#capitano x reader

[rabbitinashell]

Capitano in the Sheets – A Study in Control, Silence, and Brutal Devotion

this one is on a laptop, so there are some changes

Capitano is not a man of many words. But he doesn’t need them—his presence alone speaks volumes. The weight of his silence is suffocating in the best way, thick with authority, tension, and a promise you can feel in your bones: You’re his. Entirely. Irrevocably.

1. Quiet Dominance That Consumes the Room

He doesn’t demand submission with loud commands or flashy gestures—he expects it. And somehow, you give it willingly. A single look from behind that mask is enough to still your breath, your body, your thoughts. The kind of control that doesn’t shout—it presses down, slowly, inexorably, until you don’t even realize you’ve surrendered.

He doesn’t have to say “on your knees.” You’re already there.

2. Touch Measured Like a Weapon

Capitano doesn’t touch you until he knows you’re ready to fall apart. And when he does? Every movement is deliberate, like he’s mapping your breaking points with the same precision he uses on the battlefield. His gloves might stay on—or maybe he removes them in slow silence, letting you feel the full weight of what’s about to happen.

“Brace yourself,” is the only warning you get—and it’s not nearly enough.

3. Patience That Feels Like Torment

He can be relentless. He can be brutal. But the cruelest part? His patience. He waits—for you to beg, for your voice to crack, for your defiance to crumble. Capitano watches you squirm, unravel, and come undone beneath him with cold fascination and unwavering control.

You break yourself just trying to earn his approval. And when you finally do? The reward is overwhelming.

4. Masked, Still, and Watching Every Second

There’s something devastating about the fact that you never see his face. Not when he touches you. Not when he pushes you further than you thought possible. Not even when your voice is shaking and your body’s limp with exhaustion. He remains composed—unmoving, collected, and impossibly focused on you.

You can’t see his expression—but you know he’s watching every single reaction, cataloging them, owning them.

5. Possessiveness That Burns Slow and Deep

Capitano may not say much, but when he finally speaks? His words cut straight to the bone.

“You are mine.” That’s all it takes. One sentence, low and final, delivered when you’re too weak to argue. And the terrifying part? You want to be.

Aftercare: Silent, Devoted, Absolute

He doesn't coddle. He doesn't soften. But his actions are unmistakable: pulling you close, holding you steady, adjusting your position so you're comfortable. When he wraps his arms around you, it's not affection—it's claiming.

You sleep wrapped in warmth and silence, his hand resting firmly on your waist like a brand.

Final Verdict: Capitano is the quiet storm—calculated, consuming, and impossible to escape.

You don’t just give yourself to him. He takes you. And you’re grateful he did.

[crepezinhos]

Men who you can easily control and convince of things if you use your nuclear bombs, also known as your boobs.

There he was, sitting in that chair and reading documents for the past 4 hours. It is midnight and he still refuses to go to bed because those documents were apparently ‘really important’ and due tomorrow. Although you recognize his hardworking spirit, sometimes he takes it too far.

That’s why you used your biggest weapon.

You flashed him.

“I’m sorry, my love, but I really need to—” That exact moment of him finally turning his face to stare you back was when you lifted up your shirt, making him paralyze immediately.

His face was stoned at a perfect angle where he could clearly see and appreciate your breathing boobs, his eyes getting dry from the lack of blinking.

“Don’t you think you’ve worked a lot today already? You need have good-quality sleep if you want to work well…” You decided to act extra mean to him and used your hand to squeeze them in their favorite way.

He kept staring at your boobs in silence for some awkward seconds.

…

…

…

“Ok.” He immediately dropped his pen and jumped out of his chair and launched his mouth towards one of your breasts, taking it like he has been starving for it for years now.

Good luck dealing with him now.

Diluc, Heizou, Tartaglia, Itto, Wanderer, Kaeya, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Capitano, Cyno, Sethos

[localplaguenurse]

quietly shuffles in on my hands and knees softly begging for some capitano fluff o lord and savior

I gotchu <3

Too Sweet

Notes: Mostly fluff but there is some description of Capitano's rotting body, but that's as far as it goes. Also a pinch of angst but it's like adding salt to sweets, it just enhances the flavours :3

While he is by no means fragile, not by a long shot, the Captain hasn’t been able to simply walk off his injuries like he used to. As time passes on, he requires more maintenance and care in order to heal from those wounds. Sometimes “heal” feels a little generous for what he has to do to recover. You fear for the day he’s delivered a blow he cannot bounce back from, or that all the things you do for him will one day stop working.

You push the thoughts of the inevitable down. Right now, the tender loving care you have for your husband is working, and it’s working to delay the inevitable. 

You reenter the bathroom, a jar tucked under your arm, and see the Captain, in all his towelled, scarred and rotting glory, sitting on the edge of the tub. While the sight of blackened patches meshed with blue veins still pains you, the shock has long since worn off. He looks up at you when you step inside, and though there is little change in his expression, his eyes meet yours with warmth. 

You offer the jar to him. “Could you be a dear and—”

He doesn’t let you finish asking before he takes the jar and immediately, effortlessly pops the lid off. He looks at the liquid gold inside before he hands it back to you. You take it and set it on the sink counter for a moment, just so you can push his hair out of his face. 

It was something you discovered by pure coincidence. You were seeking out advice for your own beauty routine, and had heard all sorts of praise for the benefits of smearing honey on your skin. It led you to do your own research on the matter, discovering honey is antibacterial and, when stored right, does not rot. This then led to you learning of its use as an embalming agent in some cultures. The puzzle pieces all lined up and snapped into place, and you bought the largest jar of honey you could find for your husband. 

You begin the process of gently cleaning his face. You had done this just half an hour ago so you could stitch the large gash in his cheek, so you’re making sure you haven’t missed a spot. You are careful where you touch; there are parts of his body that have rotted to the point the nerves don’t work, and the nerves surrounding them are often exposed and functional. His tolerance for pain may be high, but he still feels pain, so you apologize when you get too close and see his eyes twitch for a split second. It’s not a lot, but you take your time with it, and he doesn’t mind that.

The day you suggested this sort of skincare routine to Thrain, he was a little perplexed. Not so much by the science of it, he actually seemed interested when you regaled your discovery to him, but more by the mental image of you slathering him in honey. He at first told you such treatment would not be necessary, and that it would really be a waste of good honey to use it on him as his condition cannot be reversed and is not the same as cadaver rot, but he ultimately relented. He understood where your interests and concerns stemmed from, and while he had accepted this fate, he knew you didn’t like it. He figured there was no harm in indulging you for an evening, even if it felt uncomfortably sticky. The rest, as they say, is history.

“Was this not originally for you?” Thrain asks as you dip your fingers in the jar.

You scoop up a generous portion and turn back to him. “Yes, but your skin is much more delicate than mine. I can find other remedies.”

He chuckles. “Only you would describe me as delicate.”

You gently smear and spread honey on his forehead. “I’d bet good mora that your associates would call you delicate too,” you tell him, “if they weren’t so scared of you.”

“I know that you cannot be referring to the other harbingers,” he replies. 

“Maybe, maybe not.”

By now, the routine is pure muscle memory. You scoop up honey, you gently knead it into his skin, and then you repeat the process on another part of his face. You do not knead it into his exposed wounds and his rot. As the honey needs to set for a bit before you can wash it off, you begin the routine for his wounds. 

You take a moment to wash your hands so you’re not getting honey all over the bathroom again. With clean hands, you find the bandages and begin cutting them into adequately sized strips and patches. You then undo the hard work of washing honey off your hands by soaking (or rather, slathering) the bandages in honey. 

After the honey has set, you carefully but thoroughly begin cleaning it off your husband’s good skin. It’s a bit of a process, but you’re successful once more. As soon as that is done, you begin the process of applying and layering the honey dressings over his rotted, wounded skin. You continue mumbling apologies when you press into raw, live nerves. 

You layer on the final bandage, and pull your sticky hand away from his face. You observe your work, making sure everything is sufficiently cleaned or sufficiently covered. Thrain just waits for your okay to get up so he can try and get dressed.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat when you abruptly plant a kiss on his warped lips. You pull back, licking your lips, and grin. “Tastes sweet.”

He just smiles. “Surely not as sweet as you are, my dear.”

You lean in close again. “I’ll have to double check.”

[constellationguy]

Lies the Genshin Men say

*little explicit here and there*

Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu

The Harbingers

Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.

Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.

Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.

Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.

Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.

Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.

Mondstadt

Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.

Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.

Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.

Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.

Liyue

Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.

Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.

Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.

Inazuma

Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.

Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.

Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.

Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.

Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.

Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.

Sumeru

Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.

Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.

Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.

Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.

