Pantalone x afab!reader blurb (6.6 spoilers ahead, you've been warned)
MDNI
Filthy, wanton, lustful, unconcerned whores. That's exactly what you and your lover were.
The two chairs had been rearranged to face one another, pushed together until the cushions touched on either side to form a makeshift chaise, one capable of supporting two bodies. The scale on the small table to the side tipped ever so slightly with the weight of a single mora, carrying the heavy implications of what concerned the outside. But not you. Not him.
The plush material of the chair absorbed another long, deep, unrestrained sound from deep in your chest. Feofan's hands were all over you, anchoring your hips between his hands, running up your spine, down to your ankles while his tongue lapped all the way up from your clit to your ass, hot breath making your toes curl.
Your back ached insistently from the arch it'd been bent into for so long now. Saliva and slick coated your inner thighs nearly down to the knee, wet and sticky and telling. Your legs wobbled with the exertion of holding yourself up in this position so long, for he simply couldn't seem to get enough of devouring you just one, not even twice.
His nose nudged the pulsing, dripping hole that ached desperately to be filled. Just his tongue alone would never be enough to sate the burning starvation for touch that he'd been so cruel to initiate. Every weak call of his name off of your lips was met with a vibration against your cunt, a low chuckle of someone who was playing a cruel, cruel game with you. And then, there were the crueler vibrations of a man holding casual conversation while peeling you apart until there was nothing left to conceal.
"I consider sound bookkeeping a matter of principle."
Each syllable was your rapture as much as it was your undoing. Feofan hadn't the decorum to part his lips from between your legs to properly converse with his colleague, whose presence echoed though the Sanctuary around you. Oh, how you'd hoped he could not see you. The stirring in your pussy betrayed your mind's disapproval.
"Do not forget that you only live to see this day thanks to me. In fact, every day of your life since you met me, you've been living on borrowed time."
Dottore was a madman for what he still pursued even now, you thought. Still, the Regrator was insistent about honoring his wishes since his untimely departure. It seemed that this was not a mere score to be settled. Whatever happened to your Feofan after this, it wasn't clear just yet.
Before he could respond, your orgasm made itself known with a cry of ecstasy tearing from you suddenly, lifting your head from the cushion of the chair. Just a flick of this man's fingers could ruin you like this, covered in an embarrassing amount of your pure want. Oh, how your whole body burned with humiliation. Humiliation, or perhaps the goosebumps of being displayed.
"Enjoying your reprieve, Pantalone?""
Dottore could do well to mind his own business. Nevermind that, you weren't exactly an unknown variable here.
Feofan rose, a hand braced on the plush of your ass as his back straightened out. His coat fell from his shoulders to the floor beside the two of you, and a throaty chuckle echoed through the space. Ringed fingers tugged his belt loose, fabric rustling and falling away from his v-line and hips, down, down, down. Gods help you.
boss!pantalone x maid f!reader. 18+ minors dni. ⌗ breeding kink, bit of voyeurism, just horny thoughts for pantalone honestly. >__< (notes at the end.)
♡ okay but pantalone as your overworked boss who uses you for his own satisfaction!! :( you’ve been serving under him as a loyal maid – lucky for you, he decided to pick you up on the cold streets of snezhnaya. you were on the verge from dying of cold, from being starved. until this man changed your whole entire life, picking you up from the streets like you were just some stray cat. originally he would’ve turned you into the house of the heart, but why would he do that? in the first place he doesn’t even usually care, but he sees something in you. at least you have a purpose when it comes to him and in his eyes, you make an attractive ornament on his desk.
boss!pantalone who uses you for his own pleasure, every night after an irritating day dealing with commoners–and money. you just know what to do the moment he enters his own office where you just stand or sit around prettily there, the other maids are always jealous of you. were you actually a maid or just a pretty doll whose job is just to stand around his office? you would often ask pantalone to give you a task or to help the other maids but unfortunately, he would just shrug it off with a chuckle. you want him to give you a task, you say? but it would always end up with you on your knees as you suck him off prettily, soon enough your throat would be full of his seed as he praises you for doing a good job.
