot, grinding down against his hand. “Needy thing, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you this morning.” He whispered in your ear, watching you shudder from the sickeningly sweet tone of voice he was using. You were so, so close, but whined quietly as he pulled his fingers out just before you came. “Patience, I promise it’ll feel good, dearest.” He soothed, waiting for you to come down a little from the hazy and fuzzed headspace you were in. You panted softly as he tilted your face upwards for you to look at him. “Do you want me to be on top this morning?” He asked, watching as you nodded wordlessly. Pantalone flipped the two of you over and slowly pulled the covers over the two of you as he lifted your hips a little. Your breath hitched as he pressed his tip against your entrance, before slowly sliding into you. You immediately grabbed his shoulders as he slowly pressed into you, gasping at the stretch. “Shh, just relax, dearest, I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, your chest pressed against his. The blush on your face spread to your shoulders and the tips of your ears as he bottomed out, pressing his hips against yours as his spongy tip knocked against your cervix. “A-Ah~ hNn~ m’so full, you’re s’big- fuck!” You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. Pantalone gently grabbed at your waist before he slowly started rocking his hips against yours. You whined and moaned quietly as he grunted softly, trying to keep himself under control.
Your face got somehow even redder as he started pulling back his hips and thrusting them against yours, loud squelching noises filling the room along with the noises of your lovemaking. You grinded your hips against his as he kept thrusting, keeping a steady pace as you tried to keep up. You felt his hand against your cheek and leaned into his touch, looking up at him as he smiled softly down at you. His breath hitched and a loud groan bubbled up in his chest as he hit your sweet spot, feeling your gooey cunt squeeze around his cock tightly. “HnNg~ goodness, does that feel good? Do you want me to do that again, pretty thing?” He asked, leaning down and gently pressing kisses against your neck. You nodded, tugging at his hair again as you got closer to your orgasm. The knot in your lower tummy tightened as he angled his hips and started going faster, hitting that spot repeatedly. Your velvety walls squeezed and spasmed around him as he kept you on the edge, going slower when you got too close. He twitched inside of you as you dug your nails into his broad shoulders, small tears welling up in your eyes. “That’s it, just hold out a little longer.” He whispered, before he sped up even more. His pace was getting sloppier as he left open mouthed kisses against your neck. “Nnh~ please, lemme cum, m’so close, please- AhHng~!” He cut you off with a rough thrust that sent you over the edge, gushing around his thick cock. You wailed his name as you dragged your nails down his back, leaving little red lined in their wake as your eyes rolled back a little. Pantalone looked down at you and rolled his hips against yours as he came, fucking you full of his cum. “That’s it, let me take it from here, ok? You did so good for me.” He soothed, watching as you clung onto him. You panted and whined quietly as you came down from your high, slowly calming down. He slowly pulled out and watched as his cum gushed out of you, soiling the sheets below. He then gently pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you once again. “Pantalone?” You asked, your voice still a little shaky. “Yes, what is it, dearest?” He asked. “Could we go take a bath? I’m all sweaty and sticky now.” You asked, hiding your face in his chest. He chuckled at your shyness, before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. “Of course, my love.” He said.
Zhongli
It was rare for Zhongli to stay home for the day, let alone take leave, but he assured you that Hu Tao had given him leave for the festival period since he had helped prepare the Funeral Parlor’s decorations (which he insisted weren’t necessary) for the Lantern Rite Festival. You were just glad to see him at home, since he got up so early in the morning and usually returned well after you had fallen asleep at night.
You woke up to a pair of arms around you and looked behind you, laughing softly when your husband gently nuzzled your neck. “Someone’s touchy this morning.” You teased, reaching back and running your fingers through his hair. You felt something wrap around your leg, and pulled back the covers to reveal his long scaly tail. You looked back and noticed his golden horns as well. “Looks like this was a much needed break period. It seems like you needed some rest from work.” You said. “Ah, compared to the things I’ve had to do on the daily before retiring from my place as an Archon, I’d say that my “job” at the Funeral Parlor is more like a vacation.” He said. “And I certainly never got to do these things with you when we were still working like that. I never had a moment alone with you.” He continued. “To talk to me or to fuck me? Be specific.” You rolled over to face him, laughing when he pinned you down against the bed and spoke. “Careful that you wish for, those are dangerous words you’re saying, even if you are an Adeptus.” He said, watching your face flush and your eyes widen. Without warning, he unbuttoned and slipped off your nightshirt, doing the same to his. He leaned in close and looked for that one spot he remembered so very well on your neck, sinking his pointed fangs into your skin when he found it. “Ngh~!” His actions surprised you, it had been a while since he had done this with you, but you found yourself tilting your head to the side as he marked your neck with his teeth. You reached up and gently grabbed his hands, shivering when he pulled away. “Are you cold? Don’t worry, you’ll be warmed up soon enough.” He cooed. Zhongli leaned in and kissed you, watching your eyes go half lidded as a pleasant lustful gaze clouded them. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you this morning.” He whispered, trailing his hand down to slide down your pants. He hooked his thumb under the waistband of your underwear and pulled them both down, before he finished undressing himself. Without wasting a moment, the soft pads of two of his long, thick fingers were pressed against your slit.
