I write reader insert fanfiction for female characters in gacha games; mostly for female/AFAB reader.
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Genshin Impact: Jean, Lisa, La Signora, Shenhe, Ningguang, Ei, Miko, Lauma.
Honkai: Star Rail: Himeko, Aglaea, Constance, Kafka, Acheron, Black Swan, Jingliu, Ruan Mei, The Herta.
I won 50/50 and her lightcone came home early too Himeko loves me 🥹🥹 gawd she's so perfect uehehehe ty hoyo I can finally relax cuz I was so scared this morning 😭 wondering if I can get her
prev ;; part 1, part 2 ((this can be read on it's own, but it makes brief references to the first part!))
featuring ;; goddess!himeko x human!gender neutral!reader
content ;; greek myth au, a little bit of religion as it pertains to greek myth, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, a smidge of kissing, yeah :')
note ;; the last of himeko trilogy. maybe not the LAST but the last that i planned up to... lets hope i get blessed with more ideas... again thx to @katka0 my omega reader
wc ;; 2.8k
requests + asks ;; open... but i just reply slow af bru
You now knew that gods were real. Perhaps you always did.
They installed themselves on thrones carved of limestone and marble, sitting at the highest points any mountain could reach. Their bellowing laughter scraped against the same sky that they themselves draped over the lands, back when they bent the universe to fit a mould that served only their highest of interests.
Anything resulting after that was an unimportant aftereffect. Still, they haughtily permitted lesser beings the privilege of settling into the land of their dominion, watching and judging like spectators of a show.
The gods ruled as terrifyingly as they were gracious. One day, they’d deliver a hero who’d grace the people with the skill of farming, blessing humanity with food for generations to come. The next, ten of a small village’s strongest men would be struck down for the mere act of one man’s sacrilege.
They were real. A reality so inexorable that its embers lingered and burned grooves of trepidation in the minds of even the most atheist of scholars.
You distinctly remembered this anxiety from your days of disbelief. Even when admitting your fear was a betrayal of your lack of faith entirely, it simmered in the recesses of your godless mind.
In all the brightest thinkers whose lectures you’d sit in on in secret, without exception, they would follow their prattling of human independence and prowess with an excerpt of a hero or patron god alike. Even the academics would rather choke on the pride they’d swallow down as they thanked the gods for their glory and generosity. Capricious as it was, it was a measly failsafe in case a lingering god was listening in on their blasphemy.
Himeko was also a god—a major one, at that.
She stood over eight feet tall, the picture of perfection as she guided those in both wisdom and navigation with the pass of her hand and the flick of her finger. Her epithet, too, was as mighty as her feats: Hodegetria. She who guides the Way.
She made the impossible tangible, something that she alone could lay into your palms for you to dig your fingers into and understand as reality. And so, with the same leisure of a fleeting summer breeze, you released the truth of her godly sovereignty from your mind—one that ruled over you, the land, and everyone else that inhabited it.
And, in those fleeting moments, she was naught but a human woman who’d keep you clasped in her never-ending embrace.
Himeko would do this in shrinking to size as often and as easily as breathing. She met you halfway. Casually. As if she were only leaning down to bring her line of vision to yours and not morphing herself into an entire form anew.
She rendered your breath laborious and heady quickly thereafter, leaving you no time to linger on the feat by way of locking your lips with hers in a greedy hunger. She’d nearly devour you, only ceasing once your mouth was slick, matching the ruby hue of her tresses and cheeks.
In those moments, the seemingly impossible reality she’d remedy you with was the weight of her breasts, soft and pliant in the catch of your hands. They felt no softer than the sighs she’d breathe into you, filling your lungs with stardust that only she could collect with another brush of her lips against yours.
Cruel as her true nature, Himeko would curse you thereafter with her disappearance, off to complete the duties of a goddess that no human could comprehend the importance of. You often wondered if the excuse was an honest one, as it was so often paired with a foxy smirk that’d plague your thoughts and dreams—each growing more salacious than the last.
You were a sinner, you thought.
What sacrilege could that man even have done to have ten of his kinsmen brought to slaughter by the divine? Whatever it was, it did not so much as hold a candle to how filthy your imaginations sullied Himeko’s picture.
In the oblivion of sleep, you ruined her the same as you worshipped her. You kissed her until she burned brighter than a star and exploded her essence into the net of your mouth. In the same way nymphs dipped themselves into the heated pools of their springs, you bathed in the pleasure you presented her—the same that she’d return to you in tenfold, almost drowning you entirely.
No human should dare to imagine a god in such obscenity. But you did. Every night that passed.
Oh, that’s right.
Himeko was indeed also a god.
You remembered it now as you stood barefoot in a looming temple of the same marble and limestone reserved for the gods. The structure curled over you in carved beams and pillars, a ribcage leading you to the heart of its chamber.
It must have been her hieron, all the way in her patron city of Thalassia. She must’ve brought you there herself, having wrung you out from the profoundest of sleep to the most alert wakefulness with the same ease that she moved mountains with. You shivered at the mere notion of her knowing your dirtiest of thoughts and bringing you here regardless of them—or rather because of them.
You pressed further inside, the smooth stone cold beneath your sweeping strides. A familiar strain of energy buzzed through the map of your nervous system, intertwining itself with your very essence and pulling you deeper into the temple. It was the same, sparking a buzz that prickled against your tongue whenever you’d lick into Himeko’s mouth. She was calling you further, and you answered in antiphony, stepping into the cella of the building.
The usual grand statue of her was nowhere to be seen. Instead of towering over any human that entered the room, the plinth stood empty safe for Himeko, who replaced the marble depiction of her holiness herself.
She sat in the centre of the room like a stroke of colour, splattered against a blank canvas. The rushing waterfall of rouge spilling over her shoulders stood out brightly in the enclosed space of marble, and with a hook of her finger, beckoning you closer, her magic encased you. You flew like a fairy through the air as she brought you to the foot of her pedestal.
The statue itself would’ve been big, but she outclassed it in size and beauty, taking on a larger form than you had ever seen her appear in before. Up the slope of her chin and nose, you stared like a reverent follower as moonlight squeezed through the carvings in the ceiling. It pierced through her hair, providing the ends of her locks with an amber halo to lose yourself in.
“Hello, my sweet,” she greeted, a slow grin stretched across her painted lips. You swallowed, able to taste the mulberry spread across them with just the sight alone.
“My goddess,” you breathed, still feverish from the rush of your dream and the sight of her before you.
Your hands stretched upwards to her in a base instinct, a small creature reaching for the embrace of Olympus. Himeko’s hands wound gently around your wrists, capturing them entirely with more to spare before she lifted you. Her skin was soft as velvet in the casual display of her strength, and she welcomed you in with the partition of her legs, her dress splitting like clouds in a blue sky above.
You could smell her before you saw her, ripe and sweet as her cunt just barely peeked through the white layers of the dress’ chiffon. You parted the fabric like a curtain on your own initiative, and she glistened with want before you. Her clit had already revealed itself on its own, a button eager for your press.
“Again, so formal,” she chuckled. It was the first time you had heard her voice so airy. It echoed throughout the chamber, rich with power, yet soft with a vulnerability that she alone allowed you to bear witness to.
Her head tilted between your glances, which remained in conflict of settling on her face or on her pussy. It amused her so as she leaned back into a lounge, dipping her chin coyly.
“Please,” she intoned, in a voice less than desperate.
She was teasing, not begging. That was below her. You figured as much when she followed up with the words you had once presented her with from so long ago, turned against you like a blade to your throat.
“Accept this gift of mine with a favourable mind and heart. Let me experience the warmth that is your attention.”
You had offered this prayer to her not long after your first encounter with the goddess, when she’d erased herself from your life to draw you out and render you desperate for her presence.
If you could flush any further than you were now, you did.