boss!pantalone who hates to see you get dirty, he would always often buy you pretty clothes, dresses or anything you ask for! even pretty lingerie sets. as always, everything’s gonna get expensive. you want those pretty necklaces? you can get it. you want those cute mary jane shoes? of course! he would buy you everything. he would like to see you dress up for him, he would even ask you to do a show for him in the bedroom you two share. do a little spin in front of him with that cute dress he bought for you, look pretty, be a doll for him. but don’t whine when the dress gets ruined, because soon enough you would be a writhing mess under him and the only reason why he wants you to be pretty is because he think it’s more fun to ruin pretty things, until you’re crying, sobbing and a writhing begging mess for him. (he would buy you a new one if you really liked it, don’t worry.)
boss!pantalone who would often bring you to his personal meetings with the harbingers–or with his underlings, they all find you pretty, of course. but one time–one of the fatui agents had made a mistake just by looking at you as if he’s undressing you with those eyes. and the next moment, he’s tied up in front of you two on his knees as you sit on pantalone’s lap with your legs wide open as his delicate fingers, knuckles deep inside your pussy making you cum on his fingers, plus points if he made you squirt! after all, the main goal was to give the agent a show of how good you are and that he will never have the chance to touch you. it was pantalone’s own way of punishing, but soon enough, the agent would be turned into one of dottore’s lab rats.
boss!pantalone who would sometimes see you hanging around with the kids of the house of the heart, he thinks it’s cute. the way you giggle around them, the way you randomly give them candies, and the way you actually let one of those kids sit on your lap as you tell them some fairy tales stories. one of the kids would even ask him personally of how you’re doing and why you haven’t paid them a visit yet. he thinks it’s lovely to see you around them. and as far as he can remember, you don’t even mention to him how much you love kids, is it because they see you as a sister figure or a mother? but in the end, pantalone would end up having these thoughts to breed you, to pump you full of his little pups inside your womb. he didn’t even think about this before but something awakened inside him, a usual fuck would fix this for him, right? but it didn’t. the thought of seeing you with a swollen belly around him, in your maid outfit–or any dress that he bought for you, he just can’t help it. soon enough you’d be pinned down on the bed, as he fucks you rough! you have no idea why he’s being rough. but he just aims to breed you, to cum inside your tight cunt until you’re leaking :( he would watch your cute little cunt as you can’t handle it to keep it in you anymore. but don’t worry! he’ll just fuck you as many times as he can, until he’s sure you’re fully bred to the point the only thing inside your tummy is his cum.
whew that was long.. tbh this is just me yapping & being freaky about pantalone >__< need this man playable already!!!! it's the voices telling him he has a breeding kink its ok. after the leaks of the voicelines about him, i love that he's a certified yapper :3!! (me too mr pants..) need this man to talk right next to my ear as he fingers me AHSHFSFHJSHF as always asks or reqs are open!! if you have any hcs, i'd like to hear about them please ^__^ most of my posts aren't proofread, so forgive me i just rawdog my way out of it ok ^u^)9
a/n: i love wrio's design sb omgomgomg. also pls ignore how janky wrio's icon looks compared to pantalones :(
Pantalone
dad!pantalone, who can't help himself but laugh when his little girl tries to wear his glasses.