“Look at me.” He mumbled. Watching as the haziness faded from your eyes and you nodded. “Hmm?” You looked up at him. “Are you sure you want to do this? I want to make sure you’re comfortable.” He said, watching as you nodded. You gasped when he slowly slid them in, pinning your thighs to the bed with his knees as he curled his fingers and grazed against your sweet spot. You reached up and grabbed his shoulders as he kept moving his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you out. He pinned your legs down with his tail, wrapping it around your ankles to make sure you couldn’t move your legs. “Mnh~ r-right there, please- Ahn~!” You gasped when he curled his fingers to hit your sweet spot again, moving his hand faster as your grip got tighter. You were about to tip over the edge of bliss when he pulled his hand away, chuckling lowly when you whined softly. You gasped when you felt his tip pressed against your entrance, moaning softly as he slowly slid into you. “Nh~ feels s’big, t-too big, it won’t fit~!” You cried out, but he forced you still. “You’re being too noisy.” He muttered, shoving two fingers into your mouth and pressing the soft pads of them against your tongue. “Every time we do this, every single time, it fits. Lie still and take it like the good girl I know you are, and I’ll reward you, ok?” He cooed, watching you push your hips back to fit more of him inside of you as you nodded. He chuckled. “That’s it, slowly now.” He whispered, pulling his fingers out of your mouth. He held your hips steady as he kept pressing himself into you, his grip tightening as you squeezed around him. “Mnh~ ‘li, Ngh~ stay still, please- Ah~!” He pressed the base of his knot against your entrance, lifting his head from your shoulder and pressing soft kisses against your skin. He trailed kisses up from your shoulder to your neck, before sinking his fangs into your skin. “HAh~!” You dragged your nails down his back, gasping and whining. He tensed up slightly when you scratched down his back a little, your sharp nails drawing little red lines on his skin. He stayed still for a bit, letting you adjust as he rocked his hips against yours slowly and gently. “Hn~ look at you, you’re already so pliant under my touch, aren’t you? You’re just waiting for me to ruin you~” his long serpentine tongue licked his lips as he spoke. You nodded, already almost mindless from the way he was now rolling his hips steadily against yours. You slowly reached up and linked your hands with his, breaking his concentration for a moment as he looked at you. It was a way for you to be closer to him, not that he minded. He wrapped his tail around your leg as he went faster, his tip bumping up against your cervix as his ridged shaft grazed against your velvety walls. “Right th-there, please- Hnn~ ‘li, don’t stop- AhnNg~!” You moaned loudly as his tip hit your sweet spot, raising your hips to let him get a better angle. “Such a good girl- fuck- I’m gonna fill you up nicely, gonna stuff you full and breed you~” he whispered, his grip on your hips tightening as he twitched inside of you. His pace was getting sloppy, and he was panting softly as he got closer to his release. He pressed his lips hotly against yours, muffling your cries of pleasure as he went faster. Your hands went from being over his to his shoulders again, squeezing them as the coil in your lower belly tightened. “M-Morax, m’close, m’so close- AHhng~!” He gripped you tighter as he heard you call him that name. He loved it when you did that, you knew he did. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as it hit you in waves. He slammed his hips against yours a few more times before his knot swelled inside of you, trapping his thick cum deep in your spasming cunt. He fucked you through it, rolling his hips against yours as you rode out your high with him. After you had come down somewhat from your highs, you pulled away from him as you spoke.
