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lipstickghoulie · 4 months

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•Loss of Innocence (Astarion/female Tav smut, praise kink, dirty talk, deflowering)•

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Astarion crooning out praise to her for being so good and letting him do this to her, reveling in every whimper that shudders out of her and the rivers of arousal that he is coaxing down her twitching thighs. “Oh, darling, you’re taking me so well,” He purrs out, making sure to pitch his voice just loud enough that it can be heard over the lewd noises of him pumping into her, stretching her open with every scissoring motion or come-hither twirl of those nimble digits. “You’re doing such a wonderful job, pet. Such a good girl for me. Maybe you’ll persuade me that you deserve my cock next if you keep this up, hm?”

She’s pleading for more, murmuring out a breathless “Astarion, please” that makes his dick stiffen even further. Precum is already oozing off of his cock head, sticking to her skin while he looms over her, connecting them more primally than the tadpoles linking their brains ever could. Astarion knows that things are getting vocal enough here, even with his tent flap closed, that the others will be able to overhear and the thought makes a slow, triumphant smirk crease his face.

He may have already implied to the rest of the group that there was more going on between him and their illustrious leader than just near-nightly feedings (even if that hadn’t been exactly true before tonight), dropping the most sly of insinuations that went right over inexperienced Tav’s head and made their companions exchange disappointed glances that he had seemingly claimed her for himself. So what harm was it if they could hear their coupling now? Astarion did plan on keeping such a delectable treat all for himself, especially since she seemed so willing to take direction. What man wouldn’t want a beautiful woman that was eager to be taught to please him, that looked at him with such smitten and dumbstruck eyes at just the smallest amount of attention?

It was good to make it clear that she was owned, that she was to be his prize after the last two hundred years of pain and being a sleepwalking stranger in his own body. Shouldn’t Astarion get something sweet and so, so perfect to play with when the mood struck him after all that he’s had to endure?

Oh, how the mood was striking him now, as he slides his fingers out of her slick, snickering at how she goes wide-eyed and whimpering at how empty the motion leaves her. Astarion muses to himself that next time, he might restrain her and tease her, leave her slack jawed with tears of frustration streaming down those pink cheeks for hours, edge her until she is begging him and promising him anything he could ever want if he just makes her cum. Tonight though, he’ll take pity on her and give her exactly what she wants, what she craves, so that she’ll come back for more and think only of him when she gets squirmy and restless in her bed roll at night.

Astarion squeezes his hand over his weeping dick, eyes going half-lidded, pleased, at how she wiggles impatiently and spreads her legs for him, beckoning him in with every glisten of the light on her sodden folds.

“Don’t worry, little love, I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” Astarion coos reassuringly before dipping his cock forward and into her, his hips pushing steadily and carefully into Tav as his hands grasp her thighs to keep them open and-

All practiced control and smoothness leaves his brain like air deflating from a balloon. She’s so tight, so molten hot and soaked, his shaft being smothered by her soaked walls in a way that makes every thought leave his brain other than the desperate and animalistic need to thrust into her. His teeth are gritted even as he pushes slowly past her barrier, hearing her gasp and clutch at his back in a way that still indicated more pleasure than pain, but gods alive, it is taking every ounce of his restraint not to pound her into the dirt and see exactly how much he can loosen her up if Astarion fucks her as hard as his mind is screaming at him to.

“By the hells, you- are - so - fucking- tight,” Astarion groans, peppering every word at the end of that sentence with a snap of his hips, his gaze locked onto where his frenzied cock is shoving into her cunt like he’s hypnotized. “It’s like you were made for me, so fucking perfect, it’s like you were created to take me, to be used by me. And I’ll make you feel it all as long as you keep being such a good girl for me.”

Tav reaches out with an unexpectedly soft, tender hand, nearly making Astarion flinch as her nails trace as gently along his jaw as someone trying not to startle an animal that might bolt or bite at any provocation. There’s something powerfully and unapologetically loving in the way that she looks at him, even as her hymen’s blood streaks up alongside the vein that decorates the curve of his dick. Like any other time, he’s causing her pain or at least a small measure of discomfort and she’s taking it, taking him, in stride and accepting it.

“I’ll be good for you,” she whispers, choking back a moan, and Astarion thinks to himself almost deliriously that she already has been. She’s been good for him and to him in a way that he had never thought that would be afforded to him in this lifetime. If he was a better man, maybe he’d tell her that, but he fears that he’s given her too much power over him already even without giving a voice to these murky, panicked feelings that are starting to take shape in the very center of himself.

Instead, he just snarls and puts those decades upon decades of experience to good use for once, tilting her pelvis slightly up and at an angle so he can hit that spongy spot inside of her walls that causes Tav to keen and her hands to scrabble harder at his shoulder blades like she’s trying to overwrite the scars on his back with ones from her blunt fingernails instead. Part of Astarion hopes that she does; he’d rather have a reminder of her to be etched deeply into him like an epitaph on a gravestone than anything of Cazador’s. Being marked with a souvenir of the first partner he’s truly wanted, that he wishes that he could burrow so deeply inside of that he could make a nest amongst her ribs instead of his scavenged pillows every night, sounds preferable over some shitty poem that he’s never even seen properly on his flesh.