“Himeko,” you whined, correcting your previous formality. It was a knee-jerk reaction to her overwhelming presence that she did not fail to correct you upon. “Don’t be cruel.”
“Cruel?” She repeated. “I offer you such an opportunity, and you call me cruel? Do you wish for me to return you home?”
Himeko’s knees twitched, flickering closer to one another as if to fall shut in threat. Even if your strength were but a brush of an eyelash in comparison to her own, your hands flew between them, bracing them open.
She did not really mean to shut them. She was truly cruel.
“No, no,” you rasped. Your brain rattled with how quickly you shook your head, desperate as you pulled yourself closer. “I’m sorry. I want to—can I…?”
Her lips pulled back into another smile as she watched you, revealing rows of perfectly straight and pearly teeth. Entertained by your fickle and lusted nature, a droplet of desire escaped her hole, but it did not escape your attention. You watched it drip onto the stone pedestal below her.
“May you…? What, I cannot read your mind, dear one.”
She could, she has, and she will forevermore. And each time you grew aware of that fact, she plucked it clean from your mind.
“M-May I… taste you? Please, Himeko?”
She sighed at your voice curling into such a delicious sentence. You were meek in your address, but the hunger in your eyes was visceral. Himeko nodded once, sliding her fingers over the top of your head as she spread her thighs further.
Her hands dwarfed your head, and you wondered if her cunt would do the same.
“Yes, dear, you may.”
In that same breath, Himeko brought your face just before her wetness. Her hole clenched with anticipation, and somehow, you held enough patience to stand still and breathe in deeply. Her scent flooded your nostrils and rendered you dizzy with desire, your eyes fluttering shut automatically as you were brought to ecstasy by the whiff alone.
Himeko tasted better than she smelled.
With your tongue unfurled, you licked up her cunt, starting at her fluttering entrance and scooping up her essence until you reached her clit. She sung out like a songbird, and a shiver wracked musically through your spine like she had dragged a mallet down each of its grooves.
“Himeko,” you muffled into her, and her hands tightened on your head at the sound.
Your tongue laved desperately, like you had found an oasis in the centre of a desert. She was certainly wet enough for you to mistake her for one, leaving your chin soaked and a puddle slick beneath her.
“Oh, heavens above.”
She even cursed like a divine being, canting her hips up into your face as she dragged your tongue from her clit to her hole, offering you to drink from her sprout.
You did so eagerly, moving a thumb up to meet where your tongue could no longer reach, slathering smooth circles onto her pearl. It was already so slick with your saliva that your finger nearly slipped off a few times, only to redirect itself and provide her with more pleasure than you previously did.
“Good. You’re so good for me. Sweet little thing—so small.”
She seethed the last few words through her teeth like she could barely fathom how well you ate her. Even her eyebrows knit with this apparent frustration, more a reflection of how tightly you were winding the pleasure within her belly. It was a flame ready to burst into a fire in a moment’s breath, and you chased that heat desperately.
You continued pressing your tongue into the wet clutch of her hole. She was so large that you couldn’t imagine that you reached too deeply, but she cried out nonetheless, back curling into a glorious arch.
You wondered if rainbows were modelled after her likeness as you licked into her. You wondered again if whether morning dew was a reference to how perfect she appeared with perspiration shining along her forehead. Your mind could not afford to wander for long, not with the marble beneath you biting into your knees and the sound of her cries flowing into your ears.
Each taste of Himeko bloomed revolutionarily against your tongue as you licked and suckled, despite having been lapping for quite some time.
She was as sweet as the honey you’d once offered her, but she supplied you with a certain tang all the same, keeping you hooked as she ground herself up and down your face. You were certain that nowhere was left dry with how raggedly she humped. You were off the wagon with her, and you never imagined boarding once more.
“Do you enjoy this?” She breathed out, taunting even in her depravity.
Golden eyes settled on the swivelling motions of your hips, jerking mindlessly for some sort of friction. When you reached a shaky hand to relieve yourself of your agonizing desire, she did not allow it, only pulling it up to press into the plush of her breast.
You groaned as her tit practically spilled through between your fingers, moving you to pinch her nipple absentmindedly. Her sounds made your crotch grow even hotter with need, but you didn’t dare to pull your hands away from where she wanted you.
“Yes—” you slurred, moving back up to pull her clit between your lips in a suckle. You dipped your fingers into her, needing four to provide her with any sort of pleasure. “Yes, yes. I do, Himeko. Please. Tastes so good.”
Himeko tossed her head backwards on her shoulders at the slight stretch, her hair falling like the most carefully draped gown. Any thoughts of shrinking to a more accommodating size disappearing when you provided her with exactly what she needed.
Your words, however, fuzzed through her ears, barely registering as her jaw dropped. Drool seeped down her chin and dripped over your fingers that still fondled her chest.
You wished so deeply to be able to lick her face clean, but you sufficed with the addiction that was her core. The feeling of rolling your tongue along her hardened clit was satisfying enough, and you curled your fingers with each push inside to emphasize your dedication.
“Oh, Flower, I am so close.” She whispered the words like she’d shatter with anything louder, and she nearly did when you moaned into her at the pet name.
She only ever called you that when she was particularly enamoured by you, wishing to lick the dew off your every petal. Though, you supposed that this night, that was your purpose.
If you had pressed any further against her, you were certain you would’ve moulded into the shape of her folds. Still, you would not complain about such a fate when her heat clenched so tightly around her fingers. She was close and crashing so strongly that your fingers struggled to continue their pumping into her.
Himeko’s velvety walls fluttered violently, pulsing like a second heartbeat before providing a final choke, holding your hand still as her climax washed over her. Your fingers and palm grew soaked up to your arm, yet you continued to lap until she divorced you from her heat, blearily blinking down at you as she examined your ruined appearance. You couldn’t say she was ruined the same, not when she looked so ethereal.
Your eyes dropped back down, swallowing whatever blend of saliva and slick that remained pooled in your mouth as you pulled your fingers free from the cold of her cunt. You missed her warmth already, but her apparent satisfaction soothed your woes entirely.
“Good?” You questioned, though you knew her answer just by how heavily her chest heaved.
Another one of her gorgeous smiles graced you with a response as Himeko pulled you up to her level. She panted, taking you in one final time before kissing the taste of herself right off your tongue.
“So good, darling. Now,” she pulled back, peering through the cut of her lashes at you. “Lay back, and let me return the favour.”
Sandrone I want to express my biggest, deepest gratitude to you because your trailer has THE MOST DOMESTIC SIGNORA EVER 😭😭 I mean LOOK AT HER-
her sleeping outfit is sooo elegant how can this woman pull that off even when she's going to bed??!! and her expression ughhhh I need to breath hshshs 😭😭😭 so soft and adorable unlike her usual appearance
and this pose???? alr maybe Hoyo knows what their audience wants after all... I will think about this every day from now on thank you very much 🥺🥺
anw though I haven't been catching up to genshin story's since like, sumeru, but I feel like Signora's death is intentional for other characters' development. it's something I neither despise nor favour, because I hate seeing my fav being dead and the only images/scenarios I'll have of her is through reminiscene, but at the same time it brings a sense of appreciation knowing her death affects many people and they won't ever forget her 😭 atp I don't even care I'm just happy to see her again ueueheueheue
content/warnings: tail play, blood play, blood kink, biting, temperature play, oral sex, hair pulling, vaginal sex, double dildo, multiple orgasms, baby birding (blood), edging, thigh riding, blood drinking, fire bondage, fire as lube (it's in a dream, no one gets hurt), power play (master/pet), technical somnophilia, ambigous ending | read at your own discretion
notes: I'm truly living up to my name with this one 🫡
Read it on ao3!
Finally… a taste…
Constance’s tongue flicked over twin blossoms of blood, their flowing stems falling along the tendons of your neck. Her claws cupped your breasts, the sharp tips of her thumbs dragging across your nipples. Your thighs spread loosely around her supple hips, the flaming spade of her tail massaging your clit. Here in the realm of dreams, of ephemeral memories soon to be lost, it would not burn you. Instead it would provide dizzying warmth against the chill her transience brought.
