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...I found the “girl falls into middle earth” fic I wrote when I was 11

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I fell in love not because of the way you giggle nor the way you smile but because every time I see you life gets better for a while

I fell in love with your eyes and your laugh the way you look at the stars mesmerized by your voice just how wonderful you are

I fell in love with an open heart so pure like the moon and the sun a cycle of chase yet I've never been so sure

I fell in love with the care you show the world the trust I have in you unmatched in it's power I hope one day you will too

I fell in love

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when the fog rolls in.

summary: You try to piece together your scattered memories about a woman you once knew.

notes: 1.7k words, fic, author's notes, memory loss + nonlinear narrative, I just really wanted to play with form and perspective with this one!!!

There is something you have to do.

There is something you have to do, and you do not remember what.

There is a memory, like a scrap of discolored silk, that you clutch in your numb fingers.

There are many memories, like faded pieces of fabric, too light and too loose for you to hold and to collect. They fall out of your hands just as you reach for them, so you can only hold one at a time.

You have to remember.

You cannot forget.

There is something you have to do, and you’re running out of time.

—

A woman runs light, gentle fingers through your hair, combing the unruly strands. She’s humming an Eastside lullaby that pools in your heart and all its crevices.

Your head is in her lap, and you snuggle against her like a cat. Her touch makes you melt boneless into her arms. 

You love her, you think. You have loved her for a long time. You love her gentle fingers and her soft voice and the way she looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“Awake already?” she asks. Sharp sunlight cuts across her face, obscuring her features from you. “You should sleep some more.”

“But if I do, I won’t get to spend as much time as you,” you say drowsily.

Her laugh is a light mist that settles comfortably over you. You must have done this many times, you think. You must have whiled away countless hours in her warm arms, to be so comfortable here, so relaxed, so at peace.

Her fingers ghost across your eyelids, and you close them obediently. Her fingers trail down to your lips, tracing their outline. 

“Of course you do. We have all the time in the world,” she says, but there is a trace of sadness in her voice.

You want to ask her why. You want to hold her. You want to tell her you love her. But before you can open your eyes, she is already kissing you like a goodbye.

—

There is a woman you love.

Her name is [     ].

—

“Why do you cut hair?”

It is an idle question, posed when there are no more customers in the salon, and the woman is sweeping the floor. You sit in a rolling chair, twirling yourself around in planetary rotations.

“It was a dream I had when I was little,” she says. “I liked the idea of being able to soothe away people’s worries by cutting their hair and listening to them talk. In the end, a lot of people really just need a listening ear.”

“It’s sweet that you care so much about others,” you say, slowing to a stop. You peer up at the woman. You are always looking at her in stolen glimpses like this, stealing away memories to pocket and keep, to pour over when you’re by yourself.

She’s beautiful, with her long, slender fingers, and the silk of her hair brushing her shoulders. 

“Something catch your eye?” she says, without pausing in her work. “Want to talk about it?”

You flush. “No.”

“Well, if you ever need someone to hear your worries, my door is always open for you.”

“Then I’ll do the same for you!” you propose.

“What?” This time, the broom slows to a halt, a touch of astonishment in the woman’s eyes.

“I’ll listen to you. If you’re always listening to other people’s worries, then who’s going to listen to you? I can do that. If it’s not too presumptuous,” you add, embarrassed.

“It’s not,” she responds softly. “It’s not at all. Thank you. You’re a very kind person.”

“I don’t know if I’m that kind–”

“No. You are,” she says firmly. 

The broom clatters to the floor. The woman leans close to where you sit on the chair. You do not dare to stir when she cups her hands around your cheeks and kisses you on the forehead, like it is a spell that can be broken.

—

You move from house to house in the Eastside. You don’t know why. You’re looking for something, you think. But you can’t remember what.

—

You bring a bouquet to the woman one day, a fresh meadow of roses and lilies, pale and fragrant.

Her fingers graze against yours as she takes the flowers, her touch lingering just a second too long.

“They’re beautiful,” she says, fingering a petal.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you say nervously. “I thought you looked a little sad lately, and these flowers reminded me of you, so…”

“Sad? I looked sad?” she says, surprised.

“I mean, a little. I don’t know. I thought maybe it was because there’s less customers lately, and everyone is scared of the fog and that silly urban legend, so I wanted to cheer you up,” you begin.

There’s a kaleidoscope of emotions across her face, each one flitting by so quickly you can’t hope to decipher them. 

“I’m all right,” she says, but she still looks a little shaken. “I didn’t realize you could read me so well.”

“Well, I care about you. It would be weird if I didn’t pay attention to you, you know?” You twist your fingers nervously. “Sorry. Was this too much?”

“No. It’s lovely,” the woman says, but there’s a fog blanketing her eyes again, and she is a thousand miles away from you.

“If you’re worried about the rumors, don’t,” you say impulsively. “I’ll protect you.”

“You’ll protect me?” she says, and she is smiling, right where you can reach.

“I’ll walk you home if you want,” you offer.

The woman holds the bouquet to her face, breathing in deeply. “No. It’s okay. Stay home. Try not to go out after dark. Rumors are rumors, but you should try to stay safe, don’t you think?”

“Okay,” you say uncertainly. “Sure. But what if you–”

She smiles mischievously over the flowers. “I’ll be fine. No one will bother an ordinary hairdresser, don’t you think?” 

—

There is a woman on the streets with short black hair. You grab her arm without thinking.

“What are you doing?” she snaps, jerking her arm away.

“Sorry. I thought you looked like someone I knew,” you stammer, but she’s already hurrying away, and your hands are as lonely as ever.

—

Hair like a circle of moonlight on your pillow. Soft hands around your waist. Legs entwined like lovers.

In the inky sea of night, it is just the two of you, floating in the boat of your apartment bed.

“You’ve always lived here?” she whispers to you. “In Eastside?”

“Yes. What about you? Did you grow up around here?”

The woman falls silent, contemplating. “I move around quite a bit for work, so I’ve never had time to settle down anywhere.”

You pull her closer. “Why don’t you settle down here, then?”

“It would be nice,” she acknowledges.

“If you’re worried about business, I could help you drum up customers. Solicit random people in the streets. Maybe do some sort of street performance in front of your shop.”