Fontaine

Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.

Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.

Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 9 — HE'S A VIRGIN

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — diluc, capitano, xiao, alhaitham

— warnings. — fem! reader, virgin genshin men, inexperienced af, pussy drunk, established relationship, they're kinda whiny

⚝ — DILUC

diluc's desire to feel you for the first time became a confession, touched by a form of surrender— you see, he wasn't simply aroused— no, he was devastated by wanting, exiled from himself by the unbearable mercy of being allowed to want at all and now, wow, as you laid on top of him with his dick tightly pressed between your soaked folds, his dreams of losing his virginity to you may finally come true.

"c-can i touch you there?" but he's nervous, very much so, and slightly embarrassed too, he asks it like a man asking for absolution, his voice a faltering ruin, each word shuddering out of him as if it were a sin to be spoken aloud, "here?" you coo back as you silently wiggle your hips against his erection while slanting down so your tits would squeeze against his exposed, glistening chest.

"y-yeah, fuuck— right there," his breath staggers in his chest, a rhythm broken and uneven, the shame of his own desire rolling through him like a sickness, and yet he wants, archons, he wants.

not with the wildness of instinct, but with the slow, torturous need of someone who has denied himself for too long— someone who thinks he might disintegrate if he were to feel your sopping cunt for the first time tonight, how you'd clench around him might make him lose his mind or if you were to tighten up and trap him in a torturous, yet equally delirious milking compression until you've sucked him dry of all he had.

you willfully grant diluc's wish as you let his tip in for the first time, to test the waters, yes, to see how he'd react the moment your wet heat would finally engulf his head in endless lust and love.

he’s never been touched like that before, not like this, not skin to skin, not soul to soul.

and now, he's got his dick halfway in like a temptation draped in warmth, the presence of your walls melting around him unbearable in its mercy as the nearness of your slippery warmth feels obscene, or, somewhat, divine.

perhaps even both.

you guide his hand to your hips as you move up and down up and down, your pussy squelching as he gasps out in realization— quiet, strangled— and when he finally makes contact with your sweet spots deep inside, something in him fractures.

not the lust that was exploding within him, something older, something buried, yet his eyes squeeze shut at last as his lips part with a sound that might be relief, or might be agony due to the fact that in all honesty— if it wasn't for his immense self control, he would've already emptied his seed into the deepest depths of your cunt.

you begin to ride him crueler, obscene sounds of wetness accentuating the room as diluc's face exposes the truth— and fuck, his angel face and thick dick made it impossible for you not to become simply flustered while looking at his slacked jaw— it’s a battlefield between restraint and longing, a map of a man quietly coming undone.

and it's your fault, your doing.

his lips were parted, soft and wet from breathing too hard as his throat works visibly when you ride him harder, greedier, grinding your pussy back and forth his pretty dick as your hands comfort his face, allowing him to melt into your touch.

he's slowly adjusting and becoming better at this, stealing a couple thrusts from you as he fucks into you like a madman, his brows drawing tight in a furrow of helplessness when he couldn't stop his hips from pounding into your pussy over and over— being entranced by how good you felt, how warm and wet and soft your pussy felt and fuck, please make this never stop, okay? you must promise diluc for it to never stop.

⚝ — CAPITANO

capitano wasn't a wordy man, nor was he showy man either— but the weight of him was unbearable, his memories and his past— and in the way he touches you, it's like he's memorizing ruin, "tell me if this is too much for you," you tease him while adjusting his cock head with your hole.

he towers above you wide and manly, with his breathing barely cutting through the air— it's low, raw, "you better tell me," and capitano responds with this not because he doubts your inability to tell him if he'd accidentally hurt you, rather because he does not trust himself.

not with the way you feel under him already, not with how tightly he's gripping the sheets beneath his gloves like they’re the only things keeping him from sinning even more. your legs are wrapped around his waist as you urge him to make him move inside with the heels of your feet digging into his back.

but the harbinger doesn't move, he hasn’t even touched you yet— not even your pretty tits which were so deliciously splayed out for him to play with, maybe fondle and even suckle on.

not yet, at least.

because you see, capitano waits, suffers, he sits in silence, body thrumming with a thousand restrained urges, every muscle in him coiling like a beast biting down on its own tongue as for the first time, his mask was off in front of another human— for once, it's off— and his face was a furnace with sweat trailing down his temples, sliding into the strong line of his jaw, vanishing into the shadows of his throat.

his lips were parted, breathing shallow, chest rising too fast when he finally moves himself inside, his eyes closed at the pleasure surging through his body, the tightness of your cunt squeezing him and fuck— you see it now, all of it in his eyes, and how they do not flicker, they devour.

he eats your soul and frame with his manliness— like you feel so good he can’t believe you’re actually real and that your pussy feels so soft and warm around his girthy cock and how easy it was for him to slip himself into your leaky hole, pushing through the tight constriction and even worse?

he’s allowed to look, touch and kiss you, fuck you the entire night, because you just trust him like that.

when his hips roll forward, just once, the low sounds he made were nearly silent— but you feel it, vibrating in your own chest as his hands twitched where they lied useless, heavy on the bed when he took your wrists to press his palms into your skin.

capitano clutches to you as he fucks you harder, his touch being impossibly gentle in clear contrast with his cock being undeniably ruthless on your cunt, moving his hips in a fast rhythm with yours as his chest grinds against your erected nipples. 

he lowers his head and presses his forehead to your sternum, his breathing hot and shaking— and when he finally speaks to you while being balls deep inside, it wasn't a plea, no, instead it was a confession carved out of his own ribs.

"i’ve dreamt of this," he admits bluntly, voice hoarse, almost ruined, "but not even my mind was cruel enough to make it feel like this." he groans out when you squeeze him tight and kiss his lips soft—and you feel his mouth against you fully now, lips trembling, as if even kissing you here was more than he deserved.

⚝ — XIAO

xiao wasn't comfortable with showing his need, more so was he terrified of softness between him and another person, no matter how long you two have been dating already— so when he lets himself feel it for the first time— when he asks, of course— it felt corrupting.

and still, he wanted it.

you could feel the tremble in him, in not just his limbs, but in the whole frame of his as the man was coming apart under the weight of your gentleness.

he touches your hips first, then slowly slides over your chest to cradle your tits like he doesn’t believe he’s actually allowed to do all of this— and by the way he worships you, it's like xiao believed your skin might vanish if he didn't fondle you enough.

"are you sure about this xiao?" the question wasn't bold nor pleading, you didn't want to overstep any of his boundaries or make him uncomfortable with anything which was going on tonight.

he retorts back almost immediately, "are you sure?" and it slips from his mouth barely formed, half-crushed under the weight of shame— was he taking it too fast now? why was he suddenly so excited about it, even more than before.

truth was— sometimes when you weren't looking, he would imagine it, you know, whether he wanted to touch you, or to be touched by you, or simply to be allowed between your legs with his face squeezed beyond oblivion, all of it, maybe, all at once.

xiao's face was feverish with color— high, unnatural blotches of red across his pale skin, as though desire itself offended him, as though it’s a sickness he’s been taught to fear and when you lower your hand to palm his tip, his lips immediately part— wet with shallow breathing and a fine sheen of sweat collected at his temples, sliding in fragile lines down the slope of his throat.

you reach for his length as he flinches— not away, but inward, like the gesture hurts, like the touch was too intimate to survive, and still, he lets you guide him with your hand slowly stroking his cock while his tip hovers over your pussy and leaks of pre, smearing the white slick over your glossy hole.

he breathes your name, once, twice— once more, like it’s a sin and a salvation, yet his eyes remain closed, brows drawn in quiet agony and when his hips involuntarily move against your hole— just barely— his body jerks into you, overcome by the intimacy, by the unbearable knowledge that this was real.

that you are real, beneath him, within reach.

his jaw clenches and he looks at you inexperienced and dewy-eyed— shame and hunger woven together as you kiss along his jaw, telling him to please not stop and fuck, he doesn’t want to stop either, doesn't want this to end but he's so scared of hurting you that it was slowly occupying his mind and soul.

but with you, it was different because you gave him reassurance, with you this wasn't just touch— this was permission, and it's undoing him as he slides himself in, his thick erection being swallowed by your needy hole as the proximity of your pussy engulfs around his dick when he pushes himself in entirely.

"don't…" he whispers nervously as he hides his face in the nook of your neck, eyes still shut tight, voice almost voiceless, "i don’t know what to do with this," he admits and you feel his fingers tighten in your hair, "it's okay xiao aah—" you whine and caress his back;

"i trust you," and archons, he needs you so bad, fuck, he doesn’t even give a damn about how embarrassing he might look or sound right now but this— oh, baby, you shouldn't have said this because now, a lewd mewl rumbles from deep inside his chest when he completely rocks into you with a rough roll of his hips— turning your walls sticky with cum, your slick sticking on his pubes and the movements of his hips which practically screamed insatiable desire.