Each soft moan from your lips spiked her desire, power thrumming in her veins from your pleasure. She stroked harder and faster, teeth sinking into your flesh with increasing fervor. Your body melted after each, rationale seeping into the black satin sheets beneath your warm, sweaty figure. Constance snaked her way down your figure, tongue toying with the divot of your clavicle. It trailed lower to the softness of your breasts, the path of her saliva cooling against your heated skin. Two fingers trapped your clit, their length shifting back and forth while their claws spread and played with your hole. Her tongue swirled around your right nipple, flicking the bud and sucking it between her teeth. She bit it lightly, releasing it from her pursed lips and licking along the undercurve of your breast.
The pace of her fingers quickened, your hole working her claws in steady clenches. Her tongue caressed your left nipple now, laving across the soft flesh in search of the heaviest pulse. She found it right over your heart, beating so fervently just for her. Fangs sank into that throbbing vein, her smile meeting your skin as a breathy moan fell from your lips. Constance’s empty hand filled with your hair, her claws digging into your scalp as she directed your foggy gaze to her. Lidded violet eyes rested on the rivers of blood rushing from her bite, coating your breast in saccharine crimson. She latched onto the puncture, sucking and massaging it with her tongue, drinking in each of your broken cries.
Constance’s throat bobbed against your stomach, her claws fully sheathed inside of you. Their sharp tips danced gently across your walls, the plush pads of her fingers coming to soothe any sting. Her tail returned to rub your clit, allowing her to feast on you fully. Behind her lashes she could see your dazed, satisfied smile, glazed eyes focused on the bow of her lips on your breast.
Her grip tightened, your brows furrowing as she sucked harder, sweet metal melting over her tongue. It soon bathed yours, leaking from her lips in a steady stream for your waiting mouth. Her tail flicked just right as blood hit your tongue, and a loud moan spilled into your bedroom. Her lips met yours with a sloppy kiss, your body twitching in the clouds beneath her practiced hands.
Her palms slid up your arms, guiding them above your head, her breasts pushing softly into yours. Her lips continued stealing yours, her hands wrapping around your wrists. They heated your skin against the cold night, Constance’s features coming momentarily alight with deep cerulean. Magic bound you, flaming ropes keeping your movements restricted. She pushed her weight into you, every plane and curve of her body a tender comfort.
Her claws toyed with your hair, twisting a strand around her finger.
“Where would you like my attention, darling?”
“Wherever you want, Connie.”
The pointed tip of her claw tilted your chin up, “Is that any way to refer to your master?”
“I’m sorry, Madame Dahlia.”
She hummed, stroking a knuckle along your cheek, “Good girl.”
You leaned into her touch, and her palm flattened.
“Can you tell me where you need me, sweet pet?”
“Your tongue…”
“What about it?”
You writhed against her, and she grasped your chin.
“I need it…” you whined.
“Use your words. You’ve got to tell me where, sweet girl.”
“My clit, I need you to suck my clit, Madame Dahlia.”
The spade of her tail came to rest on your tongue, its warmth filling your mouth. Constance’s lips met your skin in a slow trail, from the valley of your breasts all the way down to where you desired her most. The tip of her tongue flicked your clit sharply to the side, drawing a short yelp from your gagged mouth. It flattened into one long lick, ending with another flick at your hood. Her lips wrapped around the bud as she finally fulfilled your request, sucking harshly and relishing in your trembles. She refused to let up, alternating her patterns enough to send you to the edge before moving to bite at your inner thighs.
She adored your frustration. Your willingness to obey and let her take care of you. Nights with you were her favorite. There was something so endearing and intoxicating about your submission, she simply couldn’t resist seeing you.
Her flames licked down your body, wrapping and tying. Her mouth returned to your cunt, lapping at your clit. She giggled at your whimpers, tongue shifting to thrust into your hole. She groaned, hands digging into your thighs while you clenched sweetly around her. The smooth, cold nail of one of her claws came to toy with your clit, rubbing rapidly. She savored your taste, every shake of your thighs and lift of your hips.
Constance shivered as you came, a rush of energy flooding her veins. Your moans wavered, breaking into a breathless laugh. She placed a kiss on your worn clit, rising to sit over your now closed thighs. Her claws rest above your head, puncturing the satin of your pillowcase. They slid up to hold your wrists, still bound by her flame. Her breasts bounced slowly back and forth as she ground against one of your thighs. Each of her pants fell perfectly into your ear, her breath fanning over your earlobe before her teeth nipped at it.
“I… have a better… idea than this.”
Constance sat up again, thumbs brushing against the flaming ropes keeping your hands up. They were released, reaching down to rub at your master’s hips. Fire gathered in her palm, shifting into something long and born of shadow. Its length continued to stretch, ending with a bulbous tip on both ends. She set it aside for a moment, sliding off of your body and pushing your legs up.
“Sit and spread yourself for me, pet.”
You obeyed her command, resting on one elbow as your other hand displayed every fold for her ravenous eyes. The tip of her toy ran up and down your clit, tenderly pleasing and preparing you. It slid down, gently entering your hole as Constance sighed, her gaze fixed on its widening. As soon as you shifted and the dildo drove deeper, she plucked it out. The tip now massaged against her tongue, her lips wrapping around it and sucking. It left her mouth with a pop, a large drop of her saliva spreading across its surface beneath her palm.
Color blossomed across the toy, her signature blue flame encasing it. She cooed as she pushed it inside of you, slowly thrusting the further it went. Small jolts of heat and satisfaction rose up your spine, the comforting heaviness of her toy something to savor.
Constance mimicked your position, her legs hooking over yours. The other end of her dildo entered her smoothly, a pout forming on her face as she leaned back to look at you.
“Fuck yourself for me, darling. Your Madame’s tired.”
She smiled lazily, entertained by the desperation in every wave of your movements. Your knees bent further, your ass brushing against hers with every sticky squelch of the toy in your cunt. Constance’s tail flicked your clit in rhythm with your thrusts, watching your sensitive body fall apart again. She could feel how tightly you clenched around the dildo, your poor legs giving way from the strength and speed of your orgasm.
Her tail claimed your neck, wrapping around it gently and guiding you to her. The toy slid from you, and Constance drank in your whine.
“Can you please me, pet?”
Her tail tightened when you leaned down, taking your end of the dildo in hand and thrusting it steadily. Your lips encased her clit, sucking and massaging it with the tip of your tongue. Her thighs clenched around your head, a welcome and grounding pressure against the thrill of leaving her happy and sated. It was the least she deserved after all she provided for you.
Her cheeks flushed with her desire, hips meeting each thrust and slide of your tongue. Her moans grew loud and wanton as her tail constricted around your neck, the sensation dizzying and blissful. She shivered as she came, riding out her high across your ready face.
She blinked slowly, catching her breath while you nuzzled into her inner thigh. Your neck burned, more than just heat tainting it. Constance’s claws carded through your hair, scratching against your scalp.
“Now you’re mine, darling pet.”
