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angelfishe · 2 days ago

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>> 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Yandere genshin men x reader ( GODS AU ) Characters : diluc, kaeya, alhaitham, kaveh, zhongli, Childe, wriothesly, neuvilette.

The most desired goddess of them all, beloved and hated by many for their beauty. an ethereal being whose mere presence captivates mortals and gods alike. Your touch can inspire devotion, and your gaze alone has driven kingdoms to war. But among your admirers, a few stand out—gods who don’t just worship you, but obsess over you. Their love is consuming, possessive, and inescapable.

Inspired by Greek mythology, the reader is inspired by Aphrodite

DILUC ( GOD OF FIRE AND RETRIBUTION )

A god of fire who embodies both destruction and renewal. He is worshiped by warriors and those seeking revenge against the corrupt. His followers believe that while his flames burn away evil, they also cleanse and bring rebirth. Despite his cold demeanor, he deeply values justice and protection. Your husband in contract.

Diluc’s love is like an unrelenting flame—it burns fiercely, searing away anything that threatens to take you from him. He believes that only he can truly protect you from the dangers of the divine and mortal realms alike. If another god dares to court you, he will see it as an act of war. His devotion is suffocating; he would burn entire cities to the ground if it meant keeping you safe and by his side.

Diluc is not blind. He sees the way other gods look at you—with longing, desperation, even defiance. It infuriates him to no end. He already won you, already made you his. What more do they want? His flames burn with rage at the mere thought of someone trying to take you away. If anyone dares to overstep, he will make an example of them—turning his divine fury upon them until they are nothing but ashes.

"You don’t need them. You don’t need anyone but me. Why risk your heart with those who will only betray you? I will guard you, worship you, love you... even if I must destroy the world to do so."

KAEYA ( GOD OF DECEPTION AND SECRETS )

A mysterious and cunning god, known for his silver tongue and ability to manipulate fate. He is neither entirely good nor evil, often testing mortals with riddles and half-truths. His followers pray to him for guidance in uncovering secrets—or keeping them hidden. Some believe he knows the answers to the world’s greatest mysteries but only shares them for a price.

Kaeya doesn’t just love you—he owns you. Or at least, that’s how he sees it. His love is a twisted game where he ensures you’ll never escape him, even if it means lying, tricking, or breaking you. He whispers sweet words, poisons the thoughts of others who dare approach you, and ensures that no one but him truly understands you. If you try to resist, you’ll soon find that every path leads back to him.

Kaeya loves a challenge, and what’s more thrilling than stealing the Goddess of Love from her own husband? He knows Diluc watches him with fire in his eyes, but that only makes the game more enticing. He’s always near, offering honeyed words, whispering promises of a love sweeter than flames. Wouldn’t it be more exciting to run away, to escape with someone who truly understands you?

"Marriage is just a word… isn’t it. does marriage truly mean love? Or is it just another contract, another chain? If you ever find yourself bored with that brute I'll promise you a night of passion… you know where to find me"

ALHAITHAM ( GOD OF REASON AND KNOWLEDGE )

A god who values intellect above all, often challenging mortals to think for themselves rather than blindly follow others. His temples are filled with scholars and scientists seeking enlightenment.

Alhaitham does not believe in fate, yet his obsession with you defies all logic. He has studied every aspect of your existence, analyzed every interaction, and concluded one undeniable truth: you were meant to be his.

Your marriage to Diluc? An incorrect equation. A mistake. A flaw in the grand design. He is patient, methodical—unlike the others who act on impulse. He won’t challenge Diluc with brute force or desperate pleas. Instead, he will plant doubts, whisper truths, and dismantle the foundations of your love, piece by piece.

"Love is not about passion or fire—it is about compatibility, understanding, and permanence. And by all rational measures… he is not your match. I am."

KAVEH ( GOD OF ART AND ARCHITECTURE )

A passionate and emotional god who values artistic expression above all else. He blesses architects, poets, and dreamers, urging them to create beauty in a harsh world. However, he often struggles with his own perfectionism, torn between ideals and reality. His temples are among the most breathtaking structures in existence, filled with intricate designs and stories carved into stone.

you are a masterpiece—the ultimate muse, the divine inspiration that makes life worth living. His love is suffocating in a different way: he needs you. Without you, he is nothing. He would carve statues, build temples, and dedicate his very existence to you, no matter the cost. But his devotion is unstable—his jealousy and desperation lead him to tear down anything that threatens to steal your love from him.

To Kaveh, your marriage is an absolute heartbreak. He sees himself as the only one who can truly understand you, truly cherish you. He paints murals of you in secret, builds shrines in your honor, whispers prayers of devotion. Every word from his lips is drenched in longing.

"I could have built you a palace fit for a goddess… Instead, you are trapped in his cage of fire. If only you had chosen me…"

ZHONGLI ( GOD OF CONTRACT AND KING OF THE GODS )

A god-king who rules with both wisdom and an iron fist. Unlike his more passive form as the God of Contracts, an unyielding monarch who commands the earth itself. His laws are absolute, and defying him leads to destruction. It is said that mountains bow to his will, and the very ground trembles when he speaks.

Zhongli, the King of the Gods, does not ask for what he wants—he simply takes it. He has ruled over divinity for eons, shaping the heavens and earth to his will. And you? The Goddess of Love and Beauty? You are the only being who has ever tested his patience.

Your marriage to Diluc is a mistake, a flaw in destiny that he will correct. He has watched, waited, given you time to understand the inevitable truth: you were always meant to be his. Yet you continue to resist. It is almost amusing.

"Mortal concepts like marriage hold no power over gods like us, my dear. You belong to me, as you always have. It is not a matter of choice—it is divine law."

CHILDE ( GOD OF CHAOS AND WAR )

A god of endless battle, unpredictable and relentless. He tests warriors by dragging them into brutal conflicts, favoring those who fight with heart over those who fight with strategy. Despite his violent nature, he values family and loyalty above all else. His followers believe that the sound of crashing waves is his war drum, calling them to battle.

Love is a battlefield, and he is willing to fight for you. He has never backed down from a challenge, and your marriage to Diluc is simply another war to win. He constantly challenges Diluc, hoping to defeat him and claim you as his reward. His devotion is as violent as it is passionate.

He grows frustrated when you defend Diluc, but that only fuels his desire to prove himself. To him, you belong to the one who fights hardest for you.

"What’s a piece of paper and some vows compared to real devotion? When I carve my love into the battlefield, will you still deny me?"

WRIOTHESLY ( GOD OF THE UNDERWORLD AND DEATH )

A god who rules the underworld with an iron yet fair hand. He does not seek cruelty, but neither does he tolerate injustice. Those who are cast into his domain are given a chance to redeem themselves—but only if they prove their strength and integrity.

You are the warmth in his cold, dark domain, the one thing that can soften his hardened heart. Unfortunately his duties in the underworld has made great a divider between you and him being together, the last time he saw you was your wedding day with diluc and he watched from the shadows seeing the one he loved the most being taken.

He respects the contract between you and diluc but what about him, he always fantasizes being with you but now you're in the arms of someone else maybe if he could find ways to bind you towards him being unable to leave the underworld maybe that's the only way to finally have you.

"Mortals and gods alike fight for your love, but only I am willing to keep you safe—forever. Even death will not take you from me."

NEUVILETTE ( THE SOVEREIGN OF WATERS )

Neuvillette is not merely a god—he is the first water, the primordial ocean from which all things were born. When the heavens and earth were still divided, he existed as an endless sea, a formless deity whose essence gave life to rivers, rain, and the tears shed by mortals. Legends say that his very presence dictates the balance of the world—when he weeps, storms ravage the land; when he is calm, the seas turn to glass. He is justice incarnate, not in the way of laws, but in the way water finds its path, carving through mountains and drowning kingdoms alike.