Tav is stuttering out squeaky exclamations of his name and he can feel that already vice grip of her cunt starting to flutter, Astarion biting the inside of his own cheek to stifle a groan at the feeling. A fang draws his own blood and it tastes stale, bitter. He could keep pumping into her at this same rate and she’ll cum on her own within a few minutes, he can feel it like he can tell how many tumblers he’ll need to roll from just briefly handling a lock. But he’s never been a patient man, never been one to wait for something to happen when he can make the dominos fall himself, so he rips one of his hands from her leg and licks the thumb, making sure that she can see the showy way that his tongue coats it in his saliva before bringing it over her clit in mercilessly firm circles.

“Come on, let go for me, beautiful. You want to be good for me? Then cum, right now,” Astarion commands, hating how choppy and raspy his own words sound, how he can barely make himself heard over the slap of his sweat-heavy balls against her and his own labored breathing. He’s going to throw himself into the river near camp and hope that some kind of monster fish eats him if he loses control and cums first but gods, he is straining not to with how pussy drunk that he feels in this moment. Every jab of his cock into her feels like he is dipping it into the snuggest heat he’s ever experienced and it’s enough to make his head spin. He’s taken virgins in the past but it’s never felt like this before, like it’s some sort of celestial gift stolen from deities and not meant for mortal (or undead) men.

Thankfully, Tav goes over the edge into her pleasure just a few moments later, screaming out and trying to muffle it by burying her face into his collarbone and neck. If Astarion thought her cunt felt good before, the feeling of it clamping down now is otherworldly, milking him as thoroughly as someone wringing out a rag. Laughing almost madly at how exquisitely that her little core is squeezing him, the rogue gives her a few more shaky thrusts and unloads stream after stream of his cum into her, his testicles twitching as they empty themselves so thoroughly that he’s certain that she will be dripping with rivulets of his seed for a day or more after this.

Astarion slumps over her, his body a weight upon her as if he’s actually as corpse-like as vampires are rumored to be. He is actually reluctant to pull out just yet, to have this be over and allow her to disengage and get cleaned up. So he lets her stroke her soothing, kind touch over his back and neck, his cock softening in the safety of her satisfied and debauched cunt. Has he ever not wanted to flee immediately after sex? Has he ever felt like he had been that much in the moment during the act itself that he had to struggle not to cum too quickly? The answer unnerves him so he nuzzles into the fragrant softness of her hair like it’s a shield from his own troubled thoughts that this may have been more than a strategical move after all.

“I hope that it was still… pleasurable for you, despite my lack of experience,” Tav says falteringly, her tone rife with uncertainty. Astarion could laugh; it’s a pity that he can never tell her that this has been the best time that he’s had intimately as far as he can remember. He reasons that she probably wouldn’t believe him if he did say it but really, he can’t imagine showing his soft underbelly and making himself vulnerable this soon. She might not make herself as available next time if her ego gets too inflated, he tells himself.

Astarion places a toothy kiss under her ear, slipping his emotional mask back on (even if it felt oddly ill-fitting currently) and responds sleekly, “I wouldn’t worry about it, my love. I’m sure that after a few more times of me teaching you, you’ll probably be nearly as skilled at it as someone like me…”

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dxstopiaa · 1 year

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Vocal Veneration

Synopsis: Lately, the Traveller can’t help but notice a alteration in someone’s behaviour. Seems like an interrogation is due.

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Childe, Ayato, Al Haitham and Diluc x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: None, the tiniest bit suggestive.. [I thought i’d try this cute idea out! <3 but i’ve been so tired and demotivated with school and family issues sigh, my eyes (ᗒᗣᗕ)]

Zhongli

About You: Impressions

Hm [Name]? Ah, a truly polite and welcoming young woman. She often accompanies me with affairs regarding Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, insisting on lessening my workload. I consider her a suitable role model for the children of Liyue. Excuse me? Are you insinuating that there’s something i’m not informing you of? Ahem, that is information i shan’t tell you just yet.

About You: Godhood

I had intended to keep my identity as Morax a secret, yet some citizens are more observant than i thought. She was the first to recognise such as she was a devoted follower of Rex Lapis, i find myself flattered. What? No, [Name] did not worship me after she knew i could hear her every request. She apologised profusely afterwards, and was quite embarrassed. Adorable.

About You: Betrothal

Ah, Traveller. Here, this is my engagement invite, i’d appreciate your appearance at the function. Oh, you saw this coming? Hah…I suppose it can’t be helped, perhaps love is inevitable as they say, i shall not make the same mistake, not again. Why, you ask? No matter, let’s not spoil the mood with a lengthy monologue, Farewell till then, my friend.