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sorta long yandere!constance x gn!reader yap... walk with me guyz
constance is such a yandere without even needing an au... she's so cunning so evil wow i actually need that STAT. she's so the type to do everything within her possibilities to have you feel safe and comfortable around her... buttttt not entirely for good reason. she's constantly (haha) butterying you up until you're all soft and pliant around her,, until she can mold your attitude and behaviour into whatever shape or form she pleases.
and she has multiple ways of going about this. shes CALCULATED. constance is almost always agreeing with you. no matter what. she wants you to speak your mind in its most honest, rawest of ways, and being in constant agreement allows you to do this the most comfortably TT though she can take a peek right into your memories, constance gets a certain type of rush when you say her the whole truth and nothing but the truth directly to her (that freak). she knows you so well at this point, better than the back of her hand. on rare occasions that she thinks you're lying, she gets EXTREMELY passive aggressive. or at the very least, she withdraws a lot of the affection she so easily pours into you. she'll 100% sift through your memories to check, and when she finds out she was wrong about you lying? its not any better </3 because shes thoroughly distraught at the idea of getting you wrong... send help.
anywho, if she ends up actually disagreeing with you, she's not the type to really punish you for something so simple. she's met countless of individuals who don't like how she conducts herself, so its no surprise that you wouldn't be 100% on board with everything she suggests. if anything, it makes you more enjoyable to her... like a gamble of seeing if she'll put you off or if you'll enthusiastically agree with some of her most controversial behaviours. okay, sorry for getting sidetracked, but when she does actually disagree with you, she does it oh so softly... it's like the gentlest of let downs when she sighs and shakes her head. though she does find the dismay on your face painfully endearing, shes quick to ease you from being blue with a gentle caress and an (empty) promise to consider things your way. you believe her every time for some reason and she loves it even more.
anyways, circling back to affection, she really is the worlds most affectionate yandere >< even when you're doing the bare minimum, she lavishes you with praise and words of affirmation. if you haven't cashed in at least 50 praises from her a day (and i mean at least), check outside because the sun might be rising in the west. anyways, shes ALWAYS cooing. it's her default voice setting with you at this point. it's so bad (well... maybe not bad) that it becomes jarring when she switching between her voice with you and her voice with others. she definitely notices your surprised blinks when she does this, and uses that fact against you when you disagree too much to her liking. all of a sudden she's no longer speaking to you sweetly like before. she really, really withdraws. it's like she's speaking with a stranger </3 ugh.
so, when you finally, finally let your guard down around her and begin to open up (because, trust me, something instinctual has you keeping it up), she eeeeagerly welcomes it while filing EVERY little thing you say away. its likely that she already knows any new bit of information of yourself you offer her, but the way you convey it yourself paints her a whole different story and teaches her a lot, so she listens extremely carefully. btw, if you thought she wouldnt, you're dumb, because she WILL use the things you tell her against you if she has to. mention a fear of yours once? brother. worst idea imaginable. the next time you 'act out' (which is hard to decipher what exactly that means), she'll put you in a scenario involving that very fear, just to "save" you from it so that you'll never disobey or doubt her again. remember that one time you told her about something you promised her? wait... you don't remember??? she swears you did, and how could she be lying she she remembers everything else you said that day so clearly??
you see what i mean?? i didn't even mean to ramble this long but constance is naturally such a yandere that i can't help but get into it fr... ugh. be careful around her guys fr
u guys don't know how much i want this freaking week and month to be over so i can actually write sth... sneak peak on what's gonna be in my drafs are mostly Constance but with... different AUs... and scenarios... and-
okay i might be lowkey obssessed with her i still hasn't figured out why exactly 😭😭 fun fact that although my faves are Himeko, Agy and Constance my HSR account does not have them 😭🙏 except Himeko but she's only E2 and it's been like a year since she came home on standard banner 😔 gawd why do i have such bad luck when it comes to pretty womann eooeooeeoe
anw here is a list of my plan this year, preferably during summer break cuz i'm entering the final year at uni this year 🙏:
Sea Witch!Constance x Reader (based on The Little Mermaid lol)
Acheron & Reader Childhood friends AU (sooo excited to rant about this AU guys it's been on my mind for weeks) ft Acheswan and ConstanceR
Cantarella x Handmaiden!Reader
a special theme collection ft Nihility women (Fugue, Kafka, Black Swan, Acheron, Constance) x Reader 👀
Omegaverse La Signora x Reader
welp that's about it!!! can't wait for this hellish semester to end <3
some freaky Constance stuffs because currently this woman occupies my head 24/7 and I need to get my assignments done
Disclaimer: mentions of blood, semi-public sex, voyeurism, consensual threesome
more often than not, Constance loves dragging her long, sharp nails across your body; mauling the once blank canvas of smooth skin in red lines. sometimes she even carves her initial on your inner thighs- the C settles heavily as a reminder of who you belong to. it's painful, for sure, but the good kind of pain. it's the pain that Constance taught you to feel, to embrace in the midst of carnal desire; and who were you to disobey?
when she feels scratches aren't enough, her teeth spring to actions. she starts with small kisses on your neck, letting you melt against the bedsheets in reverie. then the gentleness turns to rough bites that hard enough to break your skin and draw droplets of fresh blood. the demon licks your new wounds hungrily, not apologetic at all when you scoff in annoyance at how will you be able to cover it tomorrow? to which she answers back nonchalantly, don't, let people see and know you're mine.
bedroom activities won't be much exciting if Constance doesn't somehow piss you off so bad you obliviate her. push her onto her stomach as your strap buries deep inside and take her from the back, pulling her tail to make her back arch in a perfect curve, and please make her wear a gag so the snarky remarks won't be bothering you! you can be as rough as you want because Constance can handle it. on rare occasions when your enthusiasm/frustration takes over the rational side and leaves her breathless, expect to take care of her afterwards. she will become a mouthy pillow princess who complains quite a lot with sth like "awww how could you ruin a lady like this?"
she can control the blue flame on her tail and fucks you with it. although its overall size cannot compare to other toys, the speed and length it carries always make your eyes roll in pleasure. the first time her tail took charge, you were left a mess and abdonmen ached for an entire week. she also uses it to restrain you, more specifically your thighs to secure a place between them or sometimes take your hands above your head. she becomes more aroused whenever you're like that, all spread out and pliant for her to use.
semi-pubic sex and voyeurism is something she will discuss with you, more often than not. if you refuse, she will be considerate enough and respect your boundaries, albeit being just a little pouty doing so; but if you're okay with it, oh Constance is elated. the first thing she'll do is planning a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant while putting a bluetooth vibrator inside your panties. she will mess the mode buttons, watching you surpress your moans and try to keep your composure in front of the poor waiter taking your order. the night ends with you being denied of orgasm several times before she fucks you in the restaurant's lavish restroom.
about the voyeur kink, she will personally invite her favourite memokeeper - Black Swan - to be her audience. Swan attempted to decline at first, but seeing how much of a cutie you were, the woman was quite curious of how you would react when being pleasured. she will lie beside you on the bed, sweeping your bangs out of your sweaty face and compliments you a lot. along with Constance, you will be showered in nothing but praises and coos, reducing you into a puddle of happiness <3 then, if you allow her, Swan will make you orgasm using her lithe fingers while Constace rides your face silly. it would be a real pity if the memokeeper can't partake in fucking such adorable girl.
although Constance is open with sharing you, she only permits people whom she really trusts/has a certain level of affection. if someone else tries to flirt or touch you, the possessiveness of a natural demon will be activated and The Dahlia will teach them an unforgetable lesson. don't think that you are free to go, she will lock you inside her bedroom for a whole 24 hours to remind who you belong to. in hindsight, sex when Constance becomes jealous or possessive is not that hellish. she just craves to mark you as hers, so her behaviors can also be described as... desperate. moaning your name while repeatedly rutting her demonically manifested cock against your cunt, leaving countless bites and hickeys on your skin, etc... in the morning, not only your hips and legs are sore but also your neck because of how hard she left her bitemarks on you.
Constance is quite of fond soft, slow vanilla sex, despite her preference for rough and hardcore. during these nights, she loves to be as close as possible by your side, rubbing your cores together and slowly build up the pleasure. she loves it when you fondle her chests, even smothering your face in those soft pillows as she wraps her arms around your back. she secretly stores these precious moments in her twisted heart, implicitly showing how in love she is when being your lover.
GENDER: Fem
FANDOM: Honkai Star Rail
NOTE: Based off her in-game text convo! constance i love you so much i love you oh my god the fandom doesn't deserve you. if i wasn't saving for aven sp i would pull in an instant like ohhhhmygod i love her. shes so good. i love evil women. i might write a short fic based on this but idk.