“You? A street performer?”

“I always wanted to learn how to juggle,” you propose.

She laughs. “I don’t think you need to go that far. Or is it just that you want an excuse to juggle?”

“Maybe,” you say. “But you should stay here. It’s a nice neighborhood.”

“It is,” she says. “Very nice. It’s where you grew up, isn’t it?”

“You know, we could…” You lace your fingers together with her. “We could be a family here, too.”

“A family,” she repeats.

“We could be each other’s family,” you murmur again.

“I would like that,” she says quietly.

Her hand is cold and limp in yours. You squeeze it, once, in reassurance, trying to will warmth back into her touch.

—

There is a new hair salon in your shabby neighborhood. You do not remember when it opened, just that it suddenly sprang into existence between the space of one day and the next. It is a lovely little place, and everyday you pass by, you see a woman through the glass.

Some days she is snipping hair with her scissors. Some days she is bent by the sink, gently washing a customer’s hair. Other days, when it is slow, she is simply resting at the counter.

Once, when she sees you staring, she smiles and tilts her head, bangs falling across her forehead, and you look away before she can see you blush.

The next day, the door is propped open, and as you pass by, she pops her head out. “Hello. Are you interested in a haircut?”

“I don’t know. I don’t really cut it much.” You self-consciously touch the ends.

“You do have lovely hair.” She’s posing by the door, arms crossed over the other. 

“So do you,” you blurt out. “But, I, uh, guess that’s expected. Since you’re a hairdresser.”

She laughs, a sound like wind chimes in the light breeze. “Why, thank you. If you ever find yourself in need of my services, even for a little trim, don’t hesitate to come in.”

The day after that, you scrounge up what little money you have and head into the shop. When the woman sees you, she smiles like the sun. And you, like a flower, cannot help but bloom in her light.

—

A hand over your eyes. A familiar touch. Your body, sluggish and slow to respond.

“I’ve stayed too long.”

A voice, like a drop of starlight in the night.

“I should have moved on much, much sooner.”

A warmth, next to you.

“You made me selfish. I didn’t want to leave you.”

The shiver of steel in the air.

“But that’s no longer an option. I don’t want to become another worry for you.”

A cool kiss on your lips, a kiss as faint as frost. 

“You deserve to be happy.”

And then, a hollow yearning, stretching like a chasm in your mind, in the space where something should have been.

—

There is something you have to do.

There is something you have to do, and you are starting to remember what.

There is a memory, like a scrap of discolored silk, that you clutch in your numb fingers.

There are many memories, like faded pieces of fabric, and you collect them all in your hands, as many as you can. They are puzzle pieces, and you have to fit them all together, even if you can no longer tell what they are supposed to be.

You have to remember.

You cannot forget.

You have to remember, as many times as it takes. No matter how painful it is. No matter how difficult. No matter how lonely.

You cannot stop until you see her again.

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marathon sex with ada cause she’s so breedable‼️‼️

“till my-“

WE AINT STOPPING⁉️⁉️

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 - ada wong

summary: you finally satisfy ada with your stamina.

words: 429

warnings: 18+, g!p reader, missionary, slight dirty talk

notes: very very short ik, i apologize.

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It's been hours. Your hair looked as if you'd been caught in a wild windstorm. Strands of hair were sticking out in every direction, giving you a disheveled and untamed appearance. Ada didn't seem to care, though. Her mind was occupied with the thought and feeling of something else.

She still looked flawless under you. Regardless of her disheveled hair, Ada's beauty remained untouched. "Fuck— Y/N...it feels so good."

Her voice was a low, breathless whisper as she uttered those words, her eyes staring deeply and intensely. You let out a groan in response, ignoring the burning feeling in your core as your hips repeatedly slam against Ada's.

Normally, Ada would be riding you, leaving you gasping for breath and lost in the ecstasy of her movements. Or she'd sit on your face, grinding against your mouth with a desperate need for pleasure.

It typically went that way because your stamina was shit, as much as you hated to admit it. When you and Ada first started exploring your sexual relationship, you were eager to please her in any way possible. But as time went on, you realized that your stamina couldn't keep up with her insatiable appetite.

However, tonight was different.

Tonight, you were taking control, relishing in the power you had over her body. Ada's moans grew louder with each thrust, her hands gripping the sheets as she surrendered herself completely to your touch.

Ada throws her head back, her breathless gasps filling the room. "I'm cumming..." she mumbles, her voice barely audible amidst the intensity of the moment. You continue to push her to the brink, savoring the satisfaction of finally being able to match her insatiable desires.

As her climax washes over her, Ada's body trembles beneath you, her muscles contracting in sweet release. You soon follow behind, finding your own release as the pleasure courses through your body. Your hips dive into Ada's, gripping onto her tightly as you ride out the waves of ecstasy together.

Ada gapes in surprise when you move your hips again, the room filling with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. The dark-haired woman places a hand against your core, biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes filled with please.

"You like that, baby? You like going dumb about my cock?" You whisper in Ada's ear, speeding up your pace. Ada's moans grow louder, her body arching in response to your words and actions.

A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of your lips, knowing that you have satisfied her in ways no one else ever could.

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Compensation

— Shalom x Transfem Chief Reader

— MEN AND MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— Notes: Revisiting your conversation with Shalom, surely you still have many... questions, no?

— Content Warning: ⚠️ 18+

— I was listening to Sleep Token and Nine Inch Nails. I know. I'm filthy.

You were puzzled when Shalom had sent you a letter, inviting you to come have dinner with her, and that she'd be cooking. The venue? Right. Her hotel room. In possibly one of the most excellent hotels in the city.

Shalom had cooked, yes. Delicious foreign food with the finest wine the hotel had. You swore, a month here with the services and what not would've costed you a year's salary. After the delicious dinner and what Shalom calls 'catching up', she sat you in the living space, complete with a fireplace to heat you up in this rather cold evening.

"I'm surprised you still haven't left." She said, sitting down next to you. "I can sense the hesitation and contemplation in your tone the whole time. Trust me Chief, I didn't poison the food." Shalom chuckled.

"No, it's not that-" you sighed. "You... I don't know what it is or how to explain it but you're becoming more familiar as each day passes by."