Xiao

About You: Impressions

[Name]? The individual who often pays her respects at the adepti shrine? I watch her from afar, sometimes she notices— but she doesn’t say much apart from a simple greeting. It’s refreshing to see a young mortal appreciating us nowadays where our job becomes less prominent. What do you mean my voice is quieter? It’s not.

About You: Karma

Whenever i’m with [Name], my karmic debt seems to take less of a toll on me. That burning sensation encasing my heart dissipates. She makes it bearable enough to manage. On some nights, she brings me gifts and food to take my mind from the terrors. Huh? I’m in love? Hmph. Foolish mortal emotions don’t interest me.

About You: Acceptance

So be it, as you predicted, me and her have grown rather close. No— this does not give you the opportunity to tease me for it. Adepti should value the short lifespans of humans, via protection but also expression, i was told. This doesn’t sound like me, you say? Hm, i fail to understand what you mean.

Childe

About You: Impressions

Ah! The illustrious traveller also knows of my co-worker! [Name] is quite unique, no? At first, she came off as a little apprehensive but she no longer hesitates to spend time with me exclusively. What was that? Professionalism and relationships should remain separate? Nonsense. This isn’t a romantic amour!

About You: Combat

I feel a sense of pride knowing that i have managed to teach someone how to master the rules of combat! It was only necessary, i couldn’t bear to witness my dearest injured. Wait! In the name of the Tsarista, promise not to tell [Name] i called her so, will you? Comrade, It was a minor meaningless slip up!

About You: Family

Ah, how i wish to return to the confines of Snezhnaya. I’m certain that Teucer and Tonia will adore [Name] too! She’s so sweet behind that closed-off persona, perhaps i can declare my love for her in person prior…Oh, you’re volunteering to help me? I’d adore some aid here, confessing isn’t exactly easy, you know.

Ayato

About You: Impressions

Do i know [Name]? Certainly, she is my wife after all. Hm, you were unaware? Is it really that shocking? Ah, it is not at all rare to see a commissioner with someone of a higher or alike status. It’s not that, you say? So you’re suggesting something about my personality. I see… I’d estimated you’d react this way nonetheless.

About You: Workload

As the Yashiro Commissioner, I am not exempt from towers of overflowing paperwork and contracts. My role, keeping peace between the Tri-Commission, can be quite taxing from time to time. Luckily enough, my beloved never fails to provide me with her delicious cooking and endearing words. [Name] brews the best milk tea for me, care to try some? I have a fresh batch ready.

About You: Heir

Oh my— why do you ask of such a thing? Surely this is too soon to be conversing about children, no? While we do intend to, ahem, expand the Kamisato bloodline, i fear of my duties interfering with my role as an attentive father for my child. Of course, the welfare of my dearest wife comes first. Hm, my face is flushed pink? False.

Al Haitham

About You: Impressions

[Name] is notably the only person i get along with, as she understands the definition of ‘boundary’. Not entirely ignorant but not annoyingly persistent either. I quite often find the saying that opposites attract to be outdated. Like-minded people are worth spending time with. Hmph, you know i did not mean it in that way.

About You: Akademiya

Why do you ask? I surmise it wouldn’t be too taxing to let you know. We were classmates within the Haravatat Darshan. She’d buy me food and drinks in return for working on projects together as she insisted. I accepted the offer, certainly better than joining the other entitled scholars. We must of been close? Huh, we still are. What’s so shocking? I’m not that arrogant.

About You: Emotions

I am least fond of expressing my feelings, i thought it was pointless and a partial waste of my energy when i can resolve such issues with my own logic. Admittedly, i was incorrect. [Name] always offered her time to listen to my very few words and i’d listen to hers. Fair exchange, i called it then. It wasn’t until an argument broke out that i learned not all experience comes from books, sometimes from people. Those words of hers became a principle to me.

Diluc

About You: Impressions

My spouse, [Name]? I don’t think i would know where to begin in terms of describing what i think of her. Loving, caring, humorous, gorgeous—need i continue? You’ve never met her formally…why don’t i invite you personally to Dawn Winery for an evening meal. She’d love to get to know you. Good, it’s settled then.

About You: Winery

After being left with the responsibility of the business at eighteen, i’ve developed a routine which i’ve mostly stayed consistent with. Having a family of my own now, there’s no doubt it is much different. Hm? My winery is big enough to accommodate them? Haha, they surely liven it up, keeping my wife and i busy as of late. Don’t worry, i treat her to all she likes afterwards with my income, wine and luxuries.

About You: Children

What—? No, i am contented with my two children. Hah, any more and i believe i wouldn’t be able to multitask between my profession and duties. Though i do quite like the idea of staying home on paternity leave with my beloved [Name]. Again, please, i request you not to suggest such…topics, my wife is already teasing me, not you too.

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brewed-pangolin · 3 months

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Captain Master Chef

OG Captain MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Sexual Themes

Captain Soap MacTavish is, contrary to popular belief, an absolutely amazing cook.

His mastery at the savory side of the culinary world is unlike anything you've ever experienced. For example, his take on Beef Wellington is bar none better than your mothers (you'll never tell her) and you'd be lying if you didn't fall head over heels in love with him the moment you took the first bite of his Haggis.