TAGS: memory fuckery
★ The Dahlia, most familiar to you as Constance, had entered your family without warning.
★ Regardless of what age you are now, your mother had died when you were very young. You have fleeting memories of her face, her voice, and your father especially was broken up over her death. He often reminisced with such deep love in his voice. He had sworn never to love again.
★ Which is why it was such a shock to you when he suddenly introduced her out of the blue. Constance. His lover. Smiling like a snake offering an apple, with an air blanketed in rich perfume. Your father had looked so happy, wearing that face he always wore when he talked about mother.
★ You didn't like Constance, not one bit. There was something seriously wrong with her and how coy she spoke. And she always looked at you for too long when you didn't fawn over her like the rest of the family. You were a simple working-class family on some nowhere planet, so maybe that's why the rest were so welcoming to such a noble lady.
★ Constance tried to make idle talk with you when she wasn't hanging off your fathers arm. Always with that same, glinting smile. You didn't entertain it, you couldn't stand being in the same room as her.
★ What you didn't know is that your father and the rest of your family had long since fallen under the Cremator's charm. Their memories altered and slowly being lured away and burned to a crisp in a flame of blue.
★ Everyone was affected except you. And you realise it too late.
★ You return home one day to find your entire family unresponsive. Eyes glazed over. Breathing, but already gone. You try to call emergency services but the signal has been cut, you try to leave the house only to find out the way you came in no longer exists anymore. You're trapped.
★ Until a wisp flickering off a demonic tail shines in your peripherals. You're never seen on your home planet again.
★ You're now forced along with her and her escapades of serial-betrayal. Jumping from group to group and faction to faction without ever having a say about anything.
★ She often refers to you as her 'baby,' treats you with such sickeningly sweet attention. Kisses your forehead or your cheek in greetings or goodbyes, insists on brushing your hair or doing your makeup if you wear it, she's very physically affectionate.
★ Insists on you calling her 'mother' or any other variant, she won't budge on this.
★ Any memories you'd rather forget? Constance has already burned them away! And while she'd rather have the current you, if you ever get a bit too out of line, do something really drastic- then you might just forget about your life before this entirely.
★ All memories of your family? Gone. Constance has always been your mother, and despite being a single one at that, has always worked so hard to provide for you! She was there for your first steps, for your first word, you remember that, right? Ignore those bouts of Deja Vu, mother knows best.
★ Oh. And Black Swan has definetly met you. She feels bad for you.
thinking that as old habits never really fade away, sometimes Himeko will become reckless and protective over the Express members, and most of those times concern you.
the navigator is known for her elegance and patience when facing troubles and politeness in her speech, she always gains control over situations and solve them efficiently. but when she hears you're surrounded by nosy thugs in her neighborhood, Himeko wastes no time tracking them down and beat them to a pulp.
yes, it means she uses her own physical strengths, coupled with the versitile weaponary suitcase she carries along, to punch, swing and kick their asses. part of her revels in the fact that despise her age, she can still fight just like 15 years ago; then the largest part takes pride in the way your eyes brighten in amazement and adoration upon watching your usually calm girlfriend get in action.
the commotion ends in those thugs getting arrested and Himeko gets a bigggg smooch from her lover. as long as she can protect you, she doesn't mind getting her hands a bit dirty <3
flexing a little before going back to schoolwork is that I can draw and this is my precious baby - Ellisa 🥺🥺 also pls don't cancel me this "highschooler" is 300+ years old 🙏
Can I make a request for something with La Signora in a more domestic vein?
It's just that I've been suffering from insomnia lately, and I think I’d really enjoy reading something featuring late-night conversations, please 👉👈💕
That's so sweet aww 🥹 and I hope you get to sleep well pls take care of yourself ❤️
Game: Genshin Impact
Characters: La Signora x gn!reader
Type: SFW, Fluff
The third time you rolled over, the silk sheets twisted around your legs like vines. Outside, the wind howled through Snezhnaya's streets, carrying the distant clatter of a loose shutter. The fourth time you sighed, the rustle of fabric answered from across the room. Signora’s silhouette detached itself from the armchair by the dying fireplace, her pale hair catching what little emberlight remained as she crossed the carpet without sound.
"You're as restless as a caged songbird." she observed, her voice low enough that the words barely disturbed the quiet between you.
"You are also still awake…." you retorted, glancing at the documents she was likely reviewing.
Signora exhaled through her nose, a sound almost too soft to catch, and set aside her papers.
"Insomnia is an old companion of mine." she admitted, rising in one fluid motion. The hem of her nightgown whispered against the floorboards as she moved toward you. "Though I suspect yours has different roots."
Your fingers dug into the pillowcase, the texture rough against your skin. Signora’s shadow stretched across the bedspread as she perched on the edge of the mattress, her weight barely denting the feather-stuffed surface. She reached out and gently cupped your face, her thumb caressing your cheek tenderly.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice gentle.
You let out a sigh, "It's nothing, I don't want to talk about it…."
Her eye narrowed for a moment then she nodded in understanding, "Very well, we won't then. Is there something else you wish to do?"
You smiled and held her hand, "Sleep with me, please?"
Signora could never refuse you, especially not when you made this expression. She didn't even bother with a witty retort and simply shed her cape and climbed on the bed, laying beside you and pulling you close to rest your head against her chest. You wrapped your arms around her and nuzzled into her with a contended hum.
"Tell me about your work, whatever you have been doing. Anything, just…. I want to hear your voice."
Signora chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest where your ear rested.
"Work?" she mused, her fingers idly tracing patterns along your shoulder. "You'd rather hear about logistics reports and droll of the Harbingers than count sheep?~"
"Mmm, anything is fine. I like hearing you talk, that's all."
Signora hummed, the sound warm against your ear.
"Very well." she conceded, her fingers pausing their idle tracing to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Though I warn you, even I find our latest trade negotiations with Liyue excessively dull. Regrator insists on meticulous records of every mora exchanged as if the Tsaritsa's coffers would notice a few coins gone astray." Her voice dripped with playful derision, and you smiled into the hollow of her collarbone.
Signora's fingers resumed their slow, absent-minded journey along your shoulder, tracing the ridge of your collarbone with featherlight precision. The rhythm of her breathing beneath your cheek was steady, measured like an anchor in the quiet storm of your thoughts. Outside, the wind had settled into something softer, a zephyr whispering against the frosted windowpanes.
"Hmm, Marionette complained about my new heels being too loud. As if her own body doesn't clank with every movement."
You laughed at that, "Ignore her, she's just envious because they suit you so well~"
She smiled to herself and kissed your forehead, "Of course, they do. I always choose the best~"
Signora’s fingers stilled against your skin as a particularly strong gust rattled the windowpanes. The sound pulled her attention away momentarily, her gaze flickering toward the frosted glass before returning to you. Her fingers resumed their idle tracing, this time drifting down your arm with deliberate slowness, as if mapping every inch of you.
"Dottore requested another shipment of Fontaine's clockwork components." she murmured, her voice a low hum against your hair. "Claimed he needed them for 'pioneering research.' The man couldn't pioneer his way out of a paper bag without blowing it up first." You snorted, pressing closer as her chest vibrated with her own quiet laugh.
"When is your next day off? We haven't seen the opera in months."
Signora's fingers stilled against your skin for a moment, long enough for you to notice the hesitation before she resumed tracing idle circles along your forearm.
"Opera, hmm…." she repeated, the word curling in the air like smoke from a snuffed candle. "That depends on whether Pulcinella finishes auditing the Zapolyarny Palace expenditures by Thursday."
"You'll make time." you murmured against her skin, lips brushing the delicate curve of her clavicle. "Or I'll start submitting formal complaints to the Tsaritsa about her Eighth Harbinger neglecting her personal affairs."