"Oh." She simply said. "But it still seems blurry and incomplete, no?"

"I've shackled thousands of sinners before," you started, eyes searching for something in her face. Your eyebrows twitched, and then you sighed. Looking away from her and closing your eyes.

"What seems to be the matter?"

"The way the tip of my fingers touch your skin." You said. "It's familiar. A faint taste of sweetness that fades away a-and... It's.."

"It's like zenith yes? The momentum builds up but then, you get denied... of a satisfying end to your agony." Shalom darkly chuckled. "Surely you must know the quote 'Everything happens for a reason', hm?"

"You know everything. Why not tell me now? All of it." You said through gritted teeth. Shalom only looked at you and her eyes seem to darken for a second, before she offered a reassuring smile.

"Relax. No need to be so worked up." Shalom said.

"Just tell me."

She sighed. You furrowed your eyebrows , looking at her.

"You know Chief, it does pain me to not say anything." Shalom says as she walks towards behind you. She placed her hands on your shoulders, and began massaging it. "Rules are rules. I cannot, not now at least, tell you everything you need to know and I know how much it infuriates you."

You closed your eyes, partly because you're upset but also, Shalom's hands made nice work on massaging your shoulders, then your nape.

"It's absolutely heart shattering see you wander and follow me around like a lost puppy looking for an answer to your questions." She purred, before her lips landed the top of your head. "For now, would you settle for a compensation? For you know, the trouble."

"How? What do you propose, Shalom?" You asked. Her hands and presence leave your back. Shalom sits herself opposite to you; on the carpet by the fireplace. She looked at you with a sultry, hungry look.

She slowly unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing her pale skin that's illuminated by the low fire behind her. She kicked her boots off.

"Perhaps... you'd like to further taste that faint sweetness you mentioned?" Shalom asked. "Just for tonight, Chief of Minos?"

She chuckled darkly, her feet rubbed the ache between your legs, and she let out a gasp, followed by a low giggle.

She stood up, slowly undressing herself, down to her underwear. You looked at her, red, your eyes scan her body. She liked that, so much that she took one of your hands to palm one of her breasts. She held it in place as she straddled you. She licked her lips and...

Her lips collided with yours in a slow dance. Sloppy kisses as her tongue made their way in with every kiss. The faint sound of your lips pressing against hers. As you engaged in a steamy make out, she had already undone the harness on your chest, before your shirt.

Shalom pulled away and looked at you, smirking at the sight of you under her. Your shirt is loosely wrapping your body, something you fixed by entirely taking it off.

"Your belt, Chief?" Shalom asked- more like ordered, you weren't sure but your hands quickly unbuckled them. You're so obedient, and she loved that. Shalom bit her lip, and she pushed you to lean on the couch.

Your eyes widened, and so much more when she unbuttoned and unzipped your pants. Her eyes lit up when she saw your cock, already so hard. You closed your eyes and winced when she took it out, rubbing it and stroking it a little.

"I'm quite... impatient." Shalom sighed. She took the base of your cock, sliding it underneath her. She hissed. "Chief, your hands. On my ass, please."

Your eyes widened before placing your hands as instructed. You squeezed her ass a little, then pulling them apart, spreading them. Kneading them like dough.

"Y-yes.." Shalom whimpered a little before taking your cockhead in. She held on to your shoulder, the other centering and guiding your cock in. "A-ah fuck.."

"It's still the head.." you said. "I won't force it in."

"I haven't taken anything in for a while now." Shalom embarrassingly said. "Thrust up a little, please."

You did so, sheathing half of your length in. Her nails digged in your shoulders, making you wince. Her hand let go of your base, and held on to your other shoulder for support.

"I thought you had a special relationship with your bodyguard, as you said in a letter." You asked. Shalom chuckled, and bit her lower lip, accomodating your girth.

"Not so often.." She answersd.

"Hm, I see.."

"As you can see, I'm not so well versed in everything.." she chuckled, lowering herself slowly. Shalom moaned when your cock head entered her inner most walls. "I-is it all in, Chief?"

You looked down to check, there's at least a fourth left. You shook your head, and you hear her groan.

"Granted you're not as long..." Shalom bit her lip. "A-ah... B-but you are thick... Very.. girthy."

"You're doing good, Shalom." You said, and you groaned when she fully took you in her need. Shalom settled down. "Rise up a little. I'm still wearing my pants."

Shalom winced but she rose up, giving you space to fully discard your pants and underwear all the way down. You kicked your way off of the restrictions.

"Done?" She asked. You nodded and held her waist. "Mhm.. hmn.."

"Are you alright?" You asked. Shalom nodded, before she started bouncing up and down your cock in a slow pace. You groaned a little.

You buried your face between her breasts, your hands making their way to unhook her bra. She let you do so, and you threw her bra somewhere on the floor, before taking one nipple in your mouth. Licking, sucking and nipping— Shalom arched her back.

"Oh fuck-" she choked up. She rode faster when your mouth came in contact with her nipples, and you started to thrust with her. In sync to please her. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing your further between her breasts. "That's it Chief- a-ahh..mhm.. s-so big.."

"You're tightening up.." you groaned. You wrapped an arm on her waist, and your other hand, you couldn't help but spank her. Shalom moaned and winced. "That's it.."

"C-Chief... I didn't think you'd be into pain giving.." she said, and let out a whine when you sinked a little lower on the couch, changing the way you're hilted deep in her, hitting a particularly good spot inside her cunt. "Fuck... Y-yes... Like that.."

"I'm close—"

"Ah ah." Shalom shook her head. "Not before me, Chief. Hold it in until I say so."

Fuck. That's difficult.

"T-That's too hard...fuck.." you hoarsely answered. "Please...please.."

"D-Don't worry, Chief." Shalom panted, riding faster, desperate to chase something. "I'm gonna cum.."

You persevered, thrusting yourself up to her, trying desperately to make her cum so you could as well.

But it was too hard.

"Please, Shalom... I-I'm... Need.." you whimpered. "Shalom... I need to cum.. I-I can't hold it in for long.."