Even as he expands his cooking repertoire into more unfamiliar horizons, you're never left unsatisfied or turning up your nose to anything he manages to put on a plate.

"Oh my God, honey. This is delicious."

You praise with a quiet moan. Taste buds blissfully overwhelmed with the succulent flavor of rice, muscles, and saffron as the remaining accents of his newly mastered Paella dance their melody along the length of your tongue.

"Hm. Thank you, love. Quite proud of me self if I'm bein' honest."

You take another bite, eyes rolling back as the taste of the perfectly crusted and savory socarrat hits your tongue like an aromatic tsunami.

Your eyes linger on him, casting him a doey eyed stare that the Captain returns with his own distinctively confident gaze. Silence falling over you both as you take your time enjoying each other's company and savoring the masterful delicacy he so elegantly created.

Reluctantly, your eyes begin to shift. Turning towards the kitchen as you take in the absolute disaster that sits atop your granite counter tops and stove.

A quiet sigh escapes your lips, returning your gaze back to your Captain lover as he wipes his mouth with a flavor filled napkin.

"John, I love you. But goddamn, do you need to learn how to clean while you cook."

"What? It's not that bad, love."

"Not that bad? My kitchen's a disaster, John!"

Soap takes a long glance at the kitchen, surveying the damage before shifting his eyes up to the ceiling.

"Least there's no'a lobster on th'ceiling."

"Nothing will ever beat the lobster, John. That was truly a legendary experience."

"Yer mother didnae think so."

"Yeah. Because you threw the lobster at her!"

"The fuckin' thing pinched me!"

You exhaled an amused sigh, shaking your head with a smile that only he could pull to your lips.

"Thank God she had the pan in her hand, or I feel you'd have been excommunicated from any further family gatherings."

"Aye. Yer mother's got quite the swing, love. Better for me to stay on her good side, yeah?"

"I'd highly recommend so, John."

You gently scrape the last morsel into your mouth with an enamored and muffle moan. Wiping the corners of your lips as you take in one last look at the monstrosity that waits before you.

"Alright, honey. This mess isn't going to clean itself."

"No, it ain't, love. But I was cravin' a bit'a dessert before tacklin' that."

Your eyes narrow, brows knitting together while you shift your gaze over the counter tops for a sign of this hidden last course.

"What dessert? I don't see anything."

"M'lookin at it, sweetheart."

You pause. Rolling your eyes under heavy lids, you're met with the icy blue confidence within his stare that never seems to not have an amorous effect on you. Shifting in your seat to quell the ache already beginning to throb deep within your core.

"John MacTavish. You sneaky little bastard."

"Aye. I am. Now bring that sweet ass over here, lass. Yer Captain wants ta taste ya."

Your body then moved on its own accord. Easily snared into his hungry gaze and rolling timbre like a moth to a flame. The languid come hither of his fingers making your legs weak and breath quicken as you slowly sauntered over to your illustrious Captain.

The kitchen remained untouched the remainder of the night. Left in a culinary mess and disarray as Soap MacTavish feasted on your sweet nectar and filled the need to have your silken walls wrapped around his stiffened cock.

The dishes could wait. Your Captain would not. And you'd be daft if you ever denied Soap MacTavish what he wanted when you treated him so graciously to a feast that only you could provide.

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gumballavocadoharry · 10 months

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The first steps:

"Come on, come on.....come to daddy bubba," Harry cooed, watching patiently for the gurgling baby to smoosh into his arms that were lovingly stretched out for him. "You know I love you," Harry pouted, "And I'll give you cookies." You giggled, flashing an illustrious smile at your husband and baby boy who were bonding over Harry pleading for Zander to take his first steps.

"Oh baby, he'll do it when he's ready," Harry looked over with his usual puppy dog pout, "Yeah, but I don't want to miss it." You rubbed Harry's back reassuringly. "I promise, Zander would want you to be there too."

Harry gave a goofy smile, before picking Zander up and settling him in his lap. "I need to see you growing up," He cooed to the emerald eyed baby whose Harry's genes dominated. "Your my little boy, and I'm your first best friend." Zander cooed, pressing his chubby cheeks to Harry's nose.

"Oh you want kisses now hm?" Harry peppered loud kisses on his baby's cheeks, finally catching a breath to give him a hug, gingerly rubbing his back. "Mm, you're too sweet."In that moment, you wished your cell phone was there to record the sweet moment between father and son.

Later, in the afternoon, You and Harry were positioned at the counter, preparing lunch. Harry being a goofball, was telling a silly story about Mitch while they were recording a new song in the studio. "Ha, Harry! Was Mitch okay? Did you help him up?" Harry nodded, a cheeky smile trespassing across his face. You had noticed that Harry had stopped smiling, was completely turned around staring in awe at something he spotted from his periphery.