Signora's breath hitched barely before she exhaled a laugh that tasted like stolen time and expensive wine.
"Threatening divine intervention over date nights now, are we?" Her fingers slid up to pinch your earlobe playfully. "How ruthless~"
"You aren't one to talk about ruthlessness~" you smirked.
Signora's fingers curled around your earlobe a moment longer before releasing with a slow drag of her nails that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. She hummed, the sound contemplative now, her other hand tracing idle patterns against your ribs through the thin fabric of your sleep shirt.
"Did my soldiers complain to you again?" she raised an eyebrow.
You chuckled against her collarbone, shaking your head slightly. "They don't complain, just.... vent. Though I did overhear one of them say they'd rather face a pack of rifthounds than deliver bad news to you after noon."
Signora's chuckle was a dark, velvety thing that curled around your ears like smoke. "Good." she purred, her nails scraping lightly against your scalp in a way that made you arch unconsciously into her touch.
"Let them fear the consequences of their incompetence. It keeps them sharp." Her fingers trailed lower, tracing the line of your jaw with the same precision she might use to review a battlefield map. "Though I suppose you're the exception to that rule. You could spill ink on my most confidential documents and I'd merely sigh and requisition another copy."
"Is that so? Don't let others know that the Fair Lady is soft for a completely unassuming Snezhnayan~"
Signora's fingers paused at your teasing, her nails digging in just enough to make you gasp before she relented with a slow, indulgent stroke along your neck.
"Unassuming?" she echoed, voice dripping with amusement. "You, who once barged into a Harbinger meeting to demand I eat lunch? Who stole my gloves last winter just to force me indoors when my fingers turned blue?" Her thumb pressed against your pulse point, feeling the quickened rhythm there. "You are many things, my dear, but unassuming is not one of them~"
She playfully tapped your nose then covered your eyes, "Now, try to sleep. The sun will be up before we realize it."
Your eyelids grew heavy against Signora's palm, her familiar scent wrapping around you like another layer of blankets. But just as sleep began to pull at the edges of your consciousness, the weight of her hand lifted, replaced by the cool brush of her lips against your forehead. The moment her lips left your forehead, Signora's breath shifted into something melodic— a low, wordless hum that curled through the darkness like smoke from a censer. It wasn't a tune you recognized, something old and foreign, the notes lilting in a way that spoke of distant lands and older sorrows. Her chest vibrated with it beneath your ear, the rhythm syncopated like a heartbeat slowed by centuries.
The melody curled through the space between your bodies like a living thing, wrapping around your frayed thoughts with the same effortless precision as Signora’s fingers had traced your skin moments before. It wasn’t a lullaby from Snezhnaya— the intervals were too strange, the rhythm too uneven, something born in a land where the wind carried salt instead of snow. You could almost see it: beneath the starry sky at Starsnatch Cliff, a young maiden singing to the trees and animals, devoid of any chaos and troubles.
Signora’s voice, usually sharp enough to carve ice, softened around the edges of each note, fraying into something that wasn’t quite vulnerability but wasn’t her usual controlled cadence either. Her fingers absently carded through your hair as she hummed, the pads of her fingers catching occasionally on tangles she didn’t bother to smooth as if the slight tug was as much a part of the ritual as the song itself. You wondered, distantly, who had hummed this for her first. The thought slipped away before you could grasp it, lost to the tide of her voice as you finally fell into deep sleep.
She watched the way your eyes became heavy, lids hooding before shutting tight and your body laying idle beside her. She hummed a while longer, ensuring you wouldn't wake then pulled the blanket over your bodies and laid down as well, closing her own eye to sleep, her arms still securely wrapped around you.
ranting in vietnamese below bcuz i'm too shy to post on facebook (i have my face as avatar) it's about a music reality show, if u are viet i'm sure u know about it and in case u don't, go watch EM XINH SAY HI it's so peak
ý là tui bị mê Maiquinn á mn 😭 tui k có coi từ lúc chương trình mới ra mà mới dạo gần đây tui mới coi, do mê cái khúc Maiquinn đánh trống bên bài Rock Thiệp hồng đó tr ơi ta nói đỉnh nóc kịch trần mà nó cháy mà nó aaaa !!!!
chính bả đã làm tui tò mò xong mò đi coi thử, coi xong dính nha 30 em xinh ai cũng thích. top 1 là Maiquinn ròi xong thích thêm Lyhan nữa má ơi. k những cái vibe mà giọng bả cũng hay vl, nghe album Tâm linh mà thiệc xự nha khóc nức nở luôn đó... bài Chằn tinh í huhu ý là mình k khóc vì mình relate tới bài hát, mà mình khóc vì nỗi buồn trong bài đó quá sâu sắc và nó chạm đến trái tim mình khiến mình rung cảm theo. giời ơi cái bridge phát lên 1 cái là coi như ướt hết cái mặt gặp trúng mình khó nín khóc coi như bữa đó 2 con mắt sưng vù 😭😭😭
quay lại Maiquinn thì ngoài nhan sắc, dù bả đẹpppp đẹp kiểu ít thấy trong showbiz Việt lun í đẹp đặc biệt, thì tui yêu cách Mai yêu âm nhạc thông qua nhạc cụ, cụ thể là trống với guitar. Mai cũng chia sẻ điều đó trong mấy ep BTS lun hic, và mình cảm nhận được điều đó. thề cái bài solo Thao túng tâm lý với nguyên cái album riêng nó mang 1 màu sắc lạ lạ á mn, sexy thì có nhma nó nghệ không bị ô dề, rùi melody nó cũng vừa Việt Nam mà nó vừa sao sao á bị ít vốn từ để mô tả âm nhạc, nch lại là nó lạ và siu hayyy
top 3 của tui là Han Sara =))))) cổ bị lạc quẻ với 2 ngừi phía trên lum tui cảm thấy cổ khá bình thường về mặt phong cách, nhma bị ấn tượng về cách nói chuyện cx như mindset của cổ í. tới nỗi mà mấy cái show phỏng vấn ngoài tui xem trọn k tua 1 giây nào 🥹 với đẹp nữaaaa love cái vibe nàng thơ của cổ. ê mà nha cái bài Red Flag nó đúng bùng lổ lun hong ngờ cổ sẹc xi tới dị, qua I'll be there thề tập đó khóc quá tr thương cổ vl 😭😭😭 màn dance battle thì xu quá tnhien bị thương ở chân hicc mất cơ hội tỏa sáng...
trộm vía mình bias toàn all rounder cái mọe j cx cân được =)))) quăng miếng thì cx oke nốt trông Lyhan ngầu z thoi chứ miếng bả chất lượng nha kkk còn Mai thì hình như bả bị chạm dây cười á cười dai và nhìu =)))) Sa thì huhu I LOVE HER SMILE HER LAUGH cái kiểu mình đang stress xong nhìn cô ấy cười 1 phát là há há há bth iu đời lại liền 🥺🥺
honorable mention mà tui mê nữa là Đào Tử A1J, Muộii (thề mê cái circle Sara, Muộii, Đào Tử với Yeolan í bạn tui mê Yeolan lắm), với HOÀNG DUYÊN 70 TÂY NINHHH =))))
top song thì quá izi theo thứ tự nà: em chỉ là > không đau nữa rồi > cứ đổ tại cơn mưa (bị mê ballad) > cầm kì thi họa (i love verse của Lamoon) = i'll be there = gã săn cá = not my fault (uk tôi ship MaiLinh nhé ce switch qua lại được nhưng vẫn prefer Lyhan top mèo đen x Mai bot cún vàng nhá). còn lại thích đều
solo song thì top 1 lội ngược dòng. thề tr ơi bà Cam đúng chúa tể nhạc ballad, bà hoàng lyrics kẻ hủy diệt nỗi buồn cái bài j mà nó da diết nó xé tận tâm can... 4 câu pre chorus mà:
thế gian từng gọi ta là hai kẻ liều vì yêu
có mấy ai hiểu ta đã trải qua bao nhiêu?