"Patience-" Shalom said before being interrupted by her own loud moaning. Her hand wrapped around your throat, eyes closing and mouth openly moaning.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming- ahm- Chief!" Shalom moaned— or screamed, as she came uncontrollably. Her own cum made it slippery between the two of you. She kept squirting out as you kept moving.

You kept thrusting, squeezing her ass and keeping her in place. "S-stop— ohh! S-sensitive—"

You're desperately hanging on to her, trying to chase your own orgasm. The way her hand wrapped around your throat, and her moans of pleasure filled your ear; the smell of her skin and sex flooding in your senses—

Your cock twitched as you unloaded. Your eyes widened in realization.

"Fuck, I'm sorry—" you choked up, but Shalom had started to keep riding up and down, clenching around you. "W-wait, Shalom!"

"Get a taste of your own medicine, Chief." She said as she drove you to overstimulation. She kept riding, bounding up and down your already spent but still hard length. Your lips quivered, and she pressed sloppy kisses on yours.

Finally, she slowed down, and stopped.

You two were panting.

She collapsed on top of you. Face nuzzling on your neck. Heavy breathing.

"Let's go somewhere comfortable.." she sighed.

Somewhere...

... What?

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LETTER | Signora/Rosalyne

PAIRING: Signora/Rosalyne x Gn!Fatuus!Reader

CW: angst no comfort, character deaths (two people are implied to pass away), toxic relationship, reader and Signora are only flings, mentions of suicide, mentions of smut but not explicitly, Scaramouch makes an appearance.

SUMMARY: You were nothing but a fleeting moment in the Fair Lady’s life, but a single letter caused a permanent scar in her heart, far worse than what Rostam left her. 

A/N: Ask me why I rewrote a fanfic from 2021 in 2023. It’s because I needed to get out of this damn thing called writer’s block <3 This original fanfic was inspired by a convo I had with Kuro about Signora’s death… :( It’s gender neutral but it was written with a female reader in mind. Her Majesty refers to the Tsaritsa and Rostam is Signora’s late lover btw.

WORDS: 2,413

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Signora… Rosalyne, rather, is a woman who harbors negative emotions. Rostam’s death brought her so much grief, turning her into the misunderstood Crimson Witch. Love rendered Rosalyne miserable, and the burning fire in her heart was too powerful to extinguish. 

It was because of the Tsaritsa that made her who she is today, a cold Harbinger named Signora, the Fair Lady. She devoted herself to the Cyro Archon for vengeance so that she may let her lover rest once and for all. Everything she does is to honor him, and she will continue to do so until she meets him again. 

The power of liquid fire gave Signora a longer lifespan. It was useful for revenge, but it was dreadful when she longed for her lover. They have been apart for so many centuries. But amid her life, someone caught her attention.

You were but a simple Fatuus messenger who served the Sixth Harbinger Balladeer. It was rare for Harbingers to cross paths with one another, much less their servants, but Signora saw you — far more than she could remember. 

She observed you from afar out of pure interest. Perhaps she was bored. Perhaps she found you suspicious, for you were too naive and pure to work for an organization like this. But you were skilled in your field. Your talent juxtaposed your looks, she admits. And so she asked the Tsaritsa to place you in her division, deeming you would be more fit under her wing.

The Fair Lady wanted to keep you. 

The reason: unknown. 

The ambiguity of why Signora took you in soon disappeared. She found herself seeing a part of Rostam in your nature. It was more apparent when she learned of your feelings toward her. Just like Rostam, she would say, of course, not in your presence. She became infatuated with you over time. It wasn’t the same infatuation as your previous lovers, but you welcomed her with open arms. 

How could you deny the woman, who was clearly out of your league? 

When Inazuma closed its borders, your relationship as lovers became official, albeit a secret from the others, though everyone can sense a rather unusual intimate atmosphere between you two. 

You two weren’t like others, not because you were in a relationship with your superior, but because she was indifferent and sought your affection, not you. It may be because of her past — that you didn’t know of — but you pushed the heavy feelings aside as you were grateful to have the privilege to call Signora yours. 

You did everything you could to make her feel loved, and Signora felt like her old self, the young maiden from Mondstadt, Rosalyne: the young woman who was in love with a knight named Rostam. But your time together was fleeting.

The demise of your relationship started when she was assigned to collect the Gnoses per the Tsaritsa’s command. You two became equally busy. Signora became more distant and tense, too focused on the mission as if she had been waiting for this moment. She has, but you didn’t know why. 

Other Fatuus turned their backs on you upon learning your relationship with the Harbinger. It was understandable, but you didn’t receive special treatment. You worked harder than everyone else, and Signora was harsher toward you, pinning every mistake your peers committed. 

Thoughts filled your head, wondering if your relationship with Signora was normal for lovers. All she does is take, take, and take, but not once has she given you the same affection. You tried to understand her, but you were hurting yourself. Even so, you still loved her, because love comes with pain, does it not? Surely, this is only a bumpy road in your relationship.

You were wrong. You knew your relationship was over when Signora requested Her Majesty to place you back in Balladeer’s unit. She didn’t say anything, but her actions told you of her intentions. It hurt how cold she was to you that day as if you weren’t the person she shared her bed with, entangled in each other’s bodies. She acted like your time together meant nothing to her.

As you readjusted to being under Balladeer’s command, not once have you seen Signora. You knew she didn’t want to see you anymore, but your heart did not waver, rather, your heart ached from not seeing her. You were holding onto false hope — hoping she was only distant to remain professional, but you knew she was too busy, or did not bother, to officialize your parting. 

Everything you did was for her, just as everything Signora did was for Rostam. You realized you knew nothing of her past, save for having a lover. You did not know him, what their story was, and how they parted. But you saw longing and love in Signora’s eyes. 

There were times when Signora looked at you with an unrecognizable gaze. Only now did you learn what it was. The ache in your heart was unbearable, knowing you were just someone to fill the hole in her heart, the hole Rostam left. She didn’t love you like you loved her. It hurt so much. But you were meant to be utilized, for you were a tool. A tool has various purposes. Signora merely took advantage of your love to fulfill her needs. 