⚝ — ALHAITHAM

everything alhaitham did was calculated— except this.

"i should be… studying this instead," the words leave him before he could even breath properly— he's a little sharp-edged, half-ironic, mostly desperate, yeah, he's right under you too, propped on his elbows, shirt open at the throat, that brilliant, infuriating mind of his faltering under the weight of your body above his— and yet he tries to keep it, in control, that last thread of composure, fraying faster than he can pretend to hold it.

his eyes— usually so piercing, clinical— are glassy now, narrowed not in skepticism but in helpless focus, fixed somewhere between your lips and the movement of your hips above him, not to mention your pussy slobbering all over his desperately hard dick. he's never felt something like this before and fuck, the moment he did, he's greedy and high on your cunt, more so from sheer overstimulation of what you've been doing to him.

or maybe from thinking too much, too fast, about all the things he's never let himself want.

a bead of sweat trails from his temple down into his hairline, absorbed by already-damp strands as his hand lifts to feel up your beautiful body— hesitant, not because he doesn't know what he’s doing, but because you’re not an equation, you're not a text he can analyze and understand.

you're unpredictable, yes and archons, it terrifies him.

you feel his hands guide you up and down, forcing his dick deeper than before and pretending like he knows what he's doing as his breath stutters almost imperceptible— almost, as small rolls of hips rock into your cunt which were precise first, yes— clinical, also yes, as if trying to learn you by feel, you know? by pressure and reaction.

yet his precision collapses quickly when you watch his mouth fall open just slightly as you squeeze him agonizingly hard, watch the corner of his lips twitch like he's suppressing a groan, smirk deviously when his brows knit as the sensation of your sticky walls began to override his understanding.

"i don't know what this is doing to me, fuck," he mutters— not to you, not even to himself to be honest, just aloud.

his voice began to turn strained due to excessive groaning, foreign in his throat as his fingers dig into the bouncy flesh of your ass— just a bit harder now, helping you bounce up and down his large erection as he studies you like he's drowning in you.

and when you shift your weight down, just enough for him to feel the heat of you flush and align, you see it, the unraveling, the moment alhaitham's intellect gave out and something primal began to move behind his eyes.

he's so pretty, ugh, it's unfair! and his dick being pressed into you so fucking deliciously was a feeling you got addicted to now— one that had saliva dribble through the sides of your lips, one that had your eyes glazed over in love and clit aching in need to be played with too.

everything was written across his face now, the sweat shining in the hollow of his throat, the part of his lips, the way he looks at you as you ride him hard, the smell in the air potent with the scent of his musk and sweat and cum— yet ah, alhaitham looked at you like you were the experiment and the thesis and the collapse of meaning altogether.

and at last, he abandons the hypothesis entirely.

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[0siixteen]

｡𖦹°‧ some genshin men finding a cat you brought in to their space .ᐟ.ᐟ

characters: capitano, dottore, al haitham, wanderer

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[rockingbytheseaside]

✦ POV: the good ending 💍

(you defeat him in a battle and this is the result)

[tabathastan]

why is Capitano on my mind 😭😭

[angelfishe]

"𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍"

>> Genshin man x reader

<< characters : diluc, kaeya, ayato, alhaitham, zhongli, neuvillete, wriotsheley, childe, capitano, dottore, pantalone >>

Warnings : MDNI, contain sexual content

⚠️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE ⚠️

DILUC, very flustered unable to form a sentence after the climax, exhausted to the point you have to serve the customer instead. he's unable to form a sentence, sweat is around his body, his clothes are a mess as well him breathing heavily as if he just went thru a marathon, some Patreon would ask what's wrong with him, and you just replied in his place saying his just tired.

KAEYA, smirking with his clothes disheveled as well as his hair as if someone has been pulling on it, jean asked him what's wrong and he said he just had the best lunch of his life with a satisfied smile and in his office paper are scattered and crinkle as if someone has been sitting on his desk. Jean doesn't question it but the knights that were guarding his office stand with a flustered look as if witnessing and hearing somethings.

AYATO, appears as in his normal self, not a single disheveled or messy hair always appears with a smile and a satisfied look, very dignified the stress on his face disappear after you went into the office bringing him tea and snacks when his working his documents, him leaving the office with a very disheveled you going inside the bedroom, and sometimes during a meeting or a party you and him would leave and go for a "walk".

ALHAITHAM, with a straight face focus on his book as if he didn't spend the last few hours ago having fun with you, the only difference is pink blush that is on his ear, plus in this state he's very emotional in this state, smirking a few times when you were limping next to him, him supporting your entire body. And would order your favorite drink after it. Kaveh would stay with cyno or tighnari if the noise gets too loud.

ZHONGLI, very demure, very mindful. Pink blush appears on his face as well giving you a smile and the eyes full of love. He very much appears as his proper self but more loving. His coat on your shoulder and you guys holding each other's hands together swinging around. His clothes are still in their proper state but his hair is not very messy as if he just let it lose. During his rut you and him would leave going to a mountain to enjoy each other's company.

NEUVILLETE, pretty much blushing the entire time he knows this is an improper way as a judge of Fontaine but he can't hold it in, during trials he looks disheveled and breathing heavily as if he's fantasizing over something, he would send you some looks during trial as if he wants to continue on what's going between you. Once a month he would take a week off of work and the reason for it is by far still a mystery.

WRIOSTHELEY, smirking and winking at you, his shirt button has gone down a few levels revealing his abs with sweat sticking on it, his pants are by far crinkle as if it is on the floor for so long, would whisper on your ear leaving you very much flustered and covering your face with your hands, I'm pretty much sure the entire fortress of meriopede knows you guys business together in his office.

CHILDE, pretty much his happy go looking self with you, smirking, whispering in your ear and sending you the look. Pretty disheveled as if he just won a big battle. Would be very cocky and bragging around, his division would leave his office alone in his request for alone time with you. As well some important documents would have some stains of its weird substance on it.

CAPITANO, appears as if nothing happens to everyone in the fatui in his normal self but very much in a good mood the entire time, his coat is with you sleeping in his tent exhausted after what happened. He will continue on his duties as if normal and nothing happens but plus words of appreciation towards his underlings.

DOTTORE, giggling and smirking the entire time like a school girl, his hair is pulled back by his sweat. Would give you words of admiration and affection towards you and praising you for your accomplishments and would be a little nicer than his usual Impatient self. In this state his much nicer with his experiments and his much older segments are pretty much jealous and wanting to spend time with you.

PANTALONE, sips wine in his very much expensive bath robe while your laying on his bed exhausted, going thru paper works after finishing the equivalent of the meme "he's just nutting inside of me and now he's doing paperwork" would spoil you rotten after it, would go shopping with you and buy you many luxurious gifts, dresses and some expensive lingerie plus new accessories for the next time you guys have a meeting.

[comesatimecomesashadow]

charlotte sometimes *ೃ༄

｡⋆˚࿔°‧ part ii . .

pairing *ೃ༄ il capitano / fem goth reader

fic type *ೃ༄ one-shot, angst, fluff, comfort, pining, slowburn.

cw *ೃ༄ yandere themes, mentions of stalking, reader has family drama but nothing too serious ( in this chapter ).

summary *ೃ༄ living as a recluse for the better part of your life, you'd grown used to the solitude of your daily life. however, when you catch the eye of the fiercest harbinger in teyvat ー the solitude you had grown accystomed to, dissipates.

note *ೃ༄ i know a few of you have been waiting for this capitano / goth wife reader to come out & im so sorry it took so long for me to finally post something but this got to be way too long so i decided to split it into multiple other parts. on to of that, i'm going to take a break from this fic because i wanna write for some other characters, hopefully this will keep y'all fed till later...

｡⋆˚࿔°‧ word count . . ! 7k+

masterlist *ೃ༄

In the dreary scenery of Snezhnaya, falling snow is a commonality. It falls, and falls.. And falls. Relentlessly, the particles allow themselves to be carried by the incessant howling winds — whispers of the never-ending winter. Amidst the bone-chilling iciness is where you reside. 

   Though you are protected by the four walls you call ‘home’, the cold attempts to penetrate through the curtain-covered windows and through every nook and cranny of your home. Inside of your quaint cottage in the outskirts, there are two stories standing tall and lacquered mahogany paints the stairs and floors of your quaint residence. Renaissance-esque paintings are hung up on the walls, giving life to the once-barren sides of the cottage. Those paintings, handpicked by yourself, tell silent stories of longing and yet at the same time, a fulfillment of oneself. 