As the Primordial God of Water, Neuvillette is not one to be ruled by fleeting emotions—or so he tells himself. He has existed since before time, before love itself was given a name. He has seen kings rise and fall, empires swallowed by the tides, and yet… When he learns that you, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, have chosen another, he does not rage like the others... He weeps.

Neuvillette does not hate your marriage. He does not fight it, nor does he curse it. But he watches. He waits. Because fire will always burn itself out. And when that day comes, he will be there—as he always has been, and always will be.

"You have only to step into the tide, and I will take you where you truly belong."

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angelic--kitty · 2 days ago

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hear me out.... bunny arle and fox reader...

im listening, but all i can think of then is bunny!arle dominating fox!reader and degrading them

like. she's pounding you with the strap, fluffy little tail twitching while you're on all fours for her. her claws pierce the skin of your hips while she ruts into you.

"for a predatory animal, you are far too easily subdued. how pathetic."

and, even if you tried to gain control back, she's stronger than you. oh, and smarter, too. she'll tie you up and muzzle you if you start to get mouthy with her. though, she actually doubts your sharp teeth and claws are really much use on you at all.

you're too docile and submissive. not very fox-like, if you ask her.

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degeneratewhores · 2 days ago

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OMG THERES A PART 3 😭😭🙏🙏 THANK YOU

Title: You didn't know what to do.

Character(s): Neuvillette (Genshin Impact)

Summary: Neuvillette asked you to go on a date with him on Valentine's day. Warnings/tags: Yandere, obsessive behavior, arranged marriage setting, one-sided love, unrequited love, unrequited pining, possessive behavior, angsty, 1.4k words

A continuation for: 1. There is no love here. 2. But he didn't want to let go.

It was something that was going to happen at one point as he walked through the streets and saw decorations with pink and red heart designs. With Valentine's just around the corner, there were advertisements for it everywhere. From delicious chocolates and fancy restaurants to lists of what you should get for your picky partner posters.

Neuvillette didn't care much about the event in the past, and you didn't care much for it either. The day was too busy most of the time to go out and actually have time for yourselves. It called for too much attention compared to if you were to go out together on other days. It wasn’t like there were any rumors that you and his relationship were having problems to fix. If anything, a lot of people use the two of you as a reference for a loving relationship.

Neuvillette changed after the day when he cried on your hand, begging you to love him. He became sensitive to everything humans and others do. He observed human closeness and open affection, wondering if he could have the same. Not necessarily in public, as he was not keen on kissing so violently in public, yet he envied the love between them, the affection openly held in their eyes as if in this world there was no one else but them. After all, he knew that the affection you held in your eyes was never the kind of love they had between themselves.

Yet he wanted that. He wanted it so much. He wanted you to look at him with those eyes, not only in front of others but also when you were alone in the house, just the two of you.

He wanted it so much that it was hard to concentrate on anything.

Are you free on February 14th?" Neuvillette asked as the two of you walked together in the park, your arm around his while he held your hand. People glanced at you and him, but most made sure not to stare too long, yet you could see that they were curious.

"Hmmm? I think so... I don't have any plans then. Why do you ask?"

"I reserved a table at the restaurant. I was hoping that you would join me." The fancy name of the restaurant made your eyes widen a little. While it was a restaurant you would sometimes go to, it wasn't really a place where you could just waltz in and hope to find a seat without a reservation. Most of the time, you need to book a month beforehand. On a day like Valentine's, though, it would be practically impossible, even if you did try to book six months before.

You were curious as to why he would go so far, yet when his hand held your tongue, his eyes with a smidge of panic, you just froze instead of nodding your head, telling him that you would go. You smiled at him, "Yes, I would love to go."

The next day, he gifted you an expensive dress and accessories, hoping that you would wear them that day. After that incident, he started to gift you more presents, material stuff that he picked himself while receiving the help of others. As you stared at the present that you were given by a Melusine, cheerfully telling you that it was from your husband, you didn't have the will to stop Neuvillette when so many times he looked at you so fearfully that you might decline his gifts.

It wasn't like in the past, back when you were newlyweds, when he wasn't sure how to care for a wife, and he bought everything that you touched. Yet at the same time, the gifts now felt more like a desperate plea not to leave him.

You had made sure to stay with him. After that day, Neuvillette moved your sleeping quarters to his. His tight hold around your waist as you moved your arms around his head and neck, whispering in his ear and combing through his hair. It seemed that he would become frightened if you didn’t, ridden with anxiety until you reassured him of your promise to never leave him.

You weren't sure what to do when your husband was so sensitive to anything related to you. You were startled by this change after hundreds of years of having a quiet and peaceful relationship. You could not help but wonder if this was the same person you first met a long time ago. You could not help but wonder if the person who sat in the middle of the courtroom was the same man who was obsessive and possessive in the privacy of your own home.

The Melusines didn't understand what was wrong. They commented that your relationship with Neuvillette was closer, while those who saw something dark in Neuvillette's heart chalked it up to him just having a bad day. Most were still learning about human emotions, and many wouldn't understand the mania inside the obsession. If anything, they thought he was stressed and needed to be with his wife when they saw the darkness inside fading just a little. They thought you were the key, if anything, to calm their father.

You looked at the collar brooch that you had commissioned: a blue teardrop with little orange and dark blue stones held by a gold frame. It was something that you were given by a Melusine on one of your walks. She told you that she found a beautiful rock and wanted to give it to you and Neuvillette. You had kept it for a long time along with the many gifts you were given by them in a box, finally taking it out when you found a way to make it into jewelry. Closing the case of the box, you took it with you, placing it in your bag to keep it hidden.

You are here… Are you ready?" Neuvillette asked, raising his arm to offer you his shoulder to hold onto. "Yes, I am," you told him, wearing the dress that he had given you. It was more expensive than what you usually wore. You weren't an extravagant spender, but you did have many clothes that a lot of people would dream of having. Heading to the restaurant, you kept your eyes in front of you, unable to look at him.

You knew he was looking at you…

“You look beautiful today…” Neuvillette whispered loud enough for you to hear. It was as if all the air left his lungs and he could barely say those words with what was left. “Thank you. You look handsome yourself.”

The question of why again circled in your mind as you wondered how this happened. Under his lovestruck eyes, you felt no more than a heavy burden.

You were confused... you didn't know how to handle the situation just yet when everything hit you all at once. You hesitated when you saw the hopefulness in his eyes whenever he looked at you or the envy and want as he looked at other couples. Yet the pain continued to hurt as he held onto you so tightly.

"I have a present for you," you told him in a soft voice. In the restaurant full of people, he chose a room for privacy. You pulled out a box from your bag and placed it on the table for him to reach. "Here, I hope you like it."

Thank you. May I open it now?" Taking the box, you saw the curiosity in his eyes, the hopeful look that you started to see so often now, but also a touch of affection. You let him, motioning that he was allowed to do so. You watched his eyes widen at the gift, slowly turning affectionate, and a slow smile spread across his lips.

The slight blush on his pale cheeks as he touched the stone with his hand made you think that it was okay, that he was actually fine and that this was going to be alright. His innocent expression as he looked at his gift in silence was something you were familiar with for a long time now, yet that was all taken away the moment he looked at you. The blush on his face darkened when he looked at you, and his eyes were dyed with love and obsession.