It was hard to accept, but you tried to, for this was reality. After all, the Fair Lady gave you, a mere Fatuus, an opportunity to become part of her private life. A Harbinger cannot be romantically involved with an underling. Although you can no longer call her yours, it was a privilege you had, and you will forever cherish your time together, because everything you do is for her, regardless of what she saw you as. You were only flings, but your feelings for her will remain eternal.

You just hope she will remember you, even when you no longer live… 

.

.

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“What uselessness. Your lover, rather, ex-lover, tried to attack the blonde due to some personal grudge. My plans would’ve gone smoothly if not for her interruptions,” Scaramouche grumbled, crossing his arms with a petty scoff. “It wasn’t even a big injury; they bled to death. Her Majesty would’ve had them disposed of were they to survive anyway.” 

Signora was too engrossed in your state to process his words as horrified eyes gazed at your lifeless body before her. Cuts and bruises decorated your skin, and the shine in your eyes was now dull. She had realized you were dead. But somehow, you looked more at peace, as though she could see you smiling at her with glimmering eyes. She felt her heart sink from the thought.

“I could’ve left them where they were, so you owe me, Signora. Alas, you better not linger for too long, you have yet to meet the Shogun,” are the words the puppet told her before swinging the sliding the shoji doors and disappearing to who-knows-where.

It was a déjà vu, a familiar feeling, yet it was different. Signora’s feelings didn’t make sense. You were nothing but a fleeting moment in her life, but the impact you had on her was great. You passed away fighting someone, like Rostam when he fought in the war and lost his life. Only this time, there was a corpse presented before her.

Signora didn’t know how long she towered over your body and bore into your soulless eyes, but it must’ve been a while for salty tears pooled on the bloody tatami mat. And so she fell on her knees as her sobs grew louder. Trembling fingers carefully mounted your head on her chest, cradling you like a newborn child. The growing pool of blood tainted everything around you, including Signora’s precious dress.

Your body was losing warmth each second, and she was desperately holding onto everything that was left. Signora received everything you had. She wishes you keep your warmth. You can’t throw it away like some fool, but she knew it was too late. Your fingertips were as cold as her delusion’s powers. 

The last time she cried, tears of amber rolled down her cheeks, turning her into the Crimson Witch as liquid fire consumed her. But here she was, weeping salty tears like a human being. Does a part of her humanity still linger within her? Was this your doing? It was a bittersweet feeling, she admits. But she remembers you’re no longer with her. Your bright soul is gone because of her.

“You fool! I… I couldn’t even say goodbye…”

The woman you gave your heart to let her walls down as she grieved, her heart tightening from the pain. 

But didn’t she use you? Why would she grieve for a pawn she used? She couldn’t possibly have the right to mourn for you when your death is the consequence of her actions, her indifference. 

Signora hugs you close as she rocks on her knees like a mother hushing her crying child. But she was crying, and you were hushed, still and cold, stinging her skin. Only your blood remained warm, but it was soon drying up, becoming as cold as you, further bringing pain to her heart.

Is this Celestia’s punishment for going against the heavenly principles? Must her life be full of woe? 

Signora’s sobs resonated around the room, grief apparent in her cries, hugging you tighter and tighter, refusing to let you go until her fingers brushed against a tattered letter from your coat’s pocket. Tears soaked her attire to clear her vision and grab the letter. 

Her stomach churned as she saw to whom it was for. It was for her. 

Dear Signora,

I never got to know your real name, My Lady. I didn’t want to pry by asking, but your name must be beautiful. It’s a shame, really. I would’ve loved for your name to fall from my lips. It would’ve been intimate of us, don’t you think? Alas, we weren’t meant to be. I understand you have your reasons for being distant and for using me. It was painful — for the woman I love does not reciprocate my feelings — but I hold no grudge, nor regret giving my life to you. I’m honored to have been able to give you my love. I will forever cherish the fleeting moments we shared. 

I’m writing you this letter to officialize the goodbye we never had. The moment I was brought back to my unit, I knew we were over, but I hoped you would come back for me. It was a foolish thought, I know, but it’s funny now that I think about it. I really am in love. And I keep hoping for something impossible because my feelings are strong for you, My Lady. Please don’t feel burdened. I say this because, as much as you try to hide it, and it may be presumptuous of me, but you care. You may not love me, but I can feel your caringness toward me. I’m grateful. I truly am.

Now, if ever you read this letter, it means I’m no longer alive. I made sure of it. It would be a miracle if you even found this letter. Please don’t misunderstand the situation. I wavered a duel with the traveler for a reason. Even if I came back unscathed, which would be another miracle, my life would be terminated by Her Majesty for my disobedience. I don’t dare to take my own life. Frankly, I wish to say I’m tired, My Lady. I simply do not find joy in being alive anymore and wish to rest. I’ve been planning for this moment for a long time, even before I met you, so please don’t blame yourself for my death. I admire how you still have that will within you. The reason must be to avenge someone you loved, no? I apologize for doing some background work on your history, albeit not finding much, but I wanted to know more about you. 

I hope you succeed, My Lady. I wish for you to lay off your burdens and find peace. I want to thank you for making my life bloom with color before I left. Therefore, I have no regrets in life. Although without your permission, allow me to say I love you. I may have never said these words in front of you, and have been contemplating whether or not to say them, but I was too late to decide. Thus, I end my letter with my declaration of love and parting.

I love you so much, My Fair Lady.

— Your former Fatuus underling.

The letter fell from her grasp as she drowned in grief, the ink drowning in her tears, rendering the paragraphs illegible. Was she so distant that you dared not sign your letter intimately? You even addressed her formally, as if it was a report. Why did you stay with someone like her? She knew why, but she refused to acknowledge it. You loved her so much that you put yourself and your pain aside to please her and let yourself get used.

Signora cups your face, gently pressing her warm lips against your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, until your cold lips meet with hers. How your lips cuddled against hers, oh so perfectly. Only now did she realize how warm your kisses were, how you would smile and blush, even if it was a quick peck. Those kisses were your kisses, they weren’t Rostam’s.

She was responsible for your death, Signora assures. You may have been planning it for a long time, but her ignorance caused the last blow. Had she not exploited you, you might've still been breathing, and happy with someone who deserves you, someone who would devote their life to you, someone who would love you as you loved her. You were the flower she poisoned and left to wither due to her actions…

Signora truly did not deserve someone like you.