   It is a melancholic feeling, you think. 

   Your home is decorated with trinkets; A candelabra at the corner near the front door, the porcelain angels that sit on your bookcase in the living room, pencils that litter your desk upstairs, plush pillows that sit atop your resting place — your home might not be lavish nor ostentatious, but it is yours. It is a thing you protect, a thing you keep hidden underneath the layers of the flesh of your heart. 

   The first time you learned the difference between a house and a home, you were young. A fledgeling, barely. 

   You try to not let your mind drift to that place often. 

   It is not a good thing to reminisce about. 

   Here, in your warm kitchen surrounded by the aroma of sweet baking, is better. The ringing of the timer pulled you away from your thoughts of tomorrow. For tomorrow, you were to visit a grave. It had been a few months since she had passed, but you still visited her at least once a month. She was like a sister to you, despite her endless teasing and her (sometimes) infuriating way of wording things, she was still your dearest friend. 

   She always liked your cookies, you remember. 

   ‘You know,’ she would begin, ‘i’ve never been a fan of cookies, but these are amazing.’ The smile on her face as she ate cookie after cookie, sitting at your table as if she were just an ordinary person. Though, you guess, at that time she was exactly that to you. It was not that her title meant nothing to you, but when you grew more comfortable with her — going as far as to let her into your home regularly — she was ordinary. 

   Perhaps that is why her death hurt all too much. 

   ‘She met her fate in Inazuma..’  The words that the Tsaritsa herself spoke to you on that day were etched onto your mind. ‘The others,’ she said, referring to the other ten of her elites.  ‘-Will be at her funeral. I will inform them of your presence beforehand, should you attend.’ You did not attend that day, but the day after. When it was just you and her in solitude — like when she would come over to your quaint cottage and eat cookies on the kitchen table, ranting to you of her work troubles.. That day, it was hard to be the rock you had trained yourself to be. 

   The cookies were left to cool on the kitchen counter for a while. A faint meowing could be heard, followed by the sound of tiny paw-steps on the ground. You turned to see Mittens. Mittens too, was yours. He was a feline with black paws and the rest of his fur was white, except for the black skin of his nose. Mittens had been your companion long before you had made a home in this cottage. 

   The first time you met him, you were chasing him to get back the piece of bread he had taken. He was skinny and frail, the fur on his back was ratty and there were patches without fur. 

   How cold he must have been.. 

   Despite the solitude you had grown accustomed to, it was nice to have a companion. Since taking him in, Mittens’ fur had grown to be fluffy and clean, no more tangled patches and bare spots with raised bite marks. He was an agile feline who curiously lingered around you at all times. 

   Like now. 

   Mittens nudged your hand as you reach out to scritch at his head, a slight smile on your lips. The candlelight that lit your kitchen made it smell of lavender and created a warm ambiance. In here, there was rarely any cold that seeped in through the windows, or maybe that was just you since you naturally ran hot. Sometimes, you even went outside to stand on your porch and relish the biting ice-cold temperatures. 

   But only sometimes. 

   That time was not now. Or rather, you wished it not to be. The feeling of someone watching you, however, sent a cold shiver up your spine. Like spiders running along your arms and crawling up your shoulders, the stare was felt. You looked around, your eyes surveying for any peering eyes — yet none could be found in this dark night. Mittens meowed as you took your hand away and moved to close the navy curtains, if there was someone watching you, they certainly couldn’t now. 

   It was uncomfortable, that feeling of knowing eyes are on you. For the past few days, you began to feel that feeling often. It lingered when you turned a corner in the inner city. It lingered when you shopped for necessities. It even lingered on those cold nights you stole for yourself; When it was just you and the cold of Snezhnaya. Those nights had been yours, yet now it felt as if something, or someone, had intruded your spaces of solitude. 

   For a moment, you corrected yourself. 

   For it was not the fact that you felt the eyes on you, that made you uncomfortable. No. It was being seen that you despised. Like a shadow, you wanted to go unnoticed, unfelt, unacknowledged. 

   It was safer, being invisible. 

   Nowadays, though, you feel naked. As if something has violated your careful isolation. This feeling, this crawling feeling, was invading. It would have done some good for it to have been a visible stalker of some sort because at least then you would have been able to confront them and make it go away. You would have been able to put a stop to it and reclaim your solitude. 

   But alas, you could not fight something you could not see.

   The cookies were sealed in a transparent bag with a thin, red ribbon around the top and then tucked neatly into a black box. The black box had crimson accents upon its sides. You chose it for her. 

   Her grave, you correct yourself. 

   Anyway, you left the box on the kitchen table, beside the three differently sized candles that sat in the middle of your table. With that last task completed, your feet carried you up the stairs and to your comfortable, warm bed. Mittens trailed behind you, running towards the bed once he realized it was time to sleep. He jumped towards the bed gracefully and kneaded at the foot of the bed before making himself comfortable. 

   With a kiss to Mittens’ forehead, you allowed yourself to slumber. 

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   “Do you happen to have these?” The young girl held up a picture of a specific set of paints. From the look of them, they were imported. Esthene inspected the picture in her hands a little more before handing it back to the customer. “I’m not quite sure, but I’ll check in the back for you.” with a courteous smile, she excused herself from her presence and headed towards the storage room. 

   This shop, despite being an art supply store, was not as colorful as its purpose suggested. The walls were painted in a dark auburn, the floors were of lacquered mahogany wood. There weren’t many decorations apart from the spectacular artworks on the wall and the beige curtains that were pulled apart and tied at the ends of the two windows at the storefront. The absence of clutter gave way to a sense of coziness. 

   You appreciated it, atmospheres like this were ideal to you. 

   In your hands was a clipboard. Your eyes scanned over all the supply boxes, or rather, their labels. Your position as manager of the shop often required you to take a look at the inventory and make orders according to what was needed. A newly hired employee, Esthene, came up to you to ask about the paints. 

   “Those, I believe, should be in the far right corner of the shop near the paint aisle. But if there isn’t any, I’ll unpack the new ones.” you told her. Esthene smiled and thanked you before returning to her post. She was new to the shop but a bright person nonetheless. Her hair was a dusty blonde color with fair skin which had freckles peppered onto it. Despite her inexperience at the beginning, she proved to be a good asset to your team. She worked fast and was quick to find solutions. 

   An accomplished feeling settled in your chest as you turned your attention back to the labeled boxes. It was a small help, but a help nonetheless. Despite your dark outward appearance, you quite liked helping others. It often gives you a sense of fulfillment. It was something your employees greatly appreciated about you. 

   You always gave more than you took. 

   You were generous like that. 

   “Are these the ones you’re looking for?” Esthene accompanied the young customer to the aisle you’d directed her to.  

   “Yes! Thank you!” the young girl nodded and picked out the medium-sized jar of paints  she wanted. Afterwards, Esthene rang  her up and the girl placed a bag of mora on the counter as payment. “Keep the change!” she said after Esthene handed her the items in a paper bag. You thought for a moment how bright she seemed, with her ‘thank you’s’ and smiles. You hoped she would keep being that way for as long as time allowed. 

   It was a sad thing to have that joy ripped away. 

   You headed towards the counter after checking the time on the clock; Closing time. As you emerged from the storage room, Esthene had flipped the sign to the ‘closed’ side of it, signifying that the shop was no longer taking customers. The shop wasn’t one of those big outlets with tons and tons of shelves. You liked that about it because it meant there would be more peace and quiet within the shop, even on work days like today. 

   “Closing time, everyone. Let’s get this done quick, alright?” All four of your employees nodded and got straight to work. You helped fix up the storage cabinets as well as put items that had been misplaced back in their designated area. After the sweeping, the mopping and the wiping was done, you handed everyone their paychecks and bid them farewell. You were the last to leave. 

   After locking up for the night, you began on your way to your dear friend’s grave. The cold air made it so you could see the breath that escaped your lips whenever you exhaled. In your left hand, was the box of cookies you had prepared for the occasion. In your opposite hand was your purse, which carried a book among other things. Your intention was to read it at her grave under the light of the mausoleum she now slept in, she often loved hearing you read to her. 

   ‘It’s entertaining when you do it. If I were to do it, it’d sound monotonous.’ she told you once when you had asked her why she preferred your reading over her own. You smiled at the thought. Her grave was just a few blocks away. Your friend had been buried in a secluded sanctuary, one dedicated specifically for her. The Tsaritsa, in her kindness, allowed you to keep visiting her. 