He dashed over to Zander; arms retraced in their stretched out position ready for his collapse. It was only once you turned around, that you realized Zander was taking his first steps. You shuffled out your cell phone and hurriedly recorded his first steps as he finally collapsed into Harry's arms. "YOU DID IT!" He cheered, "My baby boy took his first steps! Oh I'm so proud of you!" The father smothered Zander's face in soundly kisses, making sure not to miss an inch of unkissed skin where he didn't send a loud puckering smooch.

"Harry, you're gonna make his little cheeks all red," You laughed, "I know but he finally did it! He walked babe!"

You stepped closer, showing him the video of the precious moment you were fortunate enough to catch on camera. "Our little boy is growing up,"

"Aw, don't remind me." Harry cooed sadly, looking at the baby who was perched in his protective arms. "He'll always be my baby boy."

And you had to agree with that.

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domxmarvel · 9 days

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Pairing: Diuvs crewel x Female!Reader

Prompt:M-Maid

You were a maid for the illustrious fashion designer, Divus Crewel.You were his maid. The best maid he had and his favoritism for you was clear. Because of that you were often picked on by other workers in his mansion. This occasion,another maid tripped you. She giggled as she walked away. You were on your hands and knees, letting out a sigh.. and then there were heavy footsteps, stopping in front of you.

“Oh, dear. Little puppy, get off the floor, will you? It’s quite unsanitary.” That voice. It was him. Divus Crewel,he reached out his hand for you to take. You stood up,you were soaking wet since you had been carrying a bucket of water when the other woman tripped you.

"I apologize,I'll clean this up right away"

“Now now, I wouldn’t have you clean up when you were just tripped. You are not at fault here,I’ll send someone else to clean this up” He looks at his watch. “It’s time for your break. Come with me, please.”

"Yes sir" you followed behind him,still self conscious of the water that you were dripping everywhere. He led you to a small room. It was his office. He opened the door for you.

“Please sit. I have some questions.” He sat down as well. He started with the simple ones first. “Now, what were you doing, puppy?”

"The entrance floor was dirty,so I was on my way to clean it"

“And who tripped you?” He asked as if he knew everything that happened in this mansion.

"The new maid,the one with red hair. I don't know why but I don't think she likes me. "You did have one idea,the other maids were always talking about how you had to be Divus' favorite maid. That he always praised you and never once got angry at you. But you didn't want to tell him the reason,it was too embarrassing. He stared at you for a few seconds. He was contemplating his next actions.

“Have other maids treated you this way before?” He wanted to know if this was a recurring problem and if he needed to punish more than one person. His expression did change to a serious one. One you haven’t seen before. You felt like a dog. He was your owner.. your master. The one who kept you in check. Someone you had to listen to.

"No" You lied.

“Hm. I see.” He put his hand under his chin. “Stay here in my office while I attend to this matter.”

"Could I just get changed,I'm starting to get cold" the water in your clothes had become cold and you were shivering. You soon felt something over your shoulders,his coat.

“Ah, yes. Of course you may get changed. My bad, puppy. I should’ve noticed earlier that you were shivering. Here,I'll be back to take you to your room soon” He placed the fur coat he was wearing on top of you. It was incredibly soft. A slight chill went up your spine when he referred to you as ”puppy”.

"Thank you" you weren't sure if you were even supposed to wear his fur coat. Your face turned red,not knowing how to react.

“There. You should be nice and warm now, right?” He asked. His question was a genuine, curious tone. Then he smiled at you. You noticed that his eyes were quite piercing and sharp. No one else was quite like it.

“Yes,but should I really be?”

“Yes.. you can wear my coat. After all, I do call you my favorite.” You blushed even more,you looked up at him,silently asking if he was honest with you. His smile widened to one of amusement. He was aware that his words made you blush.

“Is it a problem.. that I am calling you that?” You just shook your head

“Good. Little puppy.” He smiled. You were a little taken aback at first, but soon felt a sense of comfort as he spoke to you. The coat was still on you. It was quite comfy and warm. “Now, I am going to go speak to that girl. Please wait here while I do.” He left and you pulled his coat tightly around your body,you couldn't help but smell it,it smelled just like him. The door closed. You were in his office all by yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how comfy and warm the coat was.. and it had hints of his scent. You weren’t sure what to do next. Should you wait for him.. or should you explore his office a bit. You stayed put,curling your body and covering yourself with his coat. You kept smelling it,his smell was just intoxicating. Wherever he was close to you,you couldn't focus on anything else other than how good he smells. You were obsessed with his smell. Sometimes you'd take one of his shirts when you got laundry duty,making sure to return them before he realized anything was missing. He never noticed his clothes missing,you were careful about returning them without someone seeing you. You were just content in the office, basking in the fact that you had his coat covering you and smelling it every now and then. Half an hour later, you noticed the door opened and he entered. He closed it behind him. His eyes were looking around, looking at you on the other end of the room, before he approached. “Puppy? Are you enjoying my jacket?”

"Now I understand why you like it so much. It looks good but it's also pretty soft" He smiled at you. He didn’t mind you saying it.