“My name is Rosalyne. Please say it, my name. Please speak, please…”

A blood-chilling cry of grief filled the room when you remained silent, unable to utter the name you yearned to say. You were gone, truly gone. She killed you.

Rosalyne didn’t choose you because you were an image of Rostam. She chose you because you made her feel human. But she was blinded, not realizing the truth behind her emotions.

.

.

.

“Rosalyne!”

It wasn’t you; it was Rostam.

A/N: For those confused with the ending, Signora follows canon events, which means she's...

© shenachigans — do not plagiarise, translate, repost or copy.

[thegreatestsimp]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 16: thigh riding with ningguang from genshin impact

warnings: thigh riding, exhibitionism, clit stimulation, fingering, slapping (only once tho)

notes: my ladies need some love too

what better way to destress and relax after a meeting with a particularly annoying business people than riding your lover’s thigh all the while spilling the drama about your day?

peppering their face with an array of kisses, stopping the lazy humping of your thigh for a moment as your lover reapplies your lipstcik for you again. when feeling particularly more fussy and words would get too harsh and she would seem more stressed, she would simply melt in your hold as she lets out a breathy moan, your thumb circling around her clit.

truly, what a blessing it was to be in the arms of your lover. what more blessing it was whenever you would gently flick her sensitive clit, slipping a finger inside her wet folds teasingly before slipping it out again. the tianquan would huff out, pouting at you before getting her revenge with more kisses on your face.

your face was a canvas to her. covered in red lip marks everywhere. forehead, lips, eyelids, cheeks, temples — anywhere her lips could reach would be her canvas. and if you saw that her lipstick was diminishing once again, you would hold her hips still on your lap. ningguang would always whine out at that but you would shush her up with a peck before reapplying her lipstick for her. such a doting lover.

“—and the anmfg… annoying bastard said that i-aahh♡︎ lack in politics when clearly i have been running liyue all along!” the tianquan huffs, arms loosely wrapped around your neck as she lazily grinds her slick folds over your thigh. it was slow and lazy in movements, almost as if she was deliberately delaying the blissful feeling of being on your lap.

yes, this was right after her business meeting. yes, you two were in her office at the jade chamber and ningguang didn’t seemed to have minded it at all when she pushed you down on the chair, removing her panties as she straddled your lap. well, not like you minded it either. you loved to make her feel stress free after all.

“what bold words for a mere diplomat. they really did pit you through the ringer, huh?” you hum softly, hands placed over her hips and helping her with her movements. there was no need to rush things but you can feel her leaking all over your pants, indicating that she was getting closer to the edge.

“don’t worry, nin’. i’ll take very good care of ya’♡︎” you whisper in her ear, making the usually calm and composed woman have red in her cheeks. your hands that were simply helping her with her movements squeeze the fat of her hips. right at where she had a hipdip — you always loved squeezing her hipdips, they always fit perfectly on your palms — your hands guide her to move a little bit faster. pushing her down onto your flexing thigh, making ningguang moan out so sweetly.

seeing that she got the hang of your changed tempo, you eventually let go of her hips. slipping a hand under the slit of her dress, going to rest on her ass, gently fondling the plush fat lovingly. your other hand moves towards her front, deciding to flick and tease her clit.

“aanhh! haanh… so good… you always ngh♡︎ know how to take good care of me—!” the tianquan moans, her movements becoming a bit more erratic. bucking her hips, unable to decide whether she should buck her hips back to feel your hand fondling her ass more or to fuck herself over the teasing rubs you were giving to her already sensitive and stimulated clit.

but before she could whine out for you, you make the decision for her. giving her plush rear one good slap — which made her let out a mewl — your hand that was on her ass comes to the front. just as she was about to scold you for leaving her rear unattended to, you slip two fingers inside her wet cunt easily, shushing her up.

“gyaack! ohhm.. mmgh… feels so good… your fingers.. feels r-really good aaanh!!” unable to help herself, she settles on simply sitting on your fingers snuggly. she was so close. her juices were getting all over your hand, making a mess on your pants as well. the feeling of her warm walls clamping down kn your fingers with a vice grip was enough to make you let out a groan.

fuck, you were always so good with your fingers. stretching her needy cunt open with your fingers, wet folds making a lewd noise whenever she would jolt on your lap, fingers scissoring her wide open. and your other hand pinching, squeezing and thumbing around her clit didn’t help either. it made her so sensitive.

hands clenching on the fabric of your shirt, head thrown back as she whines and moans brokenly, leaking cunny sucking your fingers in with every breath and jolt that racks her body.

that familiar feeling of lava swirling in her stomach gets more intense. heat coiling in her tummy, her noises becoming more desperate. a finger thrust deep inside her, other hand pinching at her clit and pulling on it slightly. that was all it took for ningguang to let out a choked up moan of your name. thighs clenching and legs shaking. her heels making clacking, clittering noises on the floor as she comes all over your hand, staining your pants alongside it.

but that was fine. you can just wash it out later. at least you made your beloved tianquan feel good.

[thegreatestsimp]

fandom: ptn x reader

pairings: eirene x reader

a/n: short but it’s something

“What’s wrong?” you hum mockingly, rolling your hips.

Eirene shook her head, biting her lip to stop the moan from escaping her mouth. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she sluggishly brings her hips up and then drops back down. Fuck, that was a mistake. Eirene groans as her walls pulse and squeeze around your strap, all while you sit there with that dumb grin on your face.

“Nothing is funny—”

“This is very funny, Ms. Eirene,” you say as you lean forward and grab her ass. The water around your legs sloshes and Eirene’s eyes widen. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

You snap your hips upward, hilting yourself in her walls and holding her there. Eirene cries out, her nails dragging down the back of your neck. And you continue to do so—slowly pulling your hips back so she can feel every inch of it before slamming it back in. You huff and grip Eirene’s hips, using her weight to bounce her on your cock.

“Oh my god,” she whines, burying her face in your neck.

Eirene feels like her stomach is flipping in on itself every time you thrust into her. It feels like you’re trying to reach her stomach and it feels so good. She doesn’t even have to look to know she’s dripping when she can hear how wet her pussy is. And what’s even more embarrassing is she knows she sounds like a whore right now with her filthy moans.