   Though you chose to not worship the archons like most, you were grateful to her for her generosity. 

   It would have been devastating had you not been allowed to see her after the funeral.

   Even if you weren’t seeing her face to face. 

   You got off of the wagon and bid farewell to the kind passerby that had driven you here. The cold bit at the exposed skin of your face, but you cared not. You approached the building and it was then that you began to feel the all-too familiar feeling of being watched. You looked around, scanning the area for the culprit, but as always, you found nothing. You grumbled and shook your head dismissively. Without any more hesitance, you walked into her grand resting place. 

   There, as you walked in, lay her gravestone. A pyro crystalfly was frozen in place where her head should be. You shook off the feeling of annoyance from being watched and found the peace within yourself to smile down upon seeing her resting place. Your fingers caressed the top of the marble coffin, it was cold. Though, you couldn’t feel it due to your gloves. 

   “I’m here, again..” You spoke, as if she could hear you. “I wonder if you tire of me, Rosalyne.” A chuckle escaped your throat while you leaned against the marble structure that carried her coffin atop it. The cookie box was placed beside you and you searched for the book in your bag. The only light that seeped in was the moonlight, which you could barely see in. So you lit a few candles for better lighting.

   It was moments like these that you were grateful for the pyro vision you possessed. The time was spent with you reading classic gothic literature to Rosalyne and enjoying the cookies you had prepared while you sat there beside her grave. Of course, you knew she could not hear you, but it was nice to believe that she could.. Somewhere out there. 

   After about an hour, you had read a total of four chapters from the book. You decided to stop there and gather your things, it was getting quite late and you still had to walk from here to your cozy home. Mittens was probably missing you and waiting at the door for you to arrive, knowing him. 

   You stuffed the box into your satchel along with the book and told her goodbye. With that, you took your leave and were exposed to Snezhnaya’s cold winds again. It would be difficult to flag down another wagon.. You let out a small sigh and began your walk back to your cottage, at least the pyro vision you kept would help you keep warm. 

   The feeling of being watched was gone. But you kept thinking about it. It was a feeling you just couldn’t shake no matter how much you tried to do so. Your brows furrowed in thought as you walked underneath the snow and streetlights. It was only when you bumped into a man’s shoulder that you snapped out of it. “..!” your eyes widened and you immediately apologized to the man while crouching down to collect your satchel which had fallen upon impact. 

   But the man was faster. 

   “I apologize.” he said as he collected your satchel before you could reach it. He handed it back to you but your mind had gone blank after setting your eyes on the man.. Who had a black void for a face. He was draped in a fur coat of immaculate creation — you noticed —  and accents of gold and silver which only served to accentuate his regality even more. 

   There was only one figure in Snezhnaya who was famous for his face — or his lack of one. 

   “..Ah. You’re..There is no need for you to apologize, the fault lies with me.” you bowed your head a little, it made you anxious that his vision was directed at you. 

   You hated being seen. 

   The familiar uncomfortable feeling of being watched returned. But this time, you knew who exactly it was that was looking at you. “Are you alright?” 

   On instinct, you replied, “Yes, I’m alright. I was only lost in thought, forgive me.” The chains of his helmet clinked when he nodded. It was hard not to act so formal when The First was standing in front of you, focused on you. 

   “May I ask what you are doing out so late?” His voice was clear, in this wind it was always a little hard to hear. But him? His voice was as clear as still water. You found no reason to deny him an answer so you nodded. 

   “I’m currently on my way home, Lord Harbinger.” The words felt foreign on your tongue, but there was no telling what he might do if you were to disregard his status. You had heard the rumors and frankly, you did not believe them. But it was hard to not feel intimidated when he towered over you like this. 

   “I see.” He didn’t say anything else after that which left the two of you in an awkward silence. This is why you preferred to stay to yourself. Small talk was a nightmare. 

   You bowed slightly, awkwardly. “If there is nothing else.. I will continue on my way home. Is that alright?” Your vision shifted from your feet to the black void that covered his face. 

   The Captain stayed silent for a moment, it seemed that he had something else to say but decided against speaking. With his silent nod, you quickly made yourself scarce from his presence. Your walk was brisk and quick in the hopes that he would let you leave without a word. Authority in Snezhnaya wasn’t ‘harsh’ but you’d rather not get involved with any governmental affairs, especially not with the Tsaritsa’s elite. 

   You sang a solemn lullaby to yourself while you walked home. It was stupid, but it made you feel less alone during the journey home. The feeling of being watched subtly returned whenever you turned a corner but no matter how much you looked back to check if there was anyone there, you could see nothing. 

   Thankfully though, you made it home that night safely. 

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   About a few months have passed since that night and your life went as usual. You clocked into work, clocked out of work, visited Rosalyne once a month with cookies in tow and led your quiet life with your quiet feline at your side. Everything was supposed to be normal. 

   Key word: ‘supposed to’. 

   Yet as of late, there have been more than a few instances that weren't normal. Ones that could not be counted as simple ‘coincidences’. For instance, following that small  interaction with The First; He has begun to appear in places you usually did not expect him to. One of these encounters happened at a craft shop you often frequented. The shop was run by a nice old woman and her two grandchildren; It was a quaint business in which you often went to pick up supplies to mend clothing or to merely admire the unique fabrics. 

   One wintry afternoon, when the streets were bustling and the sun was shining, you walked into the shop only to learn from Mrs. Yachka, the nice old woman, that the esteemed Captain of the Fatui Harbingers was in her very shop. With your curiosity piqued, you subtly made your way to the back of the shop to where he was stationed. When your eyes landed upon him, he cradled a sample of silk fabric in his claws. His claws, that no doubt had taken lives during battle, were now being used to inspect a delicate piece of silk.. 

   ‘How strange.’ you would think to yourself, a placid smile forming upon your lips absentmindedly. You subtly walked to his side, pretending to look at the fabrics. Your eyes were glued to them but all you really wanted to do was gauge his expression.. from his body language of course. You deemed The First to be a reserved man and so, you thought to engage in conversation first, but he beat you to it. 

   With a sharp yet calm tone, The First uttered a statement to you. He let down the fabric, allowing his hand to disappear into his thick and white, winter fur coat. “It’s you.” he continued, “The woman who was visiting Rosalyne.” 

   Upon hearing his words, you drew a blank before the memory of your first encounter with him flashed in your mind. “Oh. Yes, that- That would happen to be me.” You felt oddly sheepish, realizing that this was how The First, The most honorable soldier  in all of Snezhnaya, remembered you. “My name is ______. I understand that this is our first formal meeting, Lord Harbinger.” The title slipped from your tongue easily, yet now it was without the tone one uses to speak to a figure of authority — it felt strange to hear those words sound so .. non-fearful. 

   “_______.” He muttered, as if to test out how your name felt on his lips.  “You may call me Capitano. I believe you were in a hurry during our last encounter.” The black void of his face peered down at you, though you felt it less imposing than the previous time it had been directed at you. Maybe it was accredited to the way the sunlight peeking through the shop’s windows made him seem ethereal-like. 

   You kept a small smile, “Yes, I was in a hurry to get home that night. It was late.. ” After a moment of silence, you remembered what it was that you were even speaking to him for. “Do you come here often?” 

   The chains on his mask clinked as he shook his head slowly. “No. I heard in passing that the fabrics here, at this establishment, were one-of-kind. There is a banquet to be held soon and the Tsaritsa has requested my attendance.” Your eyes drifted to the rolls of fabric on display. 

   “Are you looking for something specific or only browsing? I know this shop quite well and it would be an honor to aid you — if you’d like, that is.” You weren’t sure if it was because of his status or the oddly warm environment around the two of you, but something made it easier for you to extend your kindness to him when you barely even knew the man. 

   Not that it was a bad thing to be kind to strangers.

   It was just peculiar how willing you were being when you usually preferred to keep interactions with others short or to have none at all. 

   “Which would you recommend?” His sight was once again on the display racks, away from you. This action made you feel at ease due to your inclination to not maintain eye-contact, even if you couldn’t exactly see his eyes. Mrs. Yachka watched the two of you mull over the decision. She felt less intimidated now that you were keeping him company. Of course, it wasn’t as if she was scared of the Harbinger. It only caught her off guard since it was unusual to see a decorated soldier like him at her quaint shop. 

   A few minutes had passed by now and you bit your lip while thinking. “-I also believe there was this navy shade of velvet that I found quite pleasing during my last visit. It should be around here..” You stepped around the aisle and made your way to the other side, the tall harbinger following after you. When your eyes landed on it, you reached out to hold it. “I believe this would do nicely and the shade suits you well, too.” Your eyes drifted up to he who was now reaching out to hold the cloth in your hand. 