“Oh, but the best part yet is that it smells like me. I am right, aren’t I? You like my scent very much.” He chuckled. He was right. The more you looked at him, the more he was right. Even though you didn’t want to admit it.. you were obsessed with his presence.

"Right" you avoided his eyes for a few seconds "you always smell so good" His nose twitched a little when you said that. You could tell it was quite the compliment to him.

“Aw, how sweet of you, my dear. It warms my heart.” He reached out and placed his hand on the tip of your head. You felt his other arm wrap around you, letting you feel his warmth. His voice was soothing and soft. He made you feel safe. Your back was pressed against him and you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“Little puppy, I have a request to make from you.” He said, looking down at you

"Of course"

“From now on, my dear puppy, you shall be my personal maid. Just like all the other ones, you are to clean my residence. However, since you are my maid.. you will live here. With me. And you will follow me everywhere I go during the day.” He was serious. He didn’t say it in a mean way or anything. You were just in charge of his everyday needs. He trusted you. He trusted you with his safety. With his life. You nodded,leaning closer to him.He smiled at you. He was quite pleased. He lifted his other arm up, so you were basically hugging him. He started to play with your hair. His fingers slowly went through it and your face went scarlet. “Little puppy.” His voice was so.. intimate. Just hearing it made you shiver.

"Master" you leaned close,moving your head up so your face was close to his

“Good puppy.” You could him. It was sweet and fruity. It was intoxicating.He brought his lips close to your ears and whispered one word “mine.” The word was a command.. but you knew that. You were not to forget who was in charge here.

"Master,if I'm your puppy there's something I want,if I may" You decided to lean into what he wanted and you were so close,his scent filling your nose but you still wanted more.

“Your master is listening. What do you want, my little pup?”

"I want to smell you"

“Oh?” He gave you a slight smirk. He couldn’t believe that you said that. A maid asking to smell her master.. that was the first time he’d heard something like that. “And why do you want to smell me, my dear?”

"Well,if I'm your puppy I should act like one and that includes smelling you" you buried your face in his neck. His scent was absolutely intoxicating and all you could do was breathe it in. You felt his hand go to your hair again. He started to play with it slowly.

“I am flattered. I have never had a puppy who wanted to smell me of all things. What is it about my scent that makes you want to smell me, little pup?”

"May I speak freely?"

“Absolutely. You know that I want you to tell me everything. My ears are yours, little puppy. I am listening.”

"Your smell is absolutely intoxicating and I could stay in your neck for hours just smelling you" His body shivered at your words. He had never heard anything like that. You had become so infatuated with him that you wanted to be closer to him. You wanted to smell him all the time. To feel his presence. He was in awe of you. He took your hand.

“I am surprised. You are the first to ever tell me that. You are truly a good puppy.. an excellent one.” He smiled at you once more. “Do you enjoy being my puppy?” You buried your face in his neck,pressing a kiss against his neck.

"Maybe I do," He chuckled. It was quite adorable. You were being playful now. You didn’t care. You just did whatever was on your mind.

“Little puppy, that was quite the kiss.” His arm slowly wrapped around you. He brushed your chin with it. “May I ask you a question, my little pup?”

"Of course master" He stayed quiet. His question really mattered to him so much so he didn’t want to mess up the wording. His eyes were dead focused on yours.

“Would you want me to make you mine, entirely? Body and spirit.” His lips moved into a line in a more serious way. It wasn’t a joke. He wasn’t playing with you. He wanted an answer from you. He wanted to make you his.

"I'm already yours,I have been since I first met you" He smiled at you. To him, those words meant the world. He was happy.. happier than he ever was before.

“And I’m going to make sure I claim you as mine, for the rest of our lives.” He slowly brought his lips to yours and planted a kiss on you, with passion and intent. It made your eyes flutter. You held onto him tightly,he pushed you onto the floor. His coat shielding your body from the cold floor. He slowly moved down to your neck, kissing it. His voice became deep and smooth and you could hear his heartbeat accelerating. It was a tender moment, but it was also quite serious. He started to move up your neck and kissed your lips. It wasn’t a playful kiss, it was passionate. Like this was the beginning of something,something new. Something different. Your hands moved to his cheeks and moved up his hair. Never once breaking the kiss.The kiss intensified by the minute. He didn’t want this to end yet. Your body was touching his and he could feel your warmth. His hand went to your neck, running his fingers around it. His other hand was playing through your hair. Finally, he broke it. His eyes were a little closed, and there were a few strands of hair in front of them. “I have waited a long time for this moment.” He sounded serious, but you knew that this was something he wanted. He wanted you.

#twisted wonderland divus #divus crewel #twst divus #divus x reader #divus crewel x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #divus imagines #twst imagines

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mochaintherain · 11 months

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Pleonexia

Summary: Cemented as a false God, the title of "The Creator" warranted a certain Fatui Harbinger to impose his greed upon you.

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: SAGAU, implied violence, implied cultish themes, the fatui comes as it's own warning, slight jealousy?