những cảm xúc này chẳng cần ai đến và soi chiếu
chứng giám cho cuộc tình chỉ cần có hai chúng mình
má ơi lun bữa đó nghe replay cả 1 ngàyyy!!! stream lội ngược dòng đi cả nhà e thích bài đó dữ dội vô cùng tận. top 2 là trời sao của 52Hz nhé, nó disney mà nó bùn sao sao á 😭 các top 3 là người đầu tiên với dương gian (tiện đây nói lun tui ship Mansun MoonSan nữa cả lò ạ Juky San top bèo hường bên ngoài bên trong mạnh mẽ x Lamoon bèo full =)))) cúp le màu hường cute hột me trong sáng kkk)
rant sơ sơ dị hoi chớ mới coi tới Livestage 4 chưa tới solo nữa, đến với em xinh do Maiquinn là chính + mấy con quỷ bạn nó hát nhạc em xinh hay quá thế là phải coi 😭😭 bê đê sẵn nên đúng nền văn minh hẹ hẹ chớ anh trai say hi thì có năn nỉ cx k coi nguyên show chỉ nghe nhạc hoi
anw!!! cảm ơn mn (chả biết có ai rảnh mà đọc k) đã đọc tới đây! nếu mn cx có coi em xinh thì yap với Lind nha tui thíc thoại với mn lắm ak 🥺 bái bai
currently going out for an overnight study session with my friends but I can't stop thinking about spending time cramming school/office works with your girlfriend instead... 🥺
Disclaimer: not proof read, written on a whim so maybe OOC, suggestive themes, modern!AU
when you ask HIMEKO if the two of you could stay up until morning together she thought for a second if you wanted something else. before she refuses you because she, just like you, has so many works related to the express to do tonight, you quickly explain that you want to sit in the same room and work with her. the navigator's face blushes so hard that it almost matches the color of her hair. HIMEKO apologizes for thinking about such inappropriate things like that, then goes to fetch you two some coffee - the exact kind of blend that will leave your tastebud numb for the next few days. but hey, at least it keeps you and your girlfriend awake and finishes your works on time! from then on night-owling with HIMEKO becomes a somewhat bonding activity. it would so funny when the two of you plan it front of others.
"again tonight, darling? wasn't last night enough for you?" Dan Heng chokes on his drink as HIMEKO nonchalantly speaks, not paying attention to how improper her sentence is. his eyes dart to your expression, tiredness paints your face with dark bags visible underneath unfocused eyes; then to the red head who bears the same facial feature. he clears his throat, subtly hinting that there are still people around and can hear this awkward conversation.
"yeah... it was rough, but I wasn't able to finish-" you are cut off mid-sentence as Dan Heng slams his palms against the table, startling the two of you as well as March and Stelle chatting on the corner of the shared kitchen. you're going to scold him for bad manners but HIMEKO holds you down, face flushes in an adorable shade of pink. only until then do you realize the unintentional innuendo behind your words…
rating: 9.5/10. legit partner who (occasionally) also suffers extreme workloads and is used to stay overnight
although CONSTANCE cherishes every moment with you, she cannot risk her beauty sleep watching you work. the first time you asked if she wanted to stay up late with you, she didn't think about anything but intimacy. the poor woman pouted for the whole night when you pulled out your laptop and locked in, not even bother to look at her laying half naked on bed wearing seductive lingerie. she tried to keep up with you by reading some books, scrolling through social media and even took a light nap. CONSTANCE gave up when the clock strike 4, deciding to punish you later after she got a proper rest.
(she couldn't, because you were dead asleep beside her when morning came. you looked so exhausted even in your slumber that it made her heart twist. Constance caressed your face, placed a soft kiss on your forehead and cuddled you tightly afterwards until you woke up)
as a result, whenever you want to spend all night doing works, CONSTANCE will at least try to coddle you to sleep instead. her methods vary from constantly poking your face, whispering pleas in your ears to forcefully dragging you to bed. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. your girlfriend never back down without making a fuss.
"darling, these hideous papers surely can be dealed with in the morning, can they not? you wouldn't be so cruel o leave a damsel in distress all alone on the cold, empty bed, would you?" CONSTANCE's honeyed voice breaks your train of thoughts, you turn your attention to her with a sorry smile. a soft kiss is placed on the cherry chapstick lips, and you relish in her comforting scent before pulling away, urging her to bed.
"I'm so sorry, but the deadline is due in 8 hours so I have to finish it tonight. I'll make up to you later"
"at least move to bed?" you simply cannot resist your girlfriend adorable pleading eyes, so you recluctantly agree and bring your laptop on your shared bed. CONSTANCE smiled in triumph, hugging your lower body which is not occupied and drift off to sleep. she knows that, using this tactic called body warmth, you will ditch your work and succumb to the tempting dreamland alongside her soon.
rating: 5/10. you will get your work done if she allows, otherwise just do it tomorrow
ROSALYNE gets so offended when you refuse to go to bed. who are you to deny her, the Eighth Harbinger of Tsaritsa? first, she will ouright scold you for the unprofessional work-life balance; but after a few minutes of you not moving from the computer screen, she knows she has to delve into the root of this problem.
if you're working for her directly, then as a high ranking individual, rescheduling a report or two so that you can rest isn't a difficult task. she won't take no for an answer, even if her actions would cause some unnecessary drama of you being her favourable employee, but she only cares less about trivia matters like that. if you're under other Harbinger's employment, however, she will personally have a word with them, saying how disadvantageous it would get if their juniors are worked to the bones. either way, she only wants what's best for you; she doesn't say it out loud, but seeing you not taking care of yourself saddens her greatly.
on extreme rare occasions that you have to stay up all night no execptions, ROSALYNE always makes sure that the room is filled with expensive incense that helps relax your mind; she brings water, snacks or anything you'll need and leaves them on the counter near your table in case you're in need of a quick recharge. she places countless kisses on your cheeks, your lips, your neck before going to sleep as an unspoken encouragement. and don't even bother to ask her to stay up with you, she needs her sleep for working so hard during the day.
"I wish I'm at least 10% as smart as you, ROSALYNE, these numbers are driving me insane!" you sigh in desperation, eyes switching between tabs as you read the instructions to understand this horrific report. you wish to close the stupid laptop and climb to bed with your lovely girlfriend, but if you don't get this done by tomorrow, the probability of losing your job will be one step closer.
ROSALYNE hums, her hand scratching your hair absentmindedly. if it were her, this lame report would be done in half an hour; however, in comparison, her little girlfriend who has less experience in this field has been struggled with it for 3 hours, and now it's their bed time. despite the temptation to sweep you away from hunching over the desk, ROSALYNE knows it's for your own good to figure this out on your own. you only have… 5 more papers to complete, surely you can handle, right?