You couldn't move for a moment, unable to pull your eyes away from him. He looked happy. He looked for a moment content, yet at the same time, you realized that there was nothing more than this as the two of you would continue to spiral down to the depths of the ocean, drowning in want and love.

"Thank you."

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aestherin · 2 days ago

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I CAN SEE YOU

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fangdokja · 2 days ago

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♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 863

The sound of combat boots against the cold, concrete floor is deafening. Each step measured, a heavy footfall that echoes through the sterile air, reverberating in your chest. There’s no rush, no urgency—just the slow, deliberate approach of something inevitable. Like a predator closing in on wounded prey.

The room is dark. Dim, flickering light from an overhead fixture barely illuminates the sheer size of them. Massive bodies draped in fatigues, built like war machines—broad shoulders, thick arms, battle-worn hands. You can feel them watching, lingering in the shadows like specters, their silence more damning than words. They don’t need to speak. Their presence alone strips you of any illusion of control.

And then there’s him.

Towering. Monolithic. A force of nature rather than a man. His uniform strains against his size, thick veins pulsing down the length of his forearms as he peels off his gloves, finger by finger, each movement slow, meticulous—like he’s savoring the moment. His hands are massive, rough, scarred—meant for breaking, meant for war. And now, meant for you.

A gloved hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back so hard your scalp burns, your throat exposed to the cool air. You can’t see his face—not really. Just a shadowed silhouette, eyes that gleam like a predator’s in the dark.

“Look at you.” His voice is a thick, accented growl, Russian deep and rough, like gravel scraped across metal. The words drip with amusement, but there’s no warmth. Only cruelty. “So small. Fragile. How do you survive like this, hm? Pathetic.”

The air shifts—he’s closer now, heat radiating from his massive frame, suffocating in its intensity. A single hand spans your entire waist as he lifts you with effortless strength, manhandling you like a doll, throwing you onto the cold metal table. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, but before you can suck in a breath, you feel it—fabric tearing, ripped away like it was never meant to be there in the first place.

A pathetic sound leaves you—somewhere between a whimper and a gasp—but it only makes him chuckle, a deep, guttural rumble that vibrates through his chest.

“Shivering already?” His fingers trace the goosebumps across your bare skin, deceptively gentle. “Tch. Poor thing. You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

The others don’t move. They don’t intervene. They just watch, their faces unreadable, their silence absolute. There is no sympathy here. No mercy. Just cold, military precision.

And then you feel it.

The heat of him—pressed against your inner thigh, thick, hard, impossibly big. A slow, grinding roll of his hips smears slick precum against your skin, the sheer size of it making your stomach clench with something primal, something terrifying.

“You should see yourself, kroshka.” His hand wraps around your throat, fingers flexing just enough to feel the way your pulse flutters against his palm. “Trembling. Helpless. What is it? Hm? Too big for you?”

A broken sound escapes you, but it’s swallowed by the sharp intake of breath as he presses down on your stomach, mapping out your body like it belongs to him. When his grip shifts lower, spreading you apart with no care for your protests, there’s no buildup, no warning. Just the blunt, swollen head of his cock grinding against you, forcing you open, inch by merciless inch.

The stretch is unbearable. Your body resists, clenches down so tight it drags a low groan from him, something dark and primal. He doesn’t care. He forces it in anyway, splitting you open around the thick length of him, carving himself into you without hesitation. Pain blooms, a white-hot flare that leaves you gasping, shaking, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the unforgiving steel beneath you.

“Good girl.” His voice is thick with satisfaction, tinged with mockery. “Feel that? That’s a real man inside you.”

His hips snap forward, brutal, knocking the breath from your lungs. The metal beneath you groans with each thrust, each devastating drag of his cock splitting you open further, molding your insides to his size. A heavy hand presses against your stomach, his grip firm, possessive.

“Look at that.” He chuckles, pressing down just enough to feel himself bulging inside you. “I can see myself in you, kroshka. You were made for this, da?”

Tears blur your vision, spill down your cheeks, but he doesn’t slow down. If anything, it only makes him crueler. His hand fists in your hair again, wrenching your head back so he can murmur against your ear, voice thick with amusement.

“Crying already?” He tuts, shaking his head. “So weak. What am I to do with such a fragile little thing?”

Every thrust is punishing, relentless. The wet slap of skin against skin fills the room, drowning out your ragged, choked sobs. Your body shakes with the force of it, muscles trembling, nerves raw from the overwhelming stretch of him. He doesn’t stop. He won’t stop. Not until he’s had his fill, not until he’s wrung every last sound from your throat, not until he’s made you take everything he has to give.

“You will thank me when I’m done,” he growls, a promise, a threat. “I will make sure of it.”

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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks

Arcane: Jayce

Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi

Boku no Hero Academia: Endeavor

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A

Death Note: N/A

Demon Slayer: Sanemi Shinazugawa

DC: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne

Dishonored Series: N/A

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Haikyuu!!: Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsurou Kuroo

Honkai Star Rail: Blade, Boothill, Nanook

How to Live as an Illegal Healer: N/A

Hunter x Hunter: Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind of Talent: N/A

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Kill The Hero: N/A

Love and Deepspace: N/A

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: N/A

MONSTER: N/A

Naruto Shippuden: Hidan, Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man: Suiryu

Reverend Insanity: N/A

TOUCHSTARVED: Vere

Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Nightmare! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Undertale Chara

Wuthering Waves: Brant, Scar

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starless-nightz · 2 days ago

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Arlecchino being protective of her wife! Reader PLEASEEEEE

Arlecchino being protective of wife! reader

note -> If only she was real WHY CAN'T SHE AND MAFUYU BE REALLLL???!!

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, mentions of trauma, slight jealousy, she's just a big puppy.

Arlecchino is a quite protective lover. She would always keep an eye on you, even having one of her agents follow you around to keep you safe just incase, she does not plan losing you anytime soon.

Whenever you two are out together she would have a gentle yet protective hand around your waist and whispering into your ear, making sure that everyone knows that you're hers and she's yours.

Arlecchino has a habit of standing slightly in front of you in crowded places, subtly shielding you from prying eyes. If anyone dares to stare too long, she shoots them a sharp look that has them scrambling away in seconds.

She is not the jealous type. Arlecchino trusts you completely but she can't help but want to rip someone's head from their body whenever someone is flirting with you. She won’t make a scene, but the way she wraps an arm around your waist and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your temple? Yeah, that’s a warning.

Arlecchino is surprisingly very affectionate in private. She loves having her arms around you and kissing you, but she would be more cold and distant when the children are around, but the expression on her face when she looks at you says everything.

She can’t sleep unless she knows you’re okay. Even if she comes home late from a mission, she’ll check on you first—tucking the blanket around you, brushing a hand over your hair. If you stir, she’ll just whisper for you to go back to sleep, kissing your forehead.

Arlecchino has lost many people over the years, even her first and closest friend, so even though she might not show it she is scared of losing you so it's no wonder why she she is protective of you.

If anyone ever tries to insult or disrespect you, Arlecchino doesn’t raise her voice. She simply steps forward, tilts her head, and smiles—a slow, dangerous kind of smile. The offender usually backtracks immediately.

Arlecchino loves wrapping you up in her coat on cold days. It’s comically large on you, but she just smirks and pulls you close, kissing your temple as she wraps her arms around you.

At the end of the day, she’s just a lovesick puppy who melts under your touch. No matter how ruthless she is to the rest of the world, the second you cup her face and press a kiss to her forehead, she closes her eyes and exhales like you’re the only thing keeping her grounded.

#arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact

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faramore-drafts · 2 days ago

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❤️.❤️

So far your limit is twenty, but you're sure you can go higher. That's the amount of kisses you can pepper to Wanderer’s cheek while he reads his book before he presses a cold palm to your face to push you away. Typically, he's muttering words of distaste, about how such acts are unbefitting a library, and of course, that you're bothering him and should go elsewhere.

With that being said, he doesn't stop you the next day when you choose to sit down next to him and begin your daily ritual, or the next or the next. If anything, he seems to always have a seat open and ready for you, lips pursed into his usual pout as he slowly flips through his pages, pretending to ignore your presence. You'll always take that unoccupied seat and begin your little tradition of kissing his warm, blushing cheeks. Exactly twenty, that's how many he'll allow.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #x reader #wanderer imagines

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diz-eaze · 2 days ago

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GOLDEN BOY. (yandere! childe x female reader)

; childe is freaky here :sweat:... written during 2023, modern au, suggestive content.

; Childe is an annoyance.

YOU KNOW Childe, or at the very least, you're aware of his existence. It's hard not to, with the way your peers spill and sing praises for him, honoring him like an angel sent from the heavens above.

Childe, sometimes referred to as Tartaglia, is the golden boy of your school - the embodiment of boyish charm and a cookie-cutter definition of being a 'Jock'. As far as you know, he plays for your high school basketball team, tall height and all.

Truly, it's hard to not be aware of who he is. Not when your friends' conversations orbit around him, not when the cheers of your school gymnasium are so deafeningly loud with the way they chant his time when he scores, and certainly not when your best friend herself is related to him - his cousin from his mother's side.

She doesn't speak of him much, only dropping his name and information about him when absolutely necessary - but they have a nice relationship if her avid support for his games is enough to tell. Sometimes, she tries to coax you into attending them, but you always refuse.

Sports has never interested you in any way, shape, or form - you don't even know the rules of Basketball, so what makes her think that you'll understand what would happen on the court? You'd rather spend your free time on something you enjoy doing.

And your dear best friend, Mila, is understanding enough. You have no interest in sports, you don't care for your school's basketball team, which by extension means you don't care enough for her cousin. She wishes you well with a tight hug goodbye and you part ways until the next time.

On a few occasions, she'll text you during the game when she's hyped up - a blurry picture of her cousin's shoot, a selfie of her grinning with her ginger hair matted from sweat, a panorama shot of the audience, really, whatever she can capture on her phone is what she sends.

This time, it's a selfie with her cousin after their game. Childe is soaked in sweat and wearing a victorious grin, with Mila cheekily smiling at the camera. A clean victory by your school, you surmise. In response, you reply back with a heart emoji - the orange one, her favorite.

You're not interested in Childe enough to get to know him, as you're sure your tastes in media and music alone are different enough. He just happens to be a cousin to your best friend, but that's where your connection to him draws the line. Despite Mila's subtle efforts to get you to befriend him, it's always turned down.

You prefer your friend group small and tight-knit.

And that's all there is to it.

So when you end up encountering him at your school's local convenience store at 2 AM in the morning, you're unsure of what to make of it.

His back is turned on you, his ginger locks move with his entire body as he scrummages through the freezer section all while humming a familiar pop song that's heard on radios. You think of completely ignoring him until he pays for his stuff and leaves, but the worry of being perceived as a snob and reported back to Mila lingers in the back of your mind.

And unluckily enough, there's no Mila around you to save you from an awkward social encounter.

You mentally groan. You really, really don't want to talk to random dimwits.

So you settle with your second option; hiding in one of the aisles and pray to the Celestia above that he's not familiar with you, hoping that he doesn't even know you. You pretend to busy yourself by comparing potato chip bags with other competitors, even letting out expressions of faux interest and nodding along in approval.

'How interesting, staring at a potato chip's logo for minutes straight,' You think. Vaguely, you note that his scrummaging still hasn't stopped, just what is he looking for in that freezer? Can't he just take one item (or several) and go?

You don't know how long you can endure standing around like some NPC, your patience is wearing incredibly thin. In fact, your sanity is on the brink of collapse - you still haven't finished watching that Netflix TV show back in your dorm room. You only went out to fulfill your cravings, damn it.

A few minutes later, you stop inspecting the potato chips and sigh. You admit defeat. Whatever happens, happens. You truly doubt he knows you, you're probably just one of the million faces that he comes across in his everyday life. With that thought, you grab a drink to accompany your potato chips.

Just take your items to the counter and flee like a raccoon into the night, easy.

You fall into line, just behind a heavily pregnant lady carrying a pack of diapers. Your hands itch to pry open the bag of chips already, but you persist. It's best eaten during a dramatic episode and in the comfort of your mattress.

The sound of muted footsteps approaches your general direction and it's not long before a new voice speaks up.

"Oh! I didn't think I'd see you around here, miss!"

Irritation and dread mix together and pool at the bottom of your stomach, it seems your expression has shifted as the ginger-haired man barks out a jovial laugh.

"What's with that expression, Miss!?" He jests, moving to elbow you but you just move out of the way - not fond of strangers touching you.

Schooling your facial features into one of complete neutrality, you turn to address him. "Didn't expect to see you too." And you mean it.

The pregnant lady finishes paying for her items and it's finally your turn. Unceremoniously, you drop the junk food onto the counter and pretend to busy yourself once more by watching the employee ring up each one.

"Hey," He waves an arm around at your side.

"Hellooo, miss?" He drawls out, tilting his head left and right. It's kind of cute, you'll admit. He looks like a fox or a golden retriever.

But you have no time to entertain him, not when the employee just finished up bagging your times - leaving you to your last course of action; run after paying.

And you do just that, you break out into a sprint with a hurried, "Please keep the change."

You ignore the cries of your name from that dreaded ginger man, and you're surprised to find that he knew who you are - perhaps Mila had talked to him about you and showed a few pictures on occasion.

Still, you continue on running in thought that he may have done the same as soon as he paid for his items. When you return back to your dorm room, you unintentionally shut the door with a loud noise and you wince. You hope that didn't wake up Mila.

You're exhausted now, sweat drips from your unathletic body, and you need a shower badly. Curse you, Childe.

At least Mila will have an interesting story to hear from you when the sun rises.

It seems that the moment you encountered Childe inside that convenience store, your entire life's axis had been turned upside down since then. Now, Childe sticks to Mila and you whenever there's free time.

Mila doesn't mind, of course, she doesn't - he's her relative. But you do, you're bothered by him. Very much so.

You prefer to live life quietly and with no fuss - opting to just listen to music up on the rooftop as you leisurely eat your meal and enjoy the scenery of the light blue skies. Often times you and Mila spend lunchtime separated from each other as she prefers to socialize.

But Childe, basketball player, expert annoyance, the golden boy of your high school. So, so infuriating. So absurdly annoying that he follows you up to the rooftop (as opposed to joining his cousin) with a huge grin and imaginary flowers surrounding him - treating this like a joyous field trip.

You have to hold back the profanities that threaten to tumble from your mouth - you must remain civil, no matter how much he gets under your skin.

Childe is the very antithesis of your being - he's loud, upbeat, friendly, and touchy-feely.

He is everything that you are not - he takes your world for a spin and you don't like it. You hate the peace in your routine being disrupted, you hate seeing change in your life - you loathe meeting new people.

"What's your lunch today, Miss (Y/N)?" Childe calls out from behind you. He's wearing his jersey jacket and his orange hair is all tussled from the wind of the rooftop.

"...Dunno." You dully respond and shrug, sitting down near the edge. He follows you without hesitation, even sitting right next to you with a questionable amount of distance.