A/N: formatted on mobile </3 A little drabble I had lying around (*´▽｀*) I really like SAGAU but only a specific flavor of it RAUGHH I also have so,,, many ideas for other fics. Yippee for summer!!! (delusional)

Zapolyarny Palace was destitute of warmth.

The room the Tsaritsa had generously provided on account of your descending far outgrew your meager body; the walls stretched too far, any insulation it may have mustered in the heart of a blizzard out your reach, and the chandeliers hung from the ceiling too high to provide any ample light, encompassing you in darkness. The only reprieve within your residence laid a stately hearth. The fire roared, breaking the monotonous cold hues of the bedroom. Its heat blanketed your face in a sweet caress. Soft whispers of crackled wood lulled you to slumber.

Temptation gnawed at your being. You wanted to rest.

But something you quickly learned about the palace was its capacity for people.

For Fatui.

And they wanted anything but your comfort.

The Regrator hummed, cold fingers trailing the bare of your neck, reveling in your shudders as he clicked the gold necklace onto your figure. Illustrious gemstones and the smoothest links of gold culminated to create art - now adorned by you. It could have been beautiful, had it not been tainted by avarice. Had it not been tainted by his prayer.

"Your Grace, do you like it?"

That moniker stirred ill within the depths of your stomach. When would be the day they realized they deluded themselves into a lie? When would be the day they killed you for being something you never claimed you were?

As intriguing as the Fatui were on one side of the screen, they were sinister zealots on the other. They despised the Gods so much their hatred festered piousness--and they paraded you like a doll around the estate, an object to collect worship and donate it to rising influence. You were another gnosis, another piece to their revolution.

The match to inevitably burn away the Old World.

"Your Grace," the Regrator repeated, the edge on each syllable chiding, "is this not up to your tastes? ...Not refined enough?"

Your head snapped up to meet his gaze. No semblance of warmth pierced his icy veil. For all the devoutness the Harbingers touted, their theatrics fell short. Ugly, false fidelity bled through their altruistic ministrations.

How you wished to curl up next to the fireplace instead of having to cling onto your robes.

"No...no, it's, ah, beautiful. Thank you," you mumbled, forcing a smile onto your face.

"Of course. Someone of your status—" he grit that phrase out from his throat, you swore it—"deserves only to be lavished in the finest treasures Teyvat has to offer! Wouldn't you agree?"

When they killed you, would he scatter his riches upon your corpse? Or maybe Pantalone would bury you with all the accessories he gifted you--

Perhaps they’d continue the facade, setting your still heart upon the altar dedicated to the Creator. The name you unwittingly stole from its rightful place.

He took your long, drawn, silence as acquiscence. "It's quite alright if you're shy. I fully understand, as your acolyte, but really, you must be more open about you and your capabilities--humbleness goes hand in hand with honesty, after all! Surely that's nothing to hide, hm?"

His hands found their way to your own, and he traced the shape of a diamond on your palm.

"What did you call them again? What was it...oh, primogems?" From your visage, the corners of his lips curled. "Your Grace, won't you show me your divinity? For all my offerings, a glimpse wouldn't hurt."

It's only fair.

"I'm...truly grateful for everything the Fatui, and especially you, have provided," you started slowly, eyes falling to his rings, unable to harbor the weight of his scrutiny any longer, "but...I'm sorry. I can't just use them whenever I wish—" the words died on your tongue as his grip tightened, leaving behind desiccated sputters.

"And why is that?"

"I'm—I'm sorry—"

"Am I not worthy?" Pantalone laughed a little, devoid of joy, "have I not given you enough, Your Grace? What more can I give? I've already built myself up from nothing, despite the Gods' negligence—must I give that up too, to bask in Your warmth?"

You winced, trying to pull away. Yet he held firm, as if it wasn't wrists he was holding, but the bags of mora he hoarded.

"That's not—"

"I really am not asking for much, Your Grace. You've shown the Balladeer—even the Doctor—your powers. So why not me? Dottore and I are close partners, and if you trust him, I can assure you, you can have complete and utter faith in me, just as I do you."

"I...Okay. But only one summon," you conceded, the crystalline shards manifesting into your hands.

As if he hadn't been intimidating you moments prior, Pantalone stared in awe, clasping his hands together and humming.

"Oh! You're too kind, Your Grace!"

"Please, just call me by my name," you whispered, before cupping the primos together into an Intertwined Fate.

"How beautiful," he gasped, "may I?"

Reluctantly, you handed it to him. The size of his figure dwarfed the small orb, brimming with power. A pink and blue glow breathed life into his otherwise dull fur coat.

"How do you use…this?” Pantalone’s brows furrowed together, raising it up to the light as if to get a better view. “It’s quite…tiny.”

"Well, I'm not sure how it fully works in Teyvat—but you wish for something and hope to get it."

"Hm? So you leave it up to chance?"

"Yes, in a way..."

"How pitiful," he whispered, before his voice dropped an octave, "you must have more power than that. You’re a God.”