   After The First inspected the material, the clinking of chains was heard while he nodded in approval. “Very well, I will trust your judgement as you seem to be well-versed in this area.” 

   A quiet laugh escaped your lips while you pressed your fingers to your lips softly, “I’m not an expert, that would be Mrs. Yachka at the front. I am merely speaking from experience.” You could not see it at that moment, but The Harbinger’s expression had softened. Your humility was something refreshing to him. 

   Afterwords, when the Harbinger was done speaking to you, he went to Mrs. Yachka to request a shipment of the navy velvet fabric. You weren’t privy to the details of the conversation due to the fact that you had been shopping when he placed his order, but when you were done with your little errand, Mrs. Yachka informed you that the Harbinger had paid a handsome amount for the fabric despite the price being significantly less than his payment. 

   You were in awe at the amount, but then realized that for a man of his status, the purchase must have been no big deal. You wondered for a moment what it would be like to have that kind of money but quickly moved on from it. After a lively chat with Mrs. Yachka, you returned to your home with the sewing supplies you’d been looking for. 

   Following that happenstance, The Captain appeared to you once more about three weeks after your formal encounter. This time, it took place behind your cottage. Well, not exactly behind it. See, your cottage was stationed in the outskirts of the city. This meant that while you did have your peace and quiet, you were also subject to witnessing the training of the Fatui just a ways away from your backyard. 

   The land was barren, as always, and vast enough for soldiers to train. It was no surprise to you that the Fatui’s armies would train there and it was certainly not a disturbance since they were far away enough to not cause you any trouble. However, you did not expect it to be Capitano who was leading the platoons behind your cottage. It wasn’t a strange thing to see the soldiers training, but in your years of living in that cottage, it was the first time you had ever seen The First leading them. Usually it was a highly-ranked Fatui Member that took care of the Fatui training.

   Though, seeing as he was rumored to be the most skilled fighter in all of Snezhnaya, it wasn’t all that strange. Maybe it just felt that way due to the fact that you were acquainted with him more than you should have been. 

   The snow was falling outside, softly landing on the ground like a bird’s fallen feathers. It was as cold as always, but the fire at the hearth warmed the four walls of your home. Mittens nudged your leg as you were sat on the couch in front of the hearth, mending an old maroon skirt of yours. The feline jumped at the sound of abrupt knocking at the front of your door. Your brows knitted in slight annoyance, wondering who decided to interrupt your precious tranquility. At around the third series of hard knocking a sigh left your lips as you got up to check who it was. To your utter dismay, it was one of the people you least expected (or wanted) to pay you a visit. 

   In the seven years that you had called this cottage ‘home’, she never once had come. Nor did you want her to, for she was the woman who made your childhood an inferno. Without a second thought, your hand flew to the handle to shut the wooden door closed. But alas, she was quicker. With her foot wedging in between the door, she maintained an opening — access to you. 

   “What is it that you need?” you tried to speak normally, but the underlying anger was prominent in your tone. 

   “Need?” Your older half-sister, croaked. “Couldn’t you at least invite me in for a cup of tea? It’s the least you could do after what-” 

   “I have no desire to speak of past events.” You made sure she felt the authority in your voice. The wounds from your past had long-since been healed and you had no intention to allow her to pick at the scars. 

   You would not allow her to desecrate your home. 

   “We don’t have to talk about that, but I have to see you.” she said, her moss-colored eyes boring into your own. 

   “You’ve seen me,” you said, “Now go, Yessenia.” You observed her sharply, gauging her next move. She seemed as impatient as ever and the way she was carrying herself, you could tell she was the same woman from before. Not even time could change her. You looked upon her clothing through the small opening and just by examining it for a few minutes you could tell that the wealth she once boasted of was gone. 

   Unfortunately, she had no intention to leave. Yessenia sighed and pleaded with you and despite your heartstrings being tugged at, you refused to open the door an inch more. “Please, you’ve no idea how horrible everyone back home is doing — The situation is dire..” Tears threatened to spill out of her eyes. “Our mora stretched thin and without your help, i’m afraid we might be thrown to the streets, like trash- please! Have you no compassion for your family??” The tone in her voice sounded desperate. 

   Your mind screamed at you to refuse her entry.. but your heart, soft as ever, crumbled upon seeing her so distraught. You could clothe yourself in all the shades of black there were, but your heart could never be so noir as to turn someone in need away. What did it matter that she was unforgiving at one point? Maybe she has changed, maybe. With a heavy sigh, you opened your door to her and allowed her into the four warm walls you called home. 

   “Thank you,” she wiped her eyes and held your hand close to her chest. She was dressed in commoner clothing. Gone were the frilly dresses made of silk and the heavy faux furs she once donned. “You’ve been doing well, I can see.” She looked around your cozy, clean home. Without a reply, you guided her to the couch where you once had been. 

   “What tea do you like?” Mittens entered the kitchen adjacent to the living room alongside you, his purring long gone. 

   “Do you have peppermint?” 

   “Yes,” your replies were curt. Of course, you agreed to hear her out but you were still on guard. Her actions would tell if she had truly separated from her old self. After a short time, the kettle whistled and you meticulously prepared two white mugs of peppermint tea. Again came that feeling of being watched — it had lessened as of late, but it wasn’t completely gone. 

   You chalked it up to the adrenaline you were experiencing due to Yessenia’s unexpected arrival. 

   “I can see you still enjoy the darker things in life,” Yessenia commented, a slight giggle at the end of her utterance. 

   “I do.” The mug was handed to her; you took your place on the couch afterwards. The feeling of warmth and coziness should have settled in by now but the anxiety from just being around her did not leave you. 

  Yessenia accepted the mug and was now drinking from it. She was pleased with the drink, her relaxed expression said as much.  “How long have you lived here?” She looked towards the paintings, to the fireplace and the little porcelain angels that sat atop the structure. 

   “In the same month I left that house; About seven years now, I believe.” Mittens jumped onto your lap and made himself at home there, much to Yessenia’s surprise. 

   “That cat.. It’s the same one from the alleyway? From when we were kids?” her emerald eyes widened slightly at the prospect. Clearly, she hadn’t expected you to take in a stray cat. 

   “His name is Mittens.” you clarified. “But there are more pressing matters than my home and my companion. You had something you wanted to speak to me about, did you not?” 

   Yessenia seemed a little dejected at the change of subject, but she continued nonetheless. “Yes, I wanted to speak to you.. About mom.” 

   “Your mother? Please elaborate.” At the mention of that woman, you became stone-faced. You had hoped that after leaving, you would be leaving that family behind too. But to your utter dismay, that was not how it turned out to be. The painful words that woman directed towards you either under her breath or to your face had left you with scars that took years to heal. If you could, you’d shut your ears and disappear from their memories. 

   But you had a heart. 

   Yessenia gazed down at the liquid in the cup, her expression downcast with her lips in a frown. “She isn’t doing so well, the business is failing and her health is not what it used to be. Brother and I have tried everything to help with the finances but nothing works, the sales keep plummeting..” 

   A dull clink was heard the moment your cup was set down. With crossed arms and furrowed eyebrows, you let out a sigh. “..I assume you want my father’s money. Is that what you’re asking?” 

   Her green eyes shimmered at the mention of your fathers savings. Before he had met his end, your father left everything to you in his will. The love you had for your father was like nothing else and you hated to see him so enamored with a wicked woman who only degraded you in your childhood, sans his presence of course. However, it seemed that he realized his mistakes and the impact they had on you, which you believe led to him only naming you in his will. Not his second wife or your two half-siblings — you. 

   It was unknown how he died, but there was a fire and you assumed that that was the cause. After his funeral took place, a lawyer traveled to your home to inform your step mother and half siblings that his life’s savings were to be transferred to you upon your eighteenth birthday. You hadn’t used them all up, you were wise with it. With that money, you’d get yourself a nice cottage in the outskirts and afford to have your beloved feline taken care of. After those two things had been settled, you pretty much put the rest of the money into a savings account. 

   After all, your father had been a rather successful doctor. 

   “Well, you see..” Yessenia began. She went on and on about her mother’s condition; Mentioning here and there that they had gotten themselves into debt that they could not afford to pay. “I hope you know that this is not how I would have liked us to reunite,” Yessenia held your hands in her own. “Sister, please. Her condition is dire.” 

   Following that moment, you sighed and slipped your hands away from her. “Allow me to see her and assess her condition; I’ll make my decision afterwards.” 