"how about this, love" she leans over, purposely letting her soft breasts brush against your back then whispers, voice low and husky, "if you complete all of them before morning comes, I will reward you handsomely. maybe let you have a day off, tied to the bed while-" you quickly stop her before she can finish her sentence. she smirks when your face is flushed with a mixed of emotions: embarrassment, arousal, and determination. she struts to bed shortly afterwards, already thinking about the rewards several hours later.
rating: 2/10. definite won't stay up with you, but always makes sure you're comfortable while doing your work
spent 30-minute breaks to write about fictional women instead of resting, then spent 15 minutes to edit layout and stuff mmhmm what a productive night...! jk I'm almost done with school works I can't wait to eep... have a great day/night and tysm for reading 🥰
I'm going through statistics numbers in a research paper that I need to present and I DON'T UNDERSTAND A THING HELP
anw I think Himeko would be the perfect candidate for u to ask if you're stuck on statistics... she guides you slowly and thoroughly on each number, patiently answers your questions even if they're the most basic ones. pls don't be embarrassed and think you're stupid compared to her 🥺 in her eyes, the fact she knows these things and can help you brings her the biggest satisfaction and ups her egos so much because in Himeko's eyes, her lover is trying so hard to study and that alone is admirable enough!!!
still, she can't help but flick your head when you're stuck on the same number for the third time because you're busy staring at her boobs or drowsing listening to her voice instead of studying. Himeko would scold you (affectionately) then encourage you to finish this chapter and she'll reward you ;) if that doesn't motivate you idk what will lol
some other women who I think would be the best at statistics are:
genshin: Lisa (good at anything tbh), La Signora (probably went thru 1 or 2 courses back at the akademiya), Ningguang (she's running a whole capitalistic system), Zibai, Layla, Nefer,...
hsr: Silver Wolf (she can hack shits I just know she has to understand partd of stats), Bronya (excellent teacher), Serval, Yukong, Hanya, Yao Guang, Fu Xuan (matrix and probabilities bla bla bla), Constance (she picks up that hellish subject for fun), Jade, Topaz, Pearl, Hyacine, Castorice (they survived the Groove), Aglaea (same as Ningguang, running the whole damn Okhema), Tribios, Cerydra,...
ptn: Chameleon, Iron, Anne, Uni (they survived med school), Nightingale, Eirene (she spent 24 hrs 7 days a week explaining everything related to stats + economics to you), ...
probs there are more but my brain stop functioning hhnnghh I luv smart women pls come save me.... raise hand ✋️ if u need a hot pretty woman to teach u statistics
Disclaimer: NSFW, use of aphrodisiac, (maybe) dubious consent, cunnilingus, brief dom/sub undertones
"is it true that this chocolate is safe? because as much as I want to believe you, darling, your... demeanor haven't been so convincing for the past few minutes"
your scrutinizing eyes skim through every surface of the black and white piece of dessert. to be fair, the decoration is quite adorable, Constance really took into account your reference for cute little things and transformed it into a thoughtful gift in Valentine's Day. there is a lovely golden ribbon settled in the middle of the box to complement the simple monochrome wrapping paper, alongside of elegant cursive letters of your name which no doubt belonged to her handwriting. inside, six heart-shaped chocolate pieces seat neatly, each of them has different decor pattern: spade, representing the shape of her tail; flowers, one of your signature and the other her dahlia; a cupid arrow shot through heart; and two calligraphy capitals of your names.
you still recall the surprise, coupled with amusement when you opened your apartment door and found the infamous Dahlia whom the Trailblazer from the Astral Express warned you about standing confidently, hands holding a grand bouquet of your favorite flowers as well as a small, lovely box of handmade chocolate.
in your opinion, the thought of eating anything related to Constance will result in two scenarios. one, it will be one of the most satisfying experience, given her quirky nature of having expertise in random fields (you watched in awe as she skillfully crafted a complex origami after one look at the tutorial) and if not, her strange obsession to please you would also strive her to perfectionate everything. this scenario, of course, will make your heart swoon in affection, then inevitably lead to steamy, romantic sex for the rest of the day.
the second scenario, or the other unfortunate one, will cause you to become safely poisoned (in some way or another, you realized Constance never harm you physically). your brain flashback to the one time the demon fed you some kind of substance-induced candy only to transform into a feline-hybrid. needless to say, despite the desperation and plead in her apologies, Constance was banned from your bed for a whole month.
so, when you see the familiar mischievous curl of her lips and continuous sways of her black tail, the probability of the latter scenario already outweigh any good intentions she has. but the moment you reluctantly refuse to eat them, your stupidly cute girlfriend has to give you the most watery, wet puppy eyes ever with her faux disappointed voice: "you don't like the gift I spent the whole night before to make...?", your brain automatically shut down any rational thoughts. well screw it, it's just a chocolate, what could possibly go wrong to the point your life's threatened?
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you should really think twice before trusting a greedy demon who swallowed nihilism for fun, because thirty minutes after one bite of that damn aphrodisiac chocolate, you are currently half laying on the couch, legs spread with Constance bobbing her head up and down between them. you cannot control your high-pitched voice, cannot even control any limbs on your body to push her away from devouring your pussy; as if you unconsciously already gave Constance permission to do that instead. control, whether mentally or physically, is what she excels in; and right now she's moving your body like a puppeteer with their darling plaything.
"have you noticed that, dear," she talks between licks, lips shine with a mix of her own saliva and your arousal, "although I swallowed the other half of your assumed inappropriately drugged chocolate, my body is still perfectly normal?". she places an audible kiss on your clit and earned a welcoming scream from you, then rises her head high enough to make eye-contact. she pouts: "have you ever considered the possibility that your body simply yearned to be pleasured by me, rather than blaming my thoughtful Valentine's gift? after all the effort and love I put into these chocolates, my girlfriend doesn't even acknowledge it. how sad..."
Constance's hand squeezed your cunt hard as you shake your head, enjoying the ambrosia oozing out from your fluttering folds. her pout doesn't remain for long when your hips thrust up involuntarily, an action which contrasts your previous denial so much that she cannot help but chuckle. a slap is delivered to momentarily satisfy the burning ache in your groin, and whine in protest.
"should I punish you for mistreating my gifts, dear? or should I stop and leave you bare like this, all desperate and horny... hm, can you choose for me, my love?" as if emphasizing her words, she inserts two long, slender fingers inside your hole, curling in the right spots that make you see stars only to retrieve them seconds before your long-awaited climax.
"n-no... please Constance-" your whine is cut short when she slaps your sensitive cunt again, this time with a little more force; and the extra pain only aided the burning desire underneath. it takes several seconds for your lust-filled mind to register her disappointed tsk, several more to realize the suggestive innuendo- no, more like an unspoken command for your obedience. any dignity thrown away when your dry throat stutters out a shaky, barely full sentence:
"d-don't stop Constance, please… punish me, use me, fuck me- any way you like, just p-please don't stop…!" you don't need to look at her to capture how her violet eyes brighten up dangerously, how her tattooed tongue darts out to lick her lips like a predator contemplating whether to devour its prey immediately or not. you don't need to look, because having your thighs hoisted up by a strong black tail until they're eye-level is enough to understand your girlfriend's enthusiasm. Constance resumes her position on the apartment floor, but before you can voice your concern for her possible discomfort, a long, firm and thorough lick on your pussy sends your mind spiraling.
hearing the sound of your lovely moans only motivates her more. this time, Constance doesn't stop. she starts with the small bundle of nerves, giving it plenty of attention by swirling her fleshy muscle around in circles, then licking up and down until you can only utter broken pleas and syllables of her name. one of her hands scrambles on the soft cushions to find your own, intertwining them in such affectionate manner that you can't help but melt. the other one slide its slender fingers into your gaping hole, two to be exact, and you arch your back deliciously at the sudden intrusion.
it only takes another minute and a half when that familiar burning need for release to appear again. Constance coos softly, hot breaths fanning your stimulated clit as she doubles her effort; then, with another three more thrusts and one curl on your g-spot, spurts of cum splash onto her satisfied face. your voice has long become hoarse from screaming too much, so you can only stops her ministrations by whining small, exhausted pleas. she releases your clit with an audible 'pop'.
"absolutely delightful, dear. I hope you're not that tired, since there are still, well, five pieces left. and of course my good, obedient girlfriend doesn't intend to waste any of them, does she?"
waaaa happy very belated Valentine's days (❁´◡`❁) I genuinely didn't plan to write anything at all but staying at home doing nothing during lunar new year (Tết in particular lol) somehow urges me to open my laptop... anw!!!! this year's Valentine's art is so hshshsh mmhnn my pookie Constance and Agy (≧▽≦)
I hope you enjoy reading this since it's been a while since I wrote NSFW, and to say my writing skill has become rusty is underrated urrghhh... I also plan to change my theme for 2026 too, before uni starts again TT born to write wlw forced to write essays