"why, look at you." pantalone coo's, finger gently tickling his two year olds stomach while she tries to fit his seemingly oversized glasses onto her small framed face. "just like daddy, aren't you?"
dad!pantalone, who's ever so gentle with his little girl.
dad!pantalone, who buys his little one everything she could ever want.
walking beside pantalone, his little girl wobbles slightly from her thick bubble coat keeping her warm in the harsh winter. they pass a store, and the small girl stops for a moment, noticing a toy through the glass. "daddy?" she calls, pointing at the glass as she waits for her father to crouch down, matching her eyesight. "can i have one?" she asks sweetly, eyes going wide. pantalone smiles, "of course, darling."
dad!pantalone, who lets his teenage girl do his nails and makeup.
dad!pantalone, who laughs to see himself reflected in his teenage girl's personality.
dad!pantalone, who compares his girls baby pictures to her now, smiling when he notices she hasn't changed a bit.
walking down the corridors of his home, pantalone smiled as he saw picture frame after picture frame of his little girl, years seemingly passing in a flash. though, with closer observation, he notices her face hasn't changed a bit - perhaps a newer birth mark, but nothing else. "dad?" he hears her voice. "what're you doing?" she questions. pantalone cocks his head slightly, smiling. "nothing - you just look the exact same in the face." he tells her, lightly tapping her nose in a playful manner.
Wriothesley
dad!wrio, who loves to help his toddler play with her little toys.
"daddy." he hears his little girl call for him, pulling at his index finger for his attention. wrio looks down, noticing her pointing at her dolls and doll house spread across the living room floor, pieces no longer where they were supposed to be. "help me, please." she asks politely.
dad!wrio, who adores it when his little girl curls into a ball in his arms late one night while watching a movie.
eating a handful of popcorn, wrio almost doesn't notice his little girl move the bowl to the table and instead places herself into his arms, face buried into his chest. wriothesley smiles softly, tightening his grasp around her smaller body as he continues to watch his movie.
dad!wrio, who smiles when his teenage girl still comes to him for help.
dad!wrio, who always lets his teenager do his hair whenever she deems fit.
dad!wrio, who always tries his best to model the man he hopes his little girl will fall for.
driving his teenager to her father-daughter dance, wriothesley pulls into the parking lot. "don't touch it." wriothesley tells his teenager, stopping her from touching the car door handle. "dad.." she groans before watching him get out of the car, walking to the other side and opening the door for her. "c'mon, let's go." he says, hand out to help her out.
dad!wrio, who feels his heart melt hearing his possessive toddler yell 'my daddy' for the hundredth time.
ayato: he loves to see your legs straddled as you face him, eyebrows scrunched up as his fat cock plunges against your sopping wet cunt, loves how your tits bounce when he whispers and demands you to try harder. “i don’t think we both are getting a release at that pace, my love,” loves pinching your nipples between his index finger and thumb, loving how you whimper and clench around him even more at that. “god— you are so needy, i love every second of it. do you ache for me that much, darling?” when he sees you are getting slightly exhausted, leaning your forehead against his shoulder; he switches positions slightly, holding your thighs up with just his palm, and railing you over and over until he finds your sweet spot, until he makes you tip off the edge, sobbing with pleasure.
itto: mmm, this man screams full nelson. he is big and buff, his long fingers wrap around your plush thighs perfectly, nails making just the right amount of indents as he thrusts inside your weeping hole, smirking at how your moans turn into screams. “gosh~ aww! you are soo little, just too fit (thrust) of a fuck hole (thrust) for me,” he loves how messed up, how surrendering it is for you. you can’t do anything except take it, like his champ! “fuuck~ look atcha~ milkin’ me like that, makin’ a run for my mora eh lil slut?” you whine and let your walls wrap around his cock, choking his veinny member until he groans out. “agh- fuck- god~ y’ wanna cum sweetheart? y’ wanna cum my lil babygirl? go ahead, make a mess over the one and oni, and i’ll fill you up until you can’t take it, kay? that’s a promise. you know i’m not the one to half-ass things babe? ;)”