“It seems you needed this break more than me, horny lizard.” You muttered, running your fingers through his hair. “Is that an invitation to go again?” He asked, smirking down at you. You shook your head. “I’d pass out before you’d finish, I’d much rather stay like this for a while, instead.” You pressed your lips against his forehead, smiling softly. “Besides, we both know you like it when I wash your hair.” You replied, shifting to a more comfortable position and pushing him on his back. He fell back against the pillows and chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around you. After a while of staying still on his lap, he finally pulled out, watching his cum dribble from your spent hole. You whined at the loss of contact, before he picked you up and slowly carried you to the bathroom. He ran the water warm, just the way you liked it, before slowly getting in. You hummed happily as he kissed you, running his hands over your skin. He grabbed the soap from beside the bath and wrapped his tail around your waist to keep you steady as he lathered the soap on your body. He took extra care when he got to your chest and your thighs, retracting his claws to make sure he didn’t accidentally scratch you on the sensitive parts of your body. You sighed deeply as he hummed a tune long since forgotten by time, his deep baritone voice calming you and further bringing you down from the euphoria. He grabbed the shampoo and put it in your hair, starting to move on to his hair when he felt your nails scratching against his scalp. You slowly massaged the shampoo into his hair as he rested his head against your chest. You felt him unwrap his tail from your waist, and pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead as he rested his tail on your lap. “Just rest, honey, I’ve got this.” you whispered, knowing how exhausted he was after such a long night. You slowly started washing his tail, lathering his scales with soap before moving on to massage his back. You rolled your palms against the muscles that were potentially sore or strained, making sure to ease the knots in his shoulders and his back. You heard him hum softly, his tail thumping against your lap as a result of your soothing touch. You giggled softly. “You like that?” you asked, watching as he nodded. You gently tapped his large golden horns, as if to tell him to lower his head. He lowered his head to where you could wash his horns, huffing quietly when you told him the two of you had to get out of the bath soon. “Five more minutes.” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around you. “We still have to change the bedsheets, ‘li.” you muttered, causing him to sigh. “Ok.” he mumbled back, slowly getting up out of the bath and grabbing some towels from the linen closet. He returned a few minutes later with some towels, saying that he’d changed the sheets. You smiled, slowly standing with his help as he dried you off and carried you to bed after draining the tub. He then got under the covers with you and rested his head against your chest.
By the time you looked back at him, he was looking up at you with half lidded eyes as his tail wrapped around your leg. “Are you cold, dearest?” you asked, causing him to shake his head. “I just want you close to me.” he mumbled sleepily, leaning up and pressing his lips against yours. He flipped the two of you over to where you were resting your head against his chest, your weight grounding him as his eyelids got heavier with exhaustion. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. “I love you.” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against your neck and breathing in your scent as he fell asleep. You smiled softly, closing your eyes as you spoke. “I love you, too.” you whispered, falling asleep in his comforting arms.
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hello! I saw that your request status was open and recently ive read your "you fell first, they fell harder" can we get a part 2 of that? (w diff characters, any characters are fine!)
Idk can you?
You Fell First
They fell harder
Ft. Pantalone, Alhaitham, Scaramouche
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Pantalone:
He knows all too well how easily emotions cloud one's logic
And he fully plans to exploit that fact
It just amuses him greatly to see how willingly you'd obey him, almost like a pet
Until it started to seem more like you were just a doting master, and he, your spoilt cat
It finally dawned on him when you'd noticed he looked a little tense and offered to massage his shoulders
The more he relaxed into your touch, the less he wanted you to stop touching him
Until he caught one of your hands and brought it to cup his own cheek
Nuzzling said hand before planting a kiss on your palm
Yes, he could definitely get used to this sort of treatment
And you should get used to giving him said treatment or he'll loom over you pretending to be monitoring you
Really just looking for an opportunity to hold you from behind or something
Alhaitham:
Disgusting icky plant man
He probably just didn't realised he was fond of you ngl
Which leads to a lot of "they're just a friend" moments
He's holding doors for you, even doing a lil jog to make sure he gets to the door before you do - very friendly behaviour
Leans his head on your shoulder when you flirt with him - classic friend activity
You're such a great friend for tagging along to help out with all his shenanigans<3
But why are the people he's trying to negotiate getting so...chummy with you?
Now that won't do, he's the only one who's supposed to kiss your knuckles and sidle up to you
"What are you, grouchy, their boyfriend?"
"That is correct, so if you had any semblance of sense left, you'd step away from them."
Scaramouche:
First he thinks it's a joke; you're friends now, friends joke about these things, right?
Then he starts to suspect you're trying to pull a prank on him and break his heart like everyone else dear to him did; very funny, but he's figured it out so please stop
But when you insist it's not? He's still suspicious
It's like feeding a feral cat, you drop the food (your affection) a little bit in front of you and step back so he can inch forward and snatch it up before retreating, getting a teeny bit closer to you each time
He also finds comfort in you patting his head - ruffling his hair and the likes - not that he'd admit to it outright
But you'll find he's more willing to incline his head towards you, especially when you're in need of a little comfort
You'll probably never really notice just how hard he's fallen for you because he won't make it obvious, but know that anything you feel for him, he feels stronger
He scares himself with how much he adores you, how much vulnerability he shows you
And that's really the only way to know you've caught him hook, line, and sinker, because under no circumstances would he let himself be so bare before simply anyone
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