“That’s it, baby. Can’t run either like the last time,” you pant, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of Eirene’s forehead.

Eirene whimpers, eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her clit throbs and she just knows this is about to the best orgasm of her life. Eirene bites down on your shoulder to muffle the wail of pleasure that leaves her throat as the most euphoric high of her life washes over her. You slow down but continue to roll your hips to help her come down. Her body jerks and trembles so you gently sit on the edge of the makeshift chessboard while rubbing her back.

“Thank you,” Eirene says after a minute.

You roll your eyes. “That’s what I do. And I’m not even close to being done with you.”

[thegreatestsimp]

THE HEIR TO THE TSARITSA | Fatui Ladies

PAIRING: Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone, & Signora x GN!Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, SFW, Smut, NSFW, Dom!Reader, Sub!Character, Punishment (Signora & Columbina), Bondage (Signora & Arlecchino), Vibrator Use (Signora), Squirting (Signora), Voyeurism (Signora), Muzzle Use (Arlecchino), Collaring & Leashing (Arlecchino), Impact Play (Columbina), Spanking (Columbina), Blindfolds (Columbina), Creaming (Columbina & Sandrone), Somnophilia (Sandrone), Fingering (Sandrone), & Grinding (Sandrone)

AUTHORS NOTE: This has been in development for awhile now, but I'm finally pausing and taking time to write it. Decided to cut the Tsaritsa out, though I'll add her in a later thing if I decide to continue this.

✧ LA SIGNORA

↳ SFW

• La Signora was your first official concubine when you were announced as the Tsaritsa's heir; the one who'd take over as the next Cryo Archon.

• She had offered herself to you as, how she put it, a welcoming gift for the next darling Cryo Archon, and you weren't one to refuse such a reverential gift.

• Serving as a Snezhnayan diplomat, offering herself as your concubine was simply a tactful and courteous gesture for her own benefit, because if she were to already be creating a close relationship with you, then that gave her a higher chance to earn herself a high title

• Though that was only at first, as over time her original intentions began to shift, and she wasn't continuing to be your concubine for her own benefit.

• Instead, she continued to do it as to fulfill your own gratification, whether that be physically, mentally or emotionally.

• As your first concubine, it was no shock that Signora would hold a confidence as to being your favorite, and was prone to bragging to the other woman of the fact.

• There were plenty of situations where you had to interfere in between an argument between her and another concubine because of Signora's bragging.

↳ NSFW

• Usually with your interference it was only natural that you'd have to punish Signora for her disobedience of fighting with another concubine.

• These punishments with her would usually lead to her being stripped naked and layed onto your bed, her hands raised above her head and bound to the bed frame.

• With her in such a vulnerable position, Signora would often beg and plead for you to have mercy, that she was sorry for fighting and wouldn't dare do it again.

• But these were only lies, as dear La Signora never stopped her fighting, because she enjoyed being bound and merciless to your touch and punishments.

• Her favorite punishment? Being forced to have to watch you pleasure yourself while a vibrator is stuffed up her cunt, buzzing at the lowest setting.

• The Fair Lady having to suffer through with watching you pleasure yourself while having zero stimulation on herself was torture, but a blissful torture because she was gifted with the pretty sight of you.

• Then when you reach your peak, it's heavenly pleasure for Signora when you finally turn the vibrator to the highest setting and stimulate her clit while it buzzes, because she'll be squirting repeatedly in seconds.

✧ ARLECCHINO

↳ SFW

• Arlecchino, the Knave, a woman of authority and equal grace, a woman many would be shocked to hear had become your second concubine.

• The main reason as to why? Unknowing to you, as the woman has sworn to keep that information to herself, and you've learned not to pry.

• When she joins your harem, Arlecchino basically becomes your bodyguard. She'll glare at anyone who gives you the slightest glance, including her fellow harbingers and concubines.

• She won't tolerate any sort of disrespect targeted towards you, and she won't ever hesitate to rid of anything- or anyone, that dares pose a threat or minor inconvenience for you.

• Despite being a coldhearted woman, Arlecchino is actually surprisingly warm with you when in private, especially after being your concubine for a few months.

• She loves to just lay in your bed with you, having you wrapped up securely in her arms, her blackened hands combing through your hair or drawing soothing circles on your back.

• She especially loves it when you'll sit on her lap when either of you are doing work, resting her head on your shoulder and having one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you increasingly closer to her.

↳ NSFW

• Now, while Arlecchino has a dominant and authoritative persona in public, when you have her behind closed doors and in the comfort of either of your rooms, she's completely submissive.

• She turns from a scary wolf to an obedient dog, especially when you end up strapping a muzzle onto her.

• She can deny all she wants that she doesn't like being treated like a dog, but the way her eyes fill with lust and how she squeezes her thighs together at the sight of the muzzle, or having a collar around her neck and a leash strapped onto it.

• Her favorite position, even though she won't admit it, is being chained or tied up to something, whether it be the bedframe, to a chair or the wall, with either little or to no clothes on.

• Tugging her forward by the leash and hearing her growl is entertaining for you, because her in this vulnerable position is a rare treat, a treat only for you.

• Playing with her pretty cunt and muttering how much of a good girl she is for you has her whimpering.

• You can't help but think of how lucky you are to have the ever intimidating Knave being a submissive and obedient dog for you, and only you.

✧ COLUMBINA

↳ SFW

• Columbina... to simply put, if you were going to have Arlecchino as one of your concubines, then it was a guarantee that the Damselette was going to become one as well.

• She had approached you with the request to become one when you had come to see one of her shows at the opera; she had been singing a song that night.

• You certainly couldn't refuse the beautiful woman, especially not after hearing her amazing voice, so you of course accepted.

• Columbina will do whatever it takes to keep you entertained. She'll hum to you, sing a song and keep you company. Sometimes she'll even give you a massage if you seem particularly stressed.

• She's the one that's the most doting to you, always by your side and offering to help, giving you a sly smile that you quickly grow to love.

• If neither of you have important matters to attend to, then Columbina will happily drag you out to the opera, so you both can enjoy a performance.

• Another thing she'll do is take you out on midnight strolls, as it gives you both a quiet time together to enjoy the other's company.