dottore: listen. idk why 🤷🏻♀️ but i just feel like he loves to see you fuck yourself with a dildo just as his size while he is working. the sight of you naked, whimpering and moaning as it vibrates against you and kneeling down as the machine fucks you just right? idk -,-‘ just fits right. “sshh~ need to concentrate,” he smirks while putting the setting higher, watching your mouth agape at the feeling as you cup your mouth with your hands, trying your best to be obedient for him. “please- sir, i- wanna-” you whine, getting close to the edge again and watching the movements disappear. “no, don’t be filthy enough to cum with just anything, patience and i’ll reward you, got it?” and he does, with his own member shoved snug between your folds. ;)
pantalone: loves the cutesy and adorbs 🥰 position of the bench press :3 he loves shoving your legs up, locked beneath his arms as his cock hits all the right spots for you. “my god, angel. you sound breathtaking. come on, moan for me more, feel free to scream my name, okay? you are owned by the richest harbinger in snezhnaya. so put on a show for me darling,” he kisses your already sore nipples. (he likes to gently tug at em with his teeth okay?). he ensures you feel him deep, cockwarming you after making you cum and filling you up with his. he likes none of it to escape. “don’t you dare, let any of it go to waste. you got it sweetheart?” he gently; yet somehow intimidatingly cooes. you nod with a soft smile, blissful exhaustion all over your face as you hug him and cuddle him all night xx
childe: mirror sex, mirror fucking sex with doggy style. he loves to make you watch yourself, as your breasts jiggle with every thrust, just in front of the mirror. “god, you like that don’t you? like watching yourself? mm? why won’t you— you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, girlie,” he cooes, spanking your ass and tugging your hair. “look at that expression, you little painslut, do you like it that much huh?” his other, gloved hand is eager to stimulate your sensitive, swollen clit. (his fingeyz are LONG ok?) “mmngh~ childe- please! wan-” you are reduced to incoherent babbles, tears welling up your eyes from feeling oh so good. “go ahead lovely, go ahead my princess, come all over me,”
Modern au?? I need more primos :c (even though i have 7k+ primos saved up, YOU CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH) second highest voted in Dottore's Headcanons poll
Pantalone and Baizhu though, sus 🤔
What?? ahahahah. YOU’RE POOR IN GENSHIN??
Worry not, this smiling banker man will pay :D
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the massive amount of primogems coming your way to gamble more on genshin impact 😎
Sighing in frustration, you looked at your C20 Keqing.
“I swear this cat lady has a crush on me, she’s been coming to me for 20 times in a row.”
Boredly looking at her splash art, you clicked on the screen, the next thing being The Bell.
(mm, yes. my favorite.)
After clicking again, the screen returned back to the summoning page. 159 Primogems left?! The pain.
Suddenly, Pantalone’s head peeks out above your chair, cutely curious about what you were doing and playing.
“Oh? You have… 159 of this star currency?” He spoke in a hushed tone, “Do you possibly think that’s enough for the beloved of Regrator, dearest?”
Cue the spending and drowning in 1m+ primogems
We eat, shower, and shi primogems. it's a good time.
i was listening to the song salvatore by lana del rey and i got this image in my my head of going at a fatui ball and having pantalone and dottore fighting over you👀, so here it is:
Warnings:slight suggestive,gender-neutral reader.
You were invited to a fatui celebration and as a higher up of your nation you were obligated to go.The guards greeting you as they open the door for you as you step in the huge ball room with hundreds of guest dancing to the sound of music with their partners but unlike you,you were all alone and with no date,so what better way to drown your sorrow and jealousy than to go to the bar ,you always wanted to try snesznaya’s special drink,firewater,as it was a strong beverege as some have described it,so it would do you just perfect in your case.
walking slowly to the bar,you noticed someone, a man marching towards your direction as he came closer to your field of view,immediatly realizing who it was,number nine of the fatui harbingers also know as pantalone.
‘‘Greetings....you must be Mr/Mrs Y/n,i’m glad you were able to join us,im pantalone,its truly a pleasure meeting you up close’‘leaning down a bit and taking a hold of your hand,pressing his lips against the front of it to kiss it,introducing himself in the process.