"And stop calling me miss." You add on as an afterthought, digging into your meal, ignoring his awed expression at the neat arrangement.

"huh, why not?" He questions you, opening up his lunchbox that reveals neatly packed sandwiches - reminding you that he's a foreigner, not a native to your country.

You pause your chewing to answer, "Because it's unnecessary."

"Why?" He whines out, dramatically falling to the ground as he clutches his sandwich.

"We're the same age." You deadpan, completely fed-up, and drained of his energy. You were not built to handle his hyperactive behavior.

"Am I not allowed to show respect now?" He pouts, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"Respect for what?" You ask, reaching out for your water bottle.

He smirks as if he caught you in his trap. He sits back up, getting close to you (you grimace). "Respect for a pretty girl, 'f course."

"...Yuck."

Not a month into his presence in your life, and you already feel like lashing out.

You hate him, you truly do. You want to take him by the throat and choke him until he can't breathe so you don't have to listen to his integrating voice ever again. You want to hinder his career as some uprising basketball player. You want to drag his reputation into the mud - you want to see him suffer and humiliate for all the annoyance he's brought into your life.

Stupid, irate jock who thinks he's hot shit. Some loser who deems it to be appropriate to act buddy-buddy with a schoolmate who he just saw at the convenience store. A petty boy thinking he owns the school - so, so annoying. It makes your blood boil.

How can Mila be related to someone like him?

Your grip on your water bottle tightens, and you struggle to keep your composure.

It's fine, you suppose.

It's not like he'll stick around for much longer.

Next month, surely, he'll be gone by then - too swarmed by academics and sports to remember to bother you.

Surely.

You never thought of yourself to become a criminal, it's just pointless and a hassle to get behind bars. But, as you stare blankly into the eyes of the sheepish ginger man rubbing the nape of his neck, you feel like this might be your best chance at becoming a murderer.

Vaguely, you register your hands shaking from sheer rage. It feels like there's cotton in your ears, you're struggling to hear what Childe - rather, Ajax - is trying to say. You think he's apologizing with the way his lips are moving, but you can't be sure.

Your tired eyes scan the surroundings, ignoring him completely.

From the mess on the ground, somewhere there, you know there's a pair of scissors - sharp enough to cut, sharp enough to stab, and sharp enough to wound. It's sharp.

You remember that same pair of scissors being used for that damned art project - the same one that Ajax just ruined. You spent days, weeks, and months perfecting and enduring the art project with him as your partner. Yet, it seems it's all for naught as it all comes tumbling down to the ground just a week before the deadline.

You know there isn't enough time to recreate it, and now, your grades are at stake. You're torn between laughing or crying at the sheer frustration of it all.

Taking a step closer, you continue to stare intently at the scissors. You take another step forward, and another. Then another. You bend down, still not registering the words Ajax is currently spewing out, and you pick up the scissors.

Inspecting it, you notice there's tape residue left on the blades, along with the smallest bits of paper stuck to it - just another reminder of your hard work that amounted to nothing.

Days staying up until late at night just to tweak some parts, the amount of lunch times skipped just so you can work on your joining project, the willpower it took just to be cordial with golden boy Childe.

You glance down at the pile of mess, Ajax had hastily entered your room - completely missing your warnings and exclamations of caution - and ended up tripping on the entire project. Now, all that's left are mangled pieces that can never be glued back together.

A mess that can't be submitted.

You stare back down at the pair of scissors in your possession.

You slowly blink.

Scissors are good, but you prefer a box cutter more.

You haphazardly let go of the scissors, letting them hit the ground with a dull thud.

Almost robotically, you maneuver toward one of the drawers in your room - one where you know the box cutter is stored. You walk past Ajax who's still spewing out utter nonsense and you hold back the urge to just choke him to death.

Patience is key.

You rummage through each drawer until your hands grasp the familiar handle of your box cutter - a pretty shade of yellow with the blade just recently replaced. You slide the handle until most of the blade is peeking out, glinting against the light in your room.

A minuscule smile carves itself into your face.

It's showtime, might as well enjoy your first act of crime before you're caught.

You turn around, hiding the box cutter behind your back and you start walking toward Ajax. His words are finally starting to make sense, as if the cotton in your ears earlier has been removed and instead replaced with the foreboding feeling of euphoria that's yet to come.

"...-ey? (Y/N)? Look, I'm really sorry, okay? I'll make it up to you! I swe-!"

Ajax doesn't get to finish his sentence before you lunge at him and straddle him to the ground, pressing the blade of the box cutter right up against his neck. Your thighs wrap around his waist and your other hand harshly tugs at his orange hair.

"Shut up," You sneer, pressing the blade deeper. You stare into his blue eyes, noting that his pupils are enlarged with a red flush tinting his cheeks.

"Shutupshutupshutupshutup- you're so annoying. I've endured you for months now and that's all you have to say? I had to deal with your bullshit and this is what I get?"

Unexpectedly, he moans.

Drawn out and filled with pleasure, it caught you off guard and you lean back to scrutinize him. Just then, you feel a hardness pressing up against your ass and the way his face is contorted into a state of utter bliss. He's acting like this is heaven on earth - to be threatened and pinned down to the floor of your bedroom.

You know you should stop, especially if this does nothing but arouse him - but you're too far angry to let this chance go by - you've been yearning for payback. You lean back down, closer to his ear this time to whisper,

"...Are you seriously getting off to this? What the actual fuck?" He frantically nods, bopping his head up and down. You press the blade in deeper, close to marking his skin and it gets him going even more.

He's insane, you realize. You breathlessly laugh, not expecting him to be this deranged.

"You're such a pervert Childe, did you plan this? Did you want me to kill you on my bedroom floor? Do you get off on the thought of me slicing your neck open right now? Does it get your dick hard that bad?"

He's panting now, desperately grinding his erection against the curve of your ass - desperate to get any friction. "Ajax, it's Ajax," He corrects, moaning even more when you shove two of your fingers into his mouth to shut him up. But he's undeterred. "Mm, planned this from 'ta start, wanted you 'so badly since forever."

"Really?" You prod, creating a shallow cut across his neck, letting beads of blood scatter the surface of his skin. He moans harder, groaning and panting as you shove your fingers deeper into his mouth. Wanting a response, you briefly retrieve your fingers to let him formulate a response.

Drool spills from the corner of his mouth, occasionally mingling with the blood on his neck. It's messy. He pants harshly, gathering his bearings. "Yeah," He breathes out, grinding harder. "I bribed 'ta professors into being your, ah, partner. Purposely walked into your room to ruin the project so we-" He groans, letting his head thump against the floor as you drag the blade to his chest. "-we can spend more time together. I wanted to steal your panties and bra today when you're out of your room. Wanted you since forever, want you 'so bad 'm going insane."

"Wanted you since I saw you in Mila's tagged posts."

"...Huh." You huff out, amused. "That far back, wow."

You gently slice through his clothes, exposing his toned but scarred chest. Lightly, you trace along his muscles using the blade.

He nods, "Yeah, wanna be your dog. I wanna be your pet. Want you to attach me to a leash and call me a good boy,"

You hum, undeterred by his furious humping - you don't care if he cums or not. "I don't know, maybe come up with our art project before the deadline and I'll think about it."

"Please, I'll do anything." He whimpers, groaning when you grip his face.

"Deal?"

"Deal."

You hate him, you truly do.

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ordowrites · 2 days ago

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cw: yandere, possessive behavior, afab reader, power imbalance, spanking ment. (arle), hinted kidnapping, hinted imprisonment pet names, unhealthy relationships, mdni.

characters: arlecchino, scaramouche, diluc.

minors and blank blogs dni.