   Yessenia’s brows furrowed and for a moment you could see those same ire-ridden eyes from your childhood — though they were gone as soon as they appeared. “Do you believe me to be a liar? Is that why you’re asking?” Her words were sharp and reminded you of when the two of you were children. When she would tease you and blame you for any mishap. 

   “No,” you matched her sharp gaze. “However, I have no reason to believe this is even true. I have not seen your family in almost seven years now, how do you expect me to trust you?” 

   Yessenia sighed and placed her cup down on the table. “Very well. I shall take you to see her in a week’s time. Is this arrangement fine with you, sister?” 

   A curt nod signalled the end of the conversation between the two of you. She was gone in a matter of minutes; as soon as you watched her figure get smaller and smaller until she disappeared into the fogginess, you closed the door. 

   Or well, that is what you would have wanted to do. 

   Before you could retreat back into your warm sanctuary, you felt the presence of someone else near you. Again, the feeling of being watched surged up inside you. You were sick of this paranoia; So much so, that you were just about to close the door and call it a night. The wind and fog obscured your vision so there was nothing you could do, it wasn’t like you were going to spend the whole night searching for a culprit that may not even exist. 

   That was, until you saw a tall figure in the distance. A small gleaming sheen of blue seemed to be staring at you, but you knew not what it was. With your brows furrowing in confusion you walked out to your porch leaving the door closed so your feline wouldn’t venture out and get sick. “Who’s there?” You spoke loud enough for them to hear, but the wind was howling and the snow around you was making a ruckus with the way it swirled and fled. Before long, you were surrounded by the blizzard, unable to see the figure. Only your house was in a distant view. “This was stupid,” you muttered to yourself while you bunched up the fabric of your skirt to walk through the thick snow. Maybe it was because your vision wasn’t the best while in the snow-storm, but you bumped into something — someone. Slowly, your vision was brought up to see none other than the familiar mask of The First. 

   “Ca..pitano?” The words were hard to get out with your teeth chattering every few seconds. Maybe you should’ve taken a thick coat before venturing out to find that figure with gleaming blue lights… But then you would have likely lost them in the storm. At least now you could confirm what your stalker looked like.  

   “______?” The confusion was evident in his tone. With not a moment to be spared, Capitano slipped off his thick coat and wrapped it around you. ‘And they say chivalry is dead..’ you thought to yourself as you adjusted to the leftover warmth within the coat. “You’re far from home. Why?” The Captain questioned you while he escorted you back home. You wondered if he could see better than you, given these conditions. 

   More importantly, you wondered how exactly he knew where you resided. 

   “You know where I live?” you directed your vision back to him, curious as to what his answer would be. 

   There was the sound of chains clinking as he nodded. “I personally scouted the area before the training commenced, it would have been unwise to do so.” Your vision shifted from you to your home which was now becoming clearer and clearer to see. His answer wasn’t anything peculiar so your suspicions of him possibly being your stalker were slim to none. “However, you’ve yet to answer my question. Why did you decide to walk in this blizzard? I’m sure you know how detrimental that could have been to your health.” 

   “I’m not fragile, I can take care of myself.” You slurred your words a little because of the cold that bit at you. “But if you must know, I..” Should you tell him about the stalker? He was one of the harbingers.. Maybe he could actually help you with the situation? You hesitated for a moment before continuing. “I went out on a walk to clear my head.” 

   “In this weather?” the harbinger questioned, his voice sharp yet seemingly concerned. Soon enough, the both of you reached your cottage. It didn’t take long since you had not walked too far, thankfully. Still, the cold was troubling you. Your pyro abilities made your body less susceptible to the cold, but Snezhnaya’s winter was nothing like a normal cold. 

   You nodded and turned to face him once the two of you arrived at the steps of your cottage. “Yes, It wasn’t this bad when I first stepped out. I’m deeply sorry to have troubled you; I know a man such as yourself has more pressing things to take care of.”  The Captain’s vision lingered on your figure. The way you shut down his line of questioning clearly indicated that you were concealing something from him. However, he also understood that the two of you were not so close for him to demand answers of that sort from you. 

   So with a subtle sigh, the Captain allowed you to take off the coat he allowed you to wear. You offered it back to him; Looking at him now, he had a lean build, it contrasted  what you had initially thought of him. Without his coat he seemed less imposing — but the mystery surrounding him remained. He seemed much taller, if that was possible, now that you were face to.. Chest, with him. 

   The Captain’s claws subtly brushed over your fleshly hands as he accepted his coat back. He grunted while adjusting it around himself, it seemed there was something he wanted to say. Without a moment’s hesitation, the Harbinger cleared his throat. “If there is anything at all that ails you, do not hesitate to notify me.” 

   You blink once. 

   Then twice. 

   The words failed to come out of your mouth; Who would have thought that a simple sentence like that could leave you speechless? Now, you were not one to have your head in the clouds about every single man who showed you kindness. Nonetheless, when a man like the Captain — who is revered, not only in Snezhnaya, but all throughout Teyvat and who is the pinnacle of regality and unrivaled strength — His kindness would leave a simple woman like yourself, in awe. 

   “I.. -Yeah, yes. I’ll make sure to do so, Capitano.” you stammered. After giving you a nod of acknowledgement, he was off to the training grounds. Slowly, you crept into the safety of your home. Your eyes wide with confusion and a newfound excitement? With his kindness shown to you in these past few occasions came a plethora of questions. 

   If his encounters with you were not coincidences- Did it mean that Capitano had intentionally gone out of his way to seek you out? 

   You chuckle. “No, that would be stupid..”

[morose-melodies]

your husband adored you - it was true.

in his eyes, you were as innocent as a doe, you could do no harm.

so, was it really a surprise when he didn't take your attempt to threaten him seriously?

he took the fact that you were crying more seriously than he did the fact that you were holding a knife at him, waving it around carelessly while sobbing.

"(y/n)..." the captain slowly reached forward - you were frightened, that last thing he wanted was to scare you further, "hand me the knife. please, (y/n)," the captain was not above pleading, not when it was for your sake.

"no, no, no- just open the front door and let me leave!" you flinched away from him, you couldn't let him take this from you, not after what you had to do to get it.

that was what you wanted but the captain was so very against that. he adored you, he couldn't find it in himself to let you go, "(y/n), no. hand me the knife and we will talk about it."

the captain stepped forward - he was, as much as he hated to admit it, resorting to cornering you to get the knife from you. "I'm not angry with you, (y/n), not in the slightest. please don't make this worse for yourself," the captain once again pleaded.

"no... no, i just wanna go home. please, please back off! just let me leave!"

so, the captain took a step back, just as you asked and once more asked, "hand me the knife, (y/n). that's all I'm asking of you."

"I can't! I can't! just let me leave," you jutted your hand outward, waving the knife at him, "please just open the door and let me leave!!"

"I cannot," the captain refused. seeing you so fearful made the captain feel like the worst man alive, "I cannot let you leave, (y/n)."

you did not falter, you continued to wave the knife at the captain and that's when he took it from you - he tried to be gentle but you fought, clashing your hand against his chest, screaming and tugging, trying to get the knife back but it was futile.

"(y/n), do not hurt yourself," the captain quickly tossed the knife away and pulled you to his chest. he rested his hand on the back of your head and tried to calm you, "if you had told me sooner that you were upset, I would've done everything in my power to make it better."

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[affableramen]

when you’re hurt

°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

ᡣ𐭩 incl. kazuha, tartaglia, wriothesley, neuvillette, pantalone, capitano, dottore, alhaitham, baizhu

ᡣ𐭩 hurt + comfort, established relationships

Masterlist

°˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖° °˖✧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚✧˖°

[dark-night-hero]

Genshin Characters and their "Multo" aka Ghost.

Zhongli/Morax

Humingang malalim, pumikit na muna At baka sakaling namamalikmata lang

Zhongli, Morax's ghost is that fact that he would outlive you over and over again. He would live for a whole lifetime just to see you die before him. Forever haunted by the different yet the same version of his beloved. Haunted by the fact that he would try to find you in everyone thus realising the fact that he could no longer love anyone else. But you.

Morax who finds you in everyone, reminds you of everything. It was like everything was about you. And how funny it was, you were anywhere but next to him. It feel like the more he tries to forget about you- despite the thousands of years, memories that were long forgotten. Despite the fact that he could barely remember your face, your voice. You still haunts him. Everything reminds him of you no matter how much he trues to deny it. He could never get used to it.

Kamisato Ayato

Ba't nababahala? 'Di ba't ako'y mag-isa? Kala ko'y payapa, boses mo'y tumatawag pa

Ayato's ghost would be the fact that he almost had you. The fact that the two of you happened; a short serenity. A short bliss of happiness he would never forget that would forever haunt him as he choose his duties before himself.