‘‘would you like to have this dance with me’‘he said,you nod in agreement as he went behind you,guiding you to the dance floor,his hands barely touching you,one hand touching your own while the other touched your waist,a bushful expression started to form on your face,as you felt like you were being set on fire as you looked up at the tall man that you were now dancing with.
As you enjoy your dance with pantalone,all of a sudden a man approached the two of you,now both you and pantalone turned to look at said man,from what you saw ,pantalone’s mouth twitched a bit in annoyance upon seeing who it was but immediatly returning to his usual soft smile not wanting to show that it bothered him.
‘‘Dottore,dont you have research to attend to?’‘pantalone said looking at the man,annoyance still in his voice.
‘‘I heard we have an important guest from another nation and of course,it would be rude not to introduce myself’‘he said,pulling you swiftly out of pantalone’s embrace to shake your hand.
‘‘Ah~You must be Mr/Mrs Y/n!im glad we are able to meet up close finally’‘dottore said now taking you all to himself and away from pantalone completly.
‘‘Did no one taught you how to share Dottore’‘pantalone exclaimed,even though he was smiling his annoyed tone said everything that needed to be said.You were squeezed between the two men as their silent rivaly became more obvious as both of them started to fight over you in subtle way on who deserves to take your hand to dance.
‘’how about this Dottore we take our ‘’guest’’ somewhere else.....and finish our rivaly once and for all hmm~,what do you think?’’pantalone asked turning to look at you for approval,his usual soft smile turning into a mischievious one,giving you small hints of what he had in mind.
With both you and Dottore nodding in agreement,the two men guiding you to a room the was upstairs,you really didnt know what you just got yourself into the only thing you knew was that you will not be able to walk for days.
Oh lia, won’t you please write about getting pantalone’s gloves all messy because reader was being a little brat all day and he has her across his lap? and of course the spanking~
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i'm not even exaggerating i was giggling and tossing around on my bed when i got this request dkhfndhfndhfj also i'm sorry if this is kinda a flop I NEED TO WRITE MORE ugh
warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), pantalone x fem!reader, slight and i mean SLIGHT childe x reader, dom!pantalone, pantalone is mean, fingering, orgasm denial, degradation (he called you so many things i lost track)
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you could hear him tutting behind you, you could only imagine what his expression was behind you — with his little look of disapproval. his gloves were cold, but it was nothing compared to the metal rings he wore on his fingers. slender fingers rub gentle circles on your inner thigh as you try your best to stay put, he had your upper body laying down on his lap while also being on your knees as he sat comfortably on his arm chair.
it was unfair really, he had you lie down on him — completely naked — one strong hand holding you down so you wouldn’t move, while pantalone himself was fully clothed, even his gloves were still intact to him.
“one night, darling,” he paused, his hand sliding further up to your bare ass, albeit slowly, “one night is all i ask for you to behave, and you can’t even fulfil that.” he sighed, your body slightly jolting as his cold hand rested against your ass, you felt incredibly bare out of a sudden, but you didn’t dare to complain — too scared that it would annoy him. you pissed him off enough. “in front of everyone else too, you’ve put shame on my name, you know that?” you let out a shocked gasp when you felt his hand giving your ass a harsh slap.
“what’s wrong? don’t like it?” he asked, feigning concern for your wellbeing. you didn’t answer, your eyes remained glued to the wall in front of you. you knew you had gone a little too far at his dinner party, purposely dancing and getting touchy with his colleagues in front of him. sure, you wanted his attention so badly, but you didn’t expect him to be so furious at the sight of you and — what was his name again? — childe? dancing together. it wasn’t even intimate, but who knew childe would be pantalone’s limit.
another harsh slap landed on your ass again, you let out a yelp, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from whining as you knew he wouldn’t like it. “i asked you a question, y/n. or have you turned into a dumb little whore for that pathetic man?” his free hand grabbed you by your hair, forcing your back to arch against him. your nipples slightly grazing over his thigh. “n-no… it hurts,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper. “it hurts?” he scoffed, his grip on your hair tightened. you let out a soft moan that you wished he didn’t hear.