Diluc stares at you in a way you can't describe - those red eyes of him make your skin prickle as you adjust the tille on your dress and play with sleeves that flare out to give you a floral look. (Though you think you look like fire, because it's red and you're beginning to hate the color). You watch as his lips thin into a line as that red gaze looks down to where your chest is more noticeable before glancing back up.

Your heart pounds in your chest as he strides over to you, long legs breaking the distance. You want to run - you didn't want to be here.

When he parts his lips to speak, you flinch, expecting the worst.

"How beautiful you look, my love." You're sure he was going to say something else, with that expression on his face. His hands rest at your hips and you wonder about burning this dress the same way you did your wedding dress (pawning it off for mora would be impossible). "However."

"However...?" you prompt, growing concern. Tonight is already ruined and you were hoping maybe, for a moment, you could have some fun.

Diluc clearns his throat, his hand working up to the low cut but tasteful part of the dress and tugs it. He can get a nice eyeful of your breasts, but not too much. It is conservative but fashionable. "However," he continues, voice raspy now, face reddening a bit. "Must it be so...revealing?"

"You are the one who chose this dress." You point out. Because this rich people party is required for you to attend, and you don't want to go through another however long it will take to choose an acceptable dress. "So I am going to wear it."

Even though you'd like it if it were another color, you think to yourself.

Diluc lets out a breath through his nose - choosing to concede and letting his hands concede. No doubt nobody needs to see the tycoon and his unwilling wife argue today. If you argued, he'd have to claim hysterical and there would be more gossip.

"If you say so, my love." he says, weakly. "But if I feel you are receiving too much attention or -" Too much attention means you're talking to unapproved people, you mentally add on. "you are behaving inappropriately, you will be retired for the night."

Diluc controls many things in your life and you're more than surprised he conceded so easily. Perhaps the argument just was not worth it.

For now.

The dress feels nice with the growing heat of the summer, the cool breeze that comes off the sea helps relieve some of the worst feelings of being hot - though you consider jumping in or hiding in one of the ships, until you consider whose eyes might be on you and the color of your favorite summer dress.

Had been your favorite summer dress.

The familiar soft click of heels that make you tense and shudder approach.

"Good afternoon, you look much like a flower today." Arlecchino is still able to make you feel as if you're in the dead of winter and not in the height of Fontaine's summer. "Were you not supposed to stay with in the city, little flower?"

Affectionate nicknames are not her thing - you are in trouble.

"I wandered," you lie. "It is merely the docks, and the sea is so beautiful today." She is always so composed but the Knave looks at you dead in the eyes and you have to look away. "Am I needed elsewhere?"

"No." comes the answer. "But perhaps return now before you get hurt."

By you or by them? you wonder as you don't fight how her hand goes to your hip and she guides you away from the docks, none of the sailors pay you any attention.

"Since you wish to run off without permission, I suppose we can spend a little time outside today." Alrecchino's tone is a warning and you can already feel the sting of her palm against your skin. "Don't think of this as a reward, but merely a mercy. It is quite nice and cabin fever is no fun."

Her nails dig into the flesh of your hips.

"But do remember you are in trouble." You nod weakly. "I do like this dress on you. Perhaps you should wear it out more. Much better than your usual choices."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Good girl." And you are forced into compliance as she leads - not guides - you home. You can't help but glance over your shoulder, hungry to escape to the sea and leave Fontaine. But there is no place in Teyvat where her claws won't reach.

"What are you wearing?" Scaramouche demands with annoyance as you finally grace him with your presence that evening. It's nothing revealing - oh no, you want to annoy him, not get hurt.

"Clothes."

"You should wear the clothes more befitting of your station. Did the servants not choose something better for you?"

"They did." You answer as you survey the food on the table. Your stomach grumbles. You're hungrier than usual, but he worked you to the bone today. His expression tells you that he's not unhappy but he has to make a coniption anyways. "I was running behind, My Lord. Why make you wait for all the ribbons and ties to be done when this is just as nice and lovely but quick?"

You aren't wrong but there's just one thing -

"And, My Lord, you have impeccable taste in fashion."

You grin when you see a bit of red dust his skin. He clears his throat.

"Whatever. Just - just eat." You've won this round, quite peacefully, too. Normally, he says more words but when you compliment him - rarely - you can sway him as best as you can. The mental tally is updated in your head and you thank him for his benevolence and forgiveness before beginning to eat yourself.

But he doesn't eat - his cheeks still red as he stares at you, watching. Studying.

"I suppose you do look good in my clothes." he says, after awhile. "Don't make this a habit."

"Of course not, Lord Scaramouche."

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anantaru · 9 hours ago

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diluc + face sitting 🙏

w. face sitting, fem! reader, oral (fem! receiving), diluc moans a lot <3

had diluc ever truly known how it felt to experience a touch before this? or had he only ever imagined it, right, how it'll taste, how you taste, how you rub yourself against his mouth greedily as his hand curves over your thigh to play with your throbbing clit— obviously knowing him he's especially mindful about it, not wanting to fasten your orgasm too quickly as he evens out the flicks of his tongue with the squeezes of his fingers on you.

and now, here you were— real and exposed, quite tangible indeed, pressing into his face with a relished softness that undid him more than any battle ever could. the man quivers under you, shamelessly moaning into your sopping cunt as he braces himself for more, his other hand squeezing into the flesh of your thigh as he presses you against his lips deeper.

oh he wants you so fucking much, doesn't he? how it practically shatters him by the way you grind against his tongue— his fluffy hair splayed out on the pillows as he gazes up at you through under his soaked lashes— and archons above, his dick was already so big showing in his boxers, but as you unravel above him, fucking into his mouth deeper and deeper, he begins to whimper, almost as loudly as you were, the massive outline of his dripping dick twitching under the fabric as he sucks into your folds, letting go of your roughened flesh over and over with a pop.

the sheer warmth of your cunt exposed his true thinking, his clawing grunts and brittle whines burning through the careful distance he had placed between himself and the world, and yet he couldn't pull away from you.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #diluc x you

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evangelin3 · 1 day ago

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I got Capitano brainrot😗

omg I liked your last capitano fic so much🥹🥹 maybe you can do nsfw alphabet with him? thank you:3

Capitano smut alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first, Capitano leans back against the pillow with a soft groan, trying to catch his ragged breath. His arms are tightly clasped around you, holding you close as he kisses the top of your head. He prefers to just lie quietly with you for a while, and then he’ll carry you to the shower. His favorite thing to do is sit with you in the warm water and gently lather your back with some sweet-smelling gel. He also loves it when you help him wash his hair, the feeling of your soft fingers sliding through his strands is so comfortable that he practically falls asleep every time you do it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The Captain is the type of man who loves absolutely everything about his woman, but if he had to choose one thing, it would be your tummy. He loves to put his head on your lap and bury his nose in your tummy after long missions. He also likes to run his big and cold fingers over your tummy, teasing you on purpose and not going lower, where you crave his touch the most. He loves when you impatiently grab his hand and put it between your legs, squeezing him tightly there.

In himself, Capitano loves his hands. They are big, strong, and can easily make your legs tremble in 2 minutes, and oh, there is nothing more pleasant for him than to first make you weak from his hands, and then carry you to the bathroom on those same hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Capitano is a very responsible man, he will not cum anywhere without your consent. If you want him to be in protection, he will definitely be, but to be honest, doing it inside satisfies him more, but don't worry, Captain is a man who will not run away from responsibility, so if you get pregnant from him, he will only be happy to become a father.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

He is not the type of man who will use girls for one night. He didn't have time to think about relationships before, so I dare to assume that he has no experience. Of course he had little intrigues with women, but it never came to sex.