People would see him as the Head of the Kamisato Clan, the one who manage to rebuild his clan at the edge of ruins. The one who was said to be cunning yet kind. A manipulator and a strategist. The one who was contented with his life, and yet the moment he heard your familiar calling, he would look back. Only to realise he was alone, you aren't here anymore. That this is what he had given up willingly all those years ago. His happiness.

Al Haitham

Binaon naman na ang lahat Tinakpan naman na 'king sugat

Al Haitham's ghost is the fact that he never confess. It was never about the circumstances, you were always by his side. It was never about miscommunication, you talked, you always does. It was never about trust, he had known you all his life, the trust that you two had was everything. It was about time. It was about damn time. He though you had more time, if only he had known.

So as he stood in front of your grave, a flower in hand. He just stares. Would things be different he confessed? If he asked you to stay? Stay with him? If he did not try to play it safe, would you still be here with him? If he did not try to suppress these feelings, would you still be here right beside him? He would never know and it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Neuvillette

Ngunit ba't ba andito pa rin? Hirap na 'kong intindihin

Neuvillette's ghost is the fact that he could never love you again, not after the hundred years of guilt. While it was the verdict and countless accusations, evidence that eventually took you away from him. He was the same being that pass on that verdict to you. While he had forgiven the national from that they did. He himself could not forgive the fact that he did that to you.

He knew you deserve better, now that you are back. He knew that you deserve better, and he knew he was not. So he let you go, for the second time in his lifeline, he let you go. But it was okay, at least this time you are alive, you are safe, even if it wasn't by his side. He knew he could not love you again, the guilt was eating him alive and yet the pain of seeing you with someone else was a different kind of pain, one that would haunt him forever, for the rest of his life.

Diluc Ragnvindr

Tanging panalangin, lubayan na sana Dahil sa bawat tingin, mukha mo'y nakikita

Diluc's ghost is the dreams and broken promises that he had left behind upon becoming the rouge, on his venture for vengeance. He left without saying goodbye, not even a letter explaining why. Not even a letter to his own fiancé he had left alone in the altar.

The same fiancé that came into mind when he find himself knocking on deaths door, keeping him alive. Only to find out the reason why he manage to kept himself alive the reason why he came back was no longer around. You died, alone in an alley at day the two of you were supposed to get married. Clutching the rings the two of you were supposed to exchange that very same day. Now kept in his chest, attached on the necklace underneath his clothes. Hoping it was you talking through the tavern door, greeting him with your smile. That was a dream he would forever wish upon.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: I've been lss Multo for a few days now anddd wellll, i miss genshin :") ALSO ANG BANAS GRABE LORD

Bonus:

You

Kahit sa'n man mapunta ay anino mo'y kumakapit sa 'king kamay Ako ay dahan-dahang nililibing nang buhay pa

Your ghost is Capitano who you spend most of your life with. He who cannot rest in peace finally find himself at peace. And there is nothing you can do about it but to accept the fact that he had left you behind. That he had finally find his peace, something you had always been dreaming of when it comes to him. Because admit it, it may not seemed that way but he had always been suffering, carrying onnthe weight of the nation that had long been gone.

As much as you want to hate him for leaving you alone. You cannot, not when he had finally find his peace. Not when he could finally rest. But then again, if there is nothing that would haunt you forever is by how peaceful he looked when he left. Like he had no regrets, like he had done enough. In which in fact he did. He left in peace, which left you in pieces. Never to love again.

[acexsmhking]

Spent all day washing my hair, making banana bread, baking it, braiding my hair with no time in-between to daydream about Toby, Capitano, Kurt, Remy, Tim, Jack, Altair, Ezio whatsoever. What a tiring day

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 7 — MONSTERFUCKING/DRAGONCOCK

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — zhongli, neuvillette, capitano, childe

— warnings. — fem! reader, monsterfcking, size kink/size difference, oral (fem! receiving)

⚝ — ZHONGLI + dragon

across minds, there were scents of dust and gentle perfumes clashing together, with rough slaps and feisty grabs of flesh against zhongli's muscular hands as it only showed a fraction of what was going on between you two.

can you still call it love making though? be honest now, was it really something you'd consider to use the word love for?

because this, uh fuck, this was so much more fun and unrestrained, though you can barely feel yourself anymore despite really trying your best after round two, yet the man just didn't run out of stamina, even if he tried. his body was glowing, majestic and the connection he had to your body was profound— the flow of his hips moving through time and space, your body shivering and giving way to be held up by his bare arms and his pressure against you.

zhongli wanted this really badly, you know? he's been thinking about fucking your pretty pussy all day long that he even thought about fucking his hand for a little, however, while imagining it being your soft, wet cunt instead— well, you gotta understand him, okay? how dare you be so freaking busy all day, running around looking this fucking hot, no wonder his cock was fully meeting your insides now, moving almost in a dance as his tongue writhes with yours so tightly to his length fiecerly battering your walls.

a sense of overwhelming nakedness and lewdness cradle your skull as his expanded cock hits places within you, previously unknown, untouched yet now— he maked them his own, scraping across the skin, conquering, pounding you as the feeling of fullness brought pure elation to your soul.

⚝ — NEUVILLETTE + dragon

neuvillette's unparalleled beauty wasn't fully without warning, because he was a living embodiment of the sea's power— and wow, how he looks at you, touches and licks between your folds with his slicked tongue, truly outstanding.

it's long, flowing, as if he's motioning a deep wave of lust which resembled cascading waves, rippling with every subtle movement as you hump and smear your cunt across his lips, and his sharp, sharp yet graceful features— oh dear, you're in for it now, aren't you? not only that but they radiated an ethereal glow.

you feel yourself lusting for more of him, his erection to ram and destroy you, yet his monstrous tongue already felt as if it was too much— his wet muscle judging all with traces and filthy flicks that held the weight of oceans and storms against your skin and bones.

His presence was awe-inspiring, the air around your bodies seemingly shimmering of pheromones and sweat as if it couldn't quite contain the sheer majesty of his being. you let out a gasp upon holding his hair within your palm, yet you squirm again, all sprouting from a long, thick tongue grazing at your binding taste.

"oh, please, you’re right there," you whine, scream and cry, desperately bucking your hips against his tentacle like tongue, the pressure of his muscle still as insistent as ever. neuvillette continued to explore you with a reddened face, his usual stoic facade gone without a trace.

⚝ — CAPITANO + big monster

a big, scary monster, hm? you're so scared of capitano, yeah? oh no, don't be shy in admitting that you loved seeing him in this form, all scars on full display with your legs parted and waiting, pussy drenched in your juices and aching, yeah, aching to be fucked desperately until you cum all over him like the sweet n cute darling which you were to the harbinger.

he loved how you seemed so, hm, innocent in comparison to him which, well, wasn't that difficult to begin with, yet capitano went off on it— not only that but how you knew he was the strongest and that he was able to protect you from everything and anything, while also fucking your literal brains out every single night.

he fears any part of his cock leaving you, your warm, soft pussy and how well you fit around him.

you also try so hard all the time, attempting to fit all the inches at once while knowing fucking well you require some foreplay before he could even attempt to sink his tip inside. archons, you're close now, he can feel you shivering around his shaft, body quivering now with cold sweat, electric tingles on the insides of your thighs and too many sensations that you've ended up giving yourself to him entirely.

⚝ — CHILDE + foul legacy

childe flutters his gaze apart with his crimson eyes blazing with an intensity that matched the ferocity of his attacks in combat, the force of his hips not to be reckoned with as it resembled his fighting style— wild and unpredictable as your body was covered in thick waves of his cum, yet you didn’t want him to stop, and childe wouldn't want to reject anything his darling wanted, correct? you allowed him to fuck you harder, make it seen all over your face and neck and tits, your thumping chest and your shattering thighs grasping for tension.

it was an unbelievable sensation, without comparison, otherworldly and slimy and wet, but at the same time soft and gentle and comforting like he's wanting to make sure you remember he wouldn't hurt you, ever, not even with the sheer size in his pants.

the chaos he embraced in the bedroom left you out of breath with a staggering motion between your thighs as childe burned brightly, his big, strong arms holding you close with a passion that extended beyond the act. of course, there was no middle ground, not with him, not when he made you feel so alive and, well, unrestrained.

it was the confident in his thrusts, how he fucked you relentlessly with a big, fat grin on his face, yet when you let out a soft whine, wordlessly begging him to shove it deeper, much much deeper and stronger, he gives your nipples some attention at the very least before he decides to lick across one with his long, ripped tongue.

and well, would you look at that, how your body reacted to that was far more devious.

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