without warning, pantalone inserted two fingers into your cunt, the cold metal of his ring hitting your walls just slightly, but enough to let a louder moan out of you — “there we go, let me hear your moans, darling, don’t be so shy.” he was pleased to hear you moan, your sweet, sweet voice, moaning just for him. it felt like an achievement for him somehow. “you’re so wet, love, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? how could you lie to me?” he asked, removing his fingers from your cunt, making you clench around nothing. you wanted to move back to grind against them, but he held you in place.
he brought his fingers to your face for you to look, your slick glistened against the dark colours of his gloves. “answer.” he commanded, and you immediately shook your head as much as he allowed you through the grip he had on your hair. “i-i swear! i would never lie to you,” you said, you moved your head slightly to look him in the eyes, to let him know that you were being truthful.
the way your eyes lit up as he looked at you earned yourself a small smile from him, even in the midst of his anger, he couldn’t resist how adorable you look like whenever you give him that pleading look of yours.
“then…” he trailed off, eyeing the curves of your naked body, “since this isn’t enjoyable for you, i’d better not see you cum.” you were confused with his order at first, but the confusion immediately went away when you felt his fingers shoving deep inside your cunt, and the cold metal rings once again brushing against your sensitive walls. you bit your lips to prevent yourself from moaning, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying this after all.
he spread his fingers slowly in you, stretching you out but with a pace so slow you wished you could just fuck yourself on his fingers. you could hear him humming as he pulled his fingers all the way out, the metal once again grazing against you, making your back arch against him, pantalone gave you a knowing look, his fingers then being shoved, knuckles deep inside you.
your eyes shut closed as you made do with the amount of friction he allowed you to feel, it wasn’t what you wanted — what you needed — but it wasn’t frustrating. his long fingers were hitting deep in you that you could only wish you were able to hit with your own fingers. pantalone would feel nice once in a while as he curled his fingers in your cunt, hitting the spongy spot that made you call out his name in pleasure.
“you like that, darling?” he asked, curling his fingers once again, you let out a helpless moan, nodding your head, “yes, yes, fuck, it feels so good,” you blabbered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. he quickened his pace, not forgetting to insert in a third finger into your already stuffed cunt. you whined, gripping the end of the armchair for support.
the feeling of his gloved fingers buried so deep in your cunt made your head spin, it made you forget entirely just how displeased he was with you mere minutes ago. your hips started grinding against his fingers for more friction, you didn’t care how needy you looked in his eyes, you were just so desperate for him. pantalone let you enjoy yourself, watching how you desperately fuck yourself against his fingers. to say the very least, it amused him.
“mm, don’t stop, sweetheart,” he grunted, helping you out as he increased his pace again, pulling his fingers out before shoving them knuckles deep in you in a split second, his fingers grazing against your sloppy cunt so nicely. his thumb rubbed against your clit gently at first, but it only lasted for a second before he started rubbing harsh circles onto it, forcing a squeal out of you as you quickly realised it was all too much for you to handle.
your body jolted from how sensitive you felt from his fingers absolutely ruining you, ultimately making you stop moving as you tried to focus on handling all the stimulation pantalone was giving you. your movements halting didn’t go unnoticed by him, there was a smirk on his face as he realised you were getting close. “you’re close, aren’t you?” he whispered, there was malice in his intonation, but your head was so clouded that all you could do was be honest with him. nodding your head to him as you desperately try to look at him.
his fingers were pressing against the spot that you needed him most multiple times that your eyes started to roll back, your head solely focusing on how good he was fucking you with just his fingers. the inconsistency of his pace as his thumb rubbed against your clit, and how he was harshly shoving all three fingers into your cunt before pulling them all the way out just to shove them in again, you were in a trance.