↳ NSFW

• Now, Columbina is a wicked woman who enjoy inflicting terror and pain on others, but with you? Oh the Damselette likes to have that inflicted on her, but only by your hands.

• Putting on a blindfold over her eyes and cutting off her sight gets her extremely excited, because the unknown of what you'll do to her in bed is a thrill.

• She enjoys feeling you drag your hands across her body, ghosting your touch over the place she needs you most.

• Then, without warning, whip her harshly across her thighs or stomach, it gets her creaming in her underwear to have you inflicting pain on one of the most fear striking Harbingers.

• Being at your mercy and having you ruin her with striking her with a whip or paddle or anything is a fantasy she didn't realize she had till those moments.

• Also spank her, especially if she's been irritatingly teasing to you as a punishment; even if it is a punishment she enjoys.

• Just make sure to turn the 3rd Harbinger into nothing but your masochistic toy.

✧ SANDRONE

↳ SFW

• Sandrone is interesting... she's quiet, she doesn't participate much in Harbinger affairs, even more so than Arlecchino. The stuff she does and participates in is for her own gratification and gain.

• So when she became one of your concubines, your fourth to be exact, it was safe to assume that she had an ulterior motive. Though that motive wasn't exactly what you'd expect.

• Sandrone wanted to be a concubine simply for more of a chance to spend time with you. She had been obsessed with you for quite some time, specifically with your looks, as she found you to be a perfect doll.

• Usually when she found a new doll for herself, she'd take them without a care or second glance, but you were the Tsaritsa's heir, so she couldn't possibly go along with her usual routine.

• Sandrone loved to dress you up. She was always there to help you pick an outfit for the day, whether it be casual or grand, depending on the event.

• Another thing she enjoyed to do with you was have lunch. She enjoyed having you at her workshop, enjoying tea and pastries, listening to whatever it is you wanted to speak about.

• The Marionette wasn't a talkative woman, but she was a great listener. So you'd usually go to her when you just needed to vent about what was troubling you.

↳ NSFW

• Out of all your concubines, Sandrone was the most needy. She always wanted to have you with her, specifically have your fingers stuffed into her cunt.

• Because of this neediness, she was prone to sneaking into your personal quarters in the middle of the night, crawling into your bed and using you for her personal needs.

• She wasn't afraid to use your own fingers to fuck herself with or grind herself against your thigh while you slept.

• You never complained about this, because you cared deeply for the Marionette and wanted to help her through all of her needs, but sometimes you were just to exhausted, so you told her to use your body however she pleased while you slept.

• There was numerous occasions where you'd wake up to her creaming against your thigh or on your fingers.

• It was always a heavenly sight to see a disheveled Sandrone using you, small cries and whines slipping past her lips.

• You would always move to lay her down on the bed if you woke up, intent to relieve her of her needs however long she wanted. It was only fair that you would for her becoming your concubine.

ENDING NOTE: Feel free to add your own thoughts to this by sending an ask, or even expanding on it. Especially if you have thoughts for the Tsaritsa, would love to have her added.

[thegreatestsimp]

YALL NEED TO SPECIFY IF THE READER IS A TOP OR BOTTOM PLS

i was so invested into this story then i got jumpscared with "reader plunged their fingers into their hole" PLEASE NOO

helpp me im so sad

[thegreatestsimp]

kafka teasing blade about having reader all to herself on call while blade is on a mission, and he just hears the loud shouts of pleasure she lets out as you thoroughly breed her,,,

blade's clearly frustrated at the teasing and asks to speak to you,,,

he tells you if you two are able to breed and fuck kafka until she passes out, he wants his reward of getting fucked by you in his ass after his mission.

and, he is a man of promises when it comes to you and kafka, is he?

now goodnight rex

-anon kei.

FUCK KEI THIS IS GOOD AS HELL js imagine him letting out low breaths as he makes that deal with you... ajrhdj

switch vers blade + sub bottom kafka x dom top gn reader | cw. implied poly relationship, amab reader.

a while after that phone call, blade comes back and immediately pounces on kafka and you. pulling the two of you to his room and fucking kafka to no end, letting you pleasure yourself by fucking her face full of you.

blade breathing out and groaning lightly as he pounds into kafka—growling, even. we all know blade growls, right? but then he catches your eyes looking at him, almost like a predator watching it's prey, and he whimpers. his dick getting seemingly harder inside kafka, making her moan deliriously with your throbbing cock still in her mouth.

it didn't even take long for you two to be done with her, cum spurting everywhere out of her. she lets out a pleased exhale and flops onto the bed next to you, knowing blade definitely wants his prize.

"i've been good, haven't i?" blade says beneath his breath, straddling your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck.

you smile and place your hands on his hips, pressing a kiss onto his neck. "yeah, you have," you reply, handing over a glass of water to kafka to ease her sore throat before giving blade your full attention again. "good boy, blade. want your reward now, baby?"

blade lets out a heavy breath at your praise and puts his hand on your still hardened cock. even after wrecking kafka and cumming all over her, you and blade still have the strength to drown eachother in pleasure? that's one hell of a stamina you got. kafka calls it 'perks of being on the battlefield' and that's probably true.

with a low groan, blade aligns your dick with his entrance, slowly sinking himself on your cock. "shit, you even stretched yourself out for me?" you moan at the feeling of his warmth embracing you, digging your nails into his hip. "managed to masturbate even while on a mission.. what a whore," you breathily chuckle, earning a grunt of dissaproval from him and a clench around your dick.

"no? shall i call you a good boy for stretching yourself out for me instead then, bladie?" you whisper, kissing and nibbling on his earlobe while your hands help him sink himself onto your cock. this is supposed to be a reward, after all.

blade lets out a low moan at your words, gripping onto your shoulders as you bottom out inside him. "yes. i'm good," he breaths, resting his head onto your shoulder.

"mm, alright. been away from me for so long... my poor blade," you coo, kissing the top of his head before rolling his hips on top of you, making him let out a small whimper. "i'll serve you well, angel."

[thegreatestsimp]

currently thinking about half dragon! reader who gives himeko a womb tattoo when they cum inside her for the first time when fucking.

and yes im too horny