He does not really know what he is doing, he just does what he thinks is right, closely watching your reaction to know whether things are going well or badly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Capitano is a pretty simple man, he prefers traditional positions like missionary. He likes to be in control, so being on top suits his nature. He likes to throw your leg over his shoulder to make the angle of penetration even deeper, or to gently hold your hands above your head so that you can't cover your embarrassed face or your mouth.

G = Goofy (are they more serious at the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

At first, he will be very serious. His main goal is to satisfy you. The first few times, he will be serious because of his own inexperience and fear of hurting you, but even as his experience increases, he will not become more relaxed. He is simply not used to showing much emotion, and you will have to talk to him about it, and then he will try to be less serious during this.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Capitano doesn’t see much need for daily shaving, and he doesn’t bother much about it. The hair on his partner's body is also not a problem for him, and if one day you suddenly tell him how tiring it is to shave every day, he will simply raise an eyebrow and look at you blankly.

"-…Then why are you doing it? I mean... Doesn't everyone have hair there..."

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is not the most gentle person, but he tries very hard. Long years of training and battles made him a very closed person who is not used to taking off his tight facade in front of everyone, but he will try to learn to be more romantic. His care and love is more likely to be shown in actions than in words. For example, changing dirty bed linen after you make love, or helping you wash up+ changing you into clean clothes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He didn’t really do this before, since then any physical intimacy even with himself seemed to him to be something not particularly necessary. But then, as the relationship with you progressed, he realized that this is a pretty good way to relieve tension and it is generally pleasant. So, like any other man, he does it. He just never devotes you to the details of this. It happens that the longing for you during long missions becomes so aching that he has to touch himself, imagining that you are here with him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

As I said. Capitano is a simple man, and he prefers to do it traditionally on the bed. He doesn’t really want to risk his status, and just the possibility of being caught in such a position doesn’t really pleasant to him, so doing it at home for him is the best solution.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You don't really have to do anything to get you going. Capitano is always hungry, but he won't admit it. He likes it better when you pull him into bed, because sometimes he finds himself getting turned on too often. It's not that it embarrasses him, it's more that it makes him think he's forcing you, but when you drag him into the bedroom yourself, it turns him on even more.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Something that involves pain. The Captain knows he's big and strong, and the thought of accidentally overdoing it and hurting you while doing it drives him crazy.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There's nothing more beautiful in the world than the nervous nibbling of your lip and the trembling of your thighs as his tongue deftly circles your sensitive bundle of nerves. The way your thighs squeeze his head between them makes his cock press hard against the fabric of his pants. He throws your leg over his shoulder as his fingers slide from your entrance between your labia, feeling like he could cum just from the look of you needing him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He'll go slow at first, giving you time to get used to the pace. Once you've more or less spread out around him, he'll go harder, but not faster. Capitano prefers sensual sex, trying to enjoy every moment with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He prefers more full-on sex, with foreplay, a relaxed atmosphere, and the likelihood that he won't be disturbed. But if you're really needy, he won't mind doing it. If he wants it, the Captain will rather wait until you get home.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The Captain can go as long as he wants. He just never wants to burden you with it too much, so don't try to find out where his limit is. He'll be hungry for you forever.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not really into this, but if you bring a toy into the house, he might be willing to try it. He'll probably like handcuffs to finally prevent you from covering your face and mouth during this.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Depends on the situation. Normally, he might be willing to stretch out your pleasure a bit, not letting you cum until he thinks you've asked him nicely enough. But if he's coming home from a long mission, there's no teasing. He's been waiting too long and he needs you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The Captain is quite reserved during this, and the only thing that comes out of his mouth is quiet groans. This is rather because he is not used to being emotional, so he needs time to stop holding it in.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

It is quite big and thick. With a bright pink tip. (sorry, I don’t know what else to write here😭)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before, he didn’t feel any desire for sex at all, and probably the amount of excitement and desire that he feels now is all accumulated over those years when he didn’t experience it, well, or rather didn’t notice it. But now… He feels like a wild animal, especially after a long separation from you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

For Capitano, the most important thing is to make sure that you fall asleep first. He tries to make up for his taciturnity with actions. He will put a glass of water on your nightstand, fluff your pillow so that it is softer, and wrap you in a blanket. He will stroke your back and kiss your forehead until you fall asleep, and only then will he fall asleep himself.

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Can I pretty please, and oh so kindly, and only if it's okay, request for soft smut scene with Arlecchino? I love your headcanons about her when her wife is pregnant and even after giving birth... So I can't help but fantasize about Arlecchino making sweet love to her wife a couple of weeks after she recovers from childbirth? Thank you so much, and I hope you keep creating and sharing your beautiful brainchildren. 🥹🥰

birds of a feather.

pairing: arlecchino x fem!reader

cw: fingering, arles fat dick, soft sex omg, pathetic lesbian arlecchino who cheered, so much fluff it‘ll make you throw up, body worship, breeding because one child with her ain‘t enough, uhmmm slight lactation kink- WHO SAID THAT.

anon you GOT me with that ask. like straight up grabbing me by the throat with it. bless you.

word count: 2.2k

you breathed out a sigh laced with exhaustion as you pulled your dirty shirt over your head. turns out having a baby throw up over you right after getting off the breast isn‘t the most pleasant experience.

your eyes lingered on your body a bit too long. the stretch marks on your tummy along with the loose skin from your baby belly were enough evidence of the childbirth you put yourself through a little over six months. luckily it wasn‘t as bad as some stories made it out to be, but those 36 hours of labor were… something. ten fingers weren‘t enough to count how often you told your husband to shut up even tho she tried her best to relieve you. wiping your forehead with a cool cloth, helping you walk the stairs of your manor up and down which was… embarrassing with an entire team of midwives and doctors watching your every step. but overall you did amazing.

parenthood was… scary might be the wrong term but it was definitely new territory for the both of you. even arlecchino. she could handle toddlers, teenagers and young adults, that‘s what she has been doing for the last ten years after all, but a newborn? which she gets to call her own? the baby you nurtured in your belly for nine months? cut her some slack, she is doing the best she can. you aren‘t even allowed to get up during the night if she isn‘t hungry. it is always your husband changing her diapers and soothing her back to slumber so incredibly fast that you start wondering if she isn‘t feeding the baby benadryl.

you looked up to the door being opened by none other than arlecchino, bloody eyes immediately landing on your exposed upper body before they drove up to your face. she visibly swallowed.

„she… just fell back asleep.“, her mouth was slightly left open as she closed the door behind her. she couldn‘t quite tear her gaze off of you and that meant something. she wasn‘t being awkward when you breastfed, nor did she even mention the topic of intimacy for the last months but now… she did look quite caught off guard.

„you are staring, honey…“

the harbinger slightly shook her head, averting her eyes as she walked over to your shared bed.

„my apologies. i didn’t intend to cause any unease for you. but…“, with her back turned to you, you failed to see how she had to bite her lower lip. and how she was practically clawing into her pants.

„but you look ravishing.“

you stayed silent as you watched your husband get back into bed. heart pounding against your ribcage, threatening to set out a beat or two. it has been a while since those x‘s have been filled with anything else other than love and affection. the moment was short lived but you did catch that glimmer of lust flying over her face.

„ravishing you say…?“, you let your sleepwear drop to the floor as you made your way over to her and god the way her eyes where quite literally fucking you already.