“god, i-” you choked out, tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, “i’m so close, i’m– i’m gonna cum!” you exclaimed, your back arching, your eyes rolling back as you desperately gripped onto the armchair for support.
then, you felt his fingers stopping. you didn’t even have the time to process what had happened before a hard slap landed on your ass again, leaving a croaked gasp out of you. and again, you hear pantalone tutting behind you. before you could even say anything, another slap landed on the same spot, making you cry out.
“you bratty bitch,” he paused, and then another slap. “lying to me, breaking promises,” another slap, “dancing with tartaglia – of all people.” slap, “i’m disappointed in you.” he sighed, followed by another slap, you couldn’t handle it anymore, the sting was too much for you as tears started streaming down your face, one hand tried to weakly hold his hand still. “p-please, no more…” your voice meek as you tried to pathetically beg.
pantalone grabbed your wrist before swatting it away, “quiet.” his voice was stern, “it h-hurts,” you sobbed as you felt him gently caress your ass at the spot where it stung the most. but before you could even begin to appreciate his gentleness, he gave you another harsh slap. you cried out his name, apologising over and over again. his spankings were unbearably strong, he really was angry with you. “i said quiet, you brat.” and another slap.
“you tell me to stop, yet you yourself aren’t tapping out.” he muttered, his palm leaving your bare ass and back to your cunt, a finger flicking you from your hole to your clit, making you gasp. “you tell me to stop, yet you proceed to make my glove messy from how wet you’ve gotten from the spankings alone.” pantalone brought his fingers to your view once again, this time to taunt you.
he caressed your cheek suddenly, and lovingly. your face instinctively gave in to his touch, “since you love acting like a slut, how about i record you for tartaglia to see, hmm?” he had an evil smile on him, and you knew he meant what he was saying. “you’d love for him to see how much of a needy bitch you are, wouldn’t you?” he continued.
you shook your head, your eyes watering again, “no, please, i only want you,” you choked out; it was the truth this time. you meant every word. pantalone didn’t quite care about what you had to say — hell, he was already getting hard from the thought of humiliating you.
he got you off of his lap, his hand travelled down to his pants, unzipping it to take it off, “we’ll see.” he smiled. your body was sore from the spanks he gave you — but seeing just how hard his cock was, you knew pantalone wouldn’t care. “if you please me good enough, i’ll reconsider sending this to tartaglia.” he gave you a smile, patting your cheek.
✦ warning: dark content, 18+ content, minors do not interact
✦ disclaimer: gn!reader, yandere, manipulation, financial manipulation, implied stalking, power imbalances, pantalone uses "songbird" "darling" "doll", reader is a jazz singer in fontaine, may not be lore accurate to fontaine/liyue, morax x guizhong stuff,unedited
Your eyes dulled looking at the red curtain hiding your gaze from the audience. The feeling of shame and disappointment rushing through you. Your nails buried into the pulpy flesh on your hands, lips tugging your lip. Oh, how you were tired of the hustle of downtown. The number of people you had seen shooting up in the park you once adored as a child was astounding. People didn’t flinch if they saw a dead body in an alleyway. Your eyes always saw those bloodstains on the concrete walking around in the area—everyone around you so desperate to forget. This place was the no man’s land no hero would come to.
Your hand shifted to the flower in your hair, gripping the plastic tightly. Things didn’t grow in the area anymore—the pollution from Fontaine’s growing industrial movement had tainted the natural life.
You had grown accustomed to the thick smog covering the area, filling your lungs with heavy toxic smoke. It wasn’t as though you could leave anymore—money was tight as it is when it wasn’t being scooped by the club owner you were singing for. It’s not like you could go work for most places anyway claiming people would think its a tourist spot since you’re a foreigner—bullshit like that.
“Hey doll, come on...we’re about to start. Stop daydreaming,” a familiar voice shouted. Your eyes snapped back, turning your head to the pianist. He clicked his tongue, clearly annoyed by your doeful expression. The cracks of his knuckles as he prepared to play caused you to turn back to the opening curtains. Once the curtains were pushed back, the bright spotlight illuminated on your skin.
Watchful eyes, looked upon your form as you steadied your microphone. It was as you expected—low-time criminals and crime bosses. Your eyes even settled by the copious amounts of Fatui in the audience. The foreigners had tried profiting from the slums of Fontaine.
You resisted the spiteful laugh in your chest. You were used to criminals coming in here. All the previous jazz partakers left once the crime edged up and the heroes did nothing about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you would’ve left too if you could.
“You had plenty money, 1922. You let other women make a fool of you…” you sang out to the crowd. You hated the stares—feeling the visitors undress you with your eyes. It was always so intense, never subtle. The intensity burns right through your skin.
“Why don't you do right, like some other men do?” you continued. Your eyes paused staring at two men within the club—a pair of blood-red eyes sneering upon your form, the other filled with an unreadable expression. The man with the amethyst glowing eyes winked, leaning into the table further—a smile creeping on his flawless pale face. Silver-rimmed glinted mischievously at you, his gaze solely on you.
The suit he was wearing told you everything you needed to know about him—he had mora and lots of it. He was a big-time criminal within the area. His associate, with baby blue long wavy hair, skin pale must be as well.
But with the copious amount of Fatui agents in here…it would be reasonable to assume that these two men were their bosses.
Were these the Harbingers that you’d heard about? You had heard the whispers throughout the streets of the Harbingers, so powerful they could rival some archons. No one who the members were or at least remained quiet on the subject. The name brought a chill to anyone within this area. It was said they had some of the most powerful connections—they can do anything, and no one would bat an eye.
“Get out of here, make me some money too,” you sang out. It didn’t matter who they were anyway. You didn’t need to get involved. Why would they be interested in a jazz singer in Fontaine anyway? You continued your song, trying not to feel the gaze of the two men. They felt much more intense than the rest of their eyes. If the patrons’ gazes were considered hot; these two men’s gazes were hellfire itself.
Once you finished your song, a roar of applause echoed through the room. You smiled, waving your hand out pretending as you liked it—pretending that the thrill of music hadn’t died when everything went to shit in this neighborhood. The curtains closed and you sighed, lips immediately formed in a tight line.
You headed to your dressing room and smiled. A glaze lily stood on your vanity mirror—a beautiful symbol of Liyue, whose sweet fragrance wafted through your room. Whenever you sang and returned, it would always be there greeting you. What was the most fascinating part is you could feel the softness of the petals. They were always real, just like your memories told you. You took the plastic rose off placing it beside the lily next to you, gazing at its ethereal beauty.
You’d always admired glaze lilies, hearing the stories of their origins of Liyue. It said that the archon’s beloved admired these flowers before she perished. As beautiful as they were, natural ones in the wild were rare. Liyue locals considered this flower as a symbol of eternal love but an unattainable one.
You suspected someone within the club had been doing this, not a lot of people had access to your dressing room anyway.
“Unattainable love...it doesn’t have to be that way,” you whispered out, petals brushing your lips. You had hoped this admirer was similar to you—dreaming of a different life. It was silly and made you feel like a child, but dreaming about being whisked away by someone you loved always struck a chord with you. It returned the innocence of childhood in your unhappy life.
BOOM
The sudden noise made you gasp, head shooting towards the direction of the noise. Your eyes narrowed towards the wardrobe, walking slowly to it. You weren’t a fool, an animal couldn’t make a noise like that.
“(Y/n)! Hurry up! Your shift is up. The next singer needs the dressing room,” a voice yelled out on the other side of the dressing room door. You sighed shouting a curt apology to the person, walking away from your wardrobe. You grabbed your black coat and covered your tight outfit with the lily in your hands as you walked out.
A cool breeze greeted you, walking into the night. It was relatively quiet out here as opposed to the loud club behind you. A sigh escaped your lips, a puff of visible air floating up. The clicks from your shoes echoed throughout the area, eyes scouring out for anything suspicious in the area. Taking another deep