“I’ve already told you all…” you stopped in your tracks, images of corpses scattered across Dottore’s lab. You were almost a test subject, “godhood” shielding you from the vivisection table by a narrow margin. If they learned the truth…

“I…am not a god in my home world,” you stammered, picking words haphazardly from the floor of your mind, “I’m still getting used to Teyvat, so…”

He sighed, squeezing your shoulder. “I see. Well, demonstrate how it works.” The reassuring gesture only spurred your unease.

With a slight nod, you pondered what to wish for.

“…Thrilling Tales,” you declared, the fate sizzling with luminescence before shooting up into the sky.

Pantalone’s mouth fell agape as a bright, blue, light enveloped your hands, swirled together, then dissipated, revealing the weapon. Another wish granted. More primos depleted, with no way to earn them back.

“A book; Is it a catalyst?” He took the tomb from your grasp, skimming its contents. “From what I can tell, not a very good one.” A frown slowly painted over his countenance. “Are you playing games with me, Your Grace?”

“W-whatever do you mean, Pantalone?” Your voice faltered as he took a step towards you. Gripping your face just hard enough for his rings to chafe and dig into your cheeks, he tilted your chin up.

“When you were with Dottore, you summoned a brilliant sword that he remarked, “wasn’t from this world”. And, with me, you summon this…” He pinched the book by its cover, letting the pages sway limply below. “Fairy tale?”

“Well—! The Doctor scared me—I, I am much more comfortable with you.” Though not necessarily a lie, it wasn’t a truth either. Of all the people you’d interacted with so far, mainly the harbingers—only the harbingers, when you thought about it—Pantalone, compared to the Doctor, was much less scary.

Eyes widening, the grip on your face went slack, morphing into a soft caress of your cheek. You shuddered again.

He smiled, returning to that cheery demeanor.

“Well, if that is the case, I’m glad, and honored, Your Grace.”

You nodded, every muscle in your body taut and strangled by your lies.

“Of course.”

#self aware genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin impact sagau #pantalone x reader #religious themes #sagau #sagau pantalone #why do i keep writing sagau #AND ITS NOT EVEN SCARAMOUCHE?#im not even that into pantalone tbh.#maybe its bc whenever i try to write scarapookie #i end up with far too many words and far too little time

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dnsjadnjs give me the headcanonsssss

lord and lady ragnvindr <3

courting you would bring a new found life into diluc’s home, his servants would miss the days when the manor was a hub of guests and parties and the young master would be seen a lot more around the house—but sadly after his return most of the rooms have not been stepped in, in ages and no guests hardly ever stay the night

until he begins to court you! you’re a fresh breath of pure air in diluc’s rather lonely and dark life, you prompt him to open up the drawing room, have the library refurnished, even clean up his gardens that have been ignored for so long! all because you expressed the smallest want of wanting to see his manor at its former glory

it makes him so happy to see you so at home and pleased with the manor, he can’t help but think how perfectly you would fit into his life <3333

he would throw small and intimate dinner parties for you both and they would be so romantic, although some days he much prefers your homemade picnic in the orchard than the lavish meals his personal chef prepares for you both

gifts are kept to a minimum, he doesn’t want you to think he’s buying your love rather than expressing his fondness for you in the form of a well thought out gift but his heart swells whenever he sees the look of pure joy on your face whenever he pulls a neatly wrapped box out from his coat pocket and into your palms

slight nsfw but diluc is a gentleman and he wants to keep your reputation untarnished because he respects you and your honor…but he can’t help but go back on his word whenever you pull him towards you in a dark corner of his home, he’ll indulge in your sweet scent and soft lips for only a little though much to your dismay

this prompts you to fill his brain with ideas of engagement and a wedding but more importantly your wedding night, needless to say this encourages him to propose muck quicker

but diluc is not only proposing to you because he wants the pleasure of taking you over and over again, but because he truly loves the man he is whenever he is around you! a man that is not plagued with grief and bitterness towards the world but can now recognize the good in it too

it’s very obvious the effect you have on him, locals hardly can recall the amount of times they have seen the illustrious master diluc but now he makes frequent visits to the city and not just to tend the bar in his tavern! no, now he walks around the stores with you on his arm paying more than necessary to the humble shopkeepers, he attends theatrical shows and festivals and goodness he even smiles now! it’s so jarring to see strong and silent diluc this way

this is self indulgent but with the manor now refurbished it leaves a lot of room for spontaneous games of hide n seek, you would think diluc is too serious for games outside of chess but he loves to search around for you even inquiring his servants where his lady has disappeared off to but they never rat you out

sometimes he is quick to find you other times he takes a little while longer, but always without fail he swoops you up in his arms once he has caught you and gives you a long and deep kiss

also yes most of this would be improper without them properly being engaged but who is going to tell master diluc he can’t have sleepovers with his lady and chase around his manor? hm? who?

#i want to write more of this but they’re MARRIED!#diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc fluff #genshin impact fluff #diluc x fem!reader #genshin impact x female reader

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