„what do you think you‘re doing?“, she didn’t quite know where to look. your swollen breasts? your tummy and the marks stretching over the skin? or your beautiful face? it‘s not often that the knave is having a hard time with making decisions.

„you… looked like you wanted to have a closer look…“

„ma cherié, please cover yourself up- i don’t want you to walk around with your bare chest for my sake.“, grabbing the cardigan that was resting on your side of the bed before she handed it over to you, trying to ignore just how hard she already was from merely looking at you.

„why, don’t you like what you are seeing…? i know i gained some weight during pregnancy a-and my stomach is also hanging a bit loose…“, you did feel your heart sink at the thought of being unattractive to her. especially after what you put your body through.

arlecchino only stared at you in disbelief of what you just said. as if you just slapped her right across the face. the disbelief in her eyes seemingly growing with each moment that passed.

„i strongly detest such accusations. infact, i have never found you more beautiful…“, her hand gently clasped your arm in her grip as she tugged you onto her lap, „yet i don‘t want you to feel obligated to show yourself off to me. you… gave birth. you bore my child. i want things to move at your pace and if i ever gave you a different impression then i deeply apologize for that. it wasn‘t my inten-“, she halted mid-sentence when you moved her hand over to your tits until she cupping you in her palm.

„we are very much moving at my pace, my dear husband… do you have any idea how difficult it is to watch you do literally anything lately…?“, you noticed her lips part as her hand gave you a soft squeeze, dragging a moan right out of you.

„is that so? elaborate…“, she gave your nipple a tender pinch, eyes never leaving your own.

„i-it‘s just the way you handle her- or how you‘ve been in home office for the last months now… a-always being there when i need you… s-simple things l-like that… hah…“, your face flushed more with a deep red after each syllable rolling over your lips. her intense gaze on you. the hand massaging your tit. you almost didn‘t notice in the midst of the heat how you began to lose some milk. her attention was immediately fixed on the creamy fluid running over her hand.

„look at you…“, you audibly gasped as you felt her mouth close around your nipple. not sucking. merely letting this fluid gold run right over tongue. she has been curious for quite some time about the taste but archons forbid the knave would ask her nursing wife to have a taste of her breastmilk. she needs to maintain at least some of her dignity.

pregnancy has made them so incredibly sensitive to the touch. seeing your husband knead and clinging to them is just… you‘ll have to change panties again. or maybe you don‘t. because a certain hand was already working on shoving them aside, coating her fingers immediately in your slick as she let go of your boob.

„you taste just as sweet as i expected… and as you look.“, something in her eyes turned so incredibly weak at the sight of your flushed face. while something else was straining against the prison of her boxers.

„y-you are overdoing it, r-really- ah-!“, your hand found her neck as she sunk two clipped fingers into your warmth. and god it felt like coming back home to a home cooked meal after a long business trip. her movements were hesitant at first as she studied your face for any signs of pain or being uncomfortable.

„mhm… my sweet angel… already moving your hips against me?“, her smile was lethal when she managed to hit your weakest spot with just a simple curl of her fingers. on the first try.

the sudden hit caused your back to arch and your body to shiver. it almost felt like she was not a single day out of practice where it not for the hesitant movements.

she was testing how deep the waters are before she steps into them.

„h-how- how do you still know how to h-hit it-?“, a rhetorical question.

„my love.“, her digits now softly pressing and massaging this important spot inside of you as you were gripping onto her fingers for dear life, „i could never forget something as important as my wife‘s pleasure.“

you forgot how truly skilled she actually was with those fingers. how good she knew your body from the outside and inside. each curl felt calculated as if she wanted to push you near the cliff of your self restraint but not off of it. and it worked so well.

arlecchino on the other side was absolutely besotted if not getting completely drunk off the sight of her wife riding her fingers as if it‘s day one. crimson gaze roaming over your body, how your tits bounced with each movement in front of her face and those stretchmarks… these things were awakening something in her that harbinger didn‘t even know existed. and she loved you for it. she loved how you led her to discovering new sides of herself everyday. a baby? something she could only ever imagine with you and nobody else.

„peru- p-peruere please-“

„please what, amour? you have such a pretty mouth… tell me exactly what you want me to do…“, her voice was reduced to nothing but a soft whisper. no sign of the usual deep, monotone sound.

„c-can- gulp can i have you inside- n-not your fingers- i-i mean your-“, she didn‘t let you finish that sentence as you felt her hand securing the back of your head as she carefully laid you back down on the mattress, fingers smoothly retreating from your aching pussy.

„i‘ll give you anything you want, dove. i‘d even pluck the moon out of the firmament if you asked me to.“, a much bigger hand engulfed yours before lifting it up to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss right on top of your wedding ring. archons above. you never felt more fertile to be honest.

and if eyes could fuck, you‘d be on your 4th orgasm already.

„wh-what… what are you looking at…?“, you suppressed the urge to hide your body by crossing your arms in front of your chest.

„i… am currently looking at my stunning wife. and how beautiful she still looks after bringing a baby into the world.“, your lungs grew suddenly too big for your ribcage as she lowered her head towards your abdomen before you felt her lips hitting one of the various marks stretching over the skin.

„mother of my child… music to my ears.“, and it didn‘t stop at peppering gentle kisses onto you. her hands had to give your hips a nice massage as she slowly worked her way up to breasts, cupping the soft mass in her cursed existence before you found the hardened bud back between her lips.

you didn‘t know how many minutes she spent with just kissing and licking every single inch of your body. whispering the occasional „i love you.“ in between those sensual moments while your heart hurt so bad. not in a bad way of course. her words just seemed too big for you to comprehend, it felt like it was ripping you apart from the inside. sex never felt dirty with her. no matter how rough or soft she was with you. it was always intimate, sensitive, special. like two puzzle pieces finally fitting each other.

she almost came right on the spot when she entered you. actually had to take a few moments to regulate her breathing in order to not come inside of you after ten seconds. since when did she have so little control over herself?

on the other side of the coin you weren‘t doing any better. hips urging her to go deeper as you gripped the sheets with all your might in an attempt to somehow anchor yourself.

„may i-“

„god please- yes-“

you often pictured this particular moment. the first bit of intimacy after months of navigating parenthood. you imagined her to be starved. rough. hungry. yet she was none of it. her pace was slow, almost scared. as if she was handling a porcelain figure. her grip on you was tender. no nails digging into you since she is keeping them neatly filed down in order to not harm the baby. and she was moaning. something she barely did. your husband was vocal. vocal and vulnerable and you couldn‘t get enough of it.

she looked so weak. so incredibly weak with how she had to keep the drool running out of her mouth by licking her lips every now and then, red eyes darting around, unsure where to look. your flushed face? your chest? your abdomen? or her dick pumping in and out of you and the creamy ring that already formed around her base?

if her place was inside her wife‘s pussy then so be it.

you choose to not comment on her state. she‘d deny it anyway.

what really did the trick for her was when you grabbed after her hand, fingers intertwining with each other as if not even time and space could separate you.

„tu seras ma fin…“

„you will be the end of me…“

you shared everything that night. memories. weaknesses and even orgasms.

when she painted thick ropes of her cum inside of you she couldn‘t fight the urge to press you all the way down on her. to make sure she was savoring every single bit of herself inside of you.

and right now you moaned her name like a prayer to the gods. not to be saved but to be blessed with maybe another addition to the family. securing the bloodlines or something like that.

your joined panting filled the room and the smell of raw sex probably hung in the air too.

„thank you.“

„f-for what…?“

it was then when you heard a cry coming from across the hallway. an all too familiar cry. a reminder of your love for each other.

„for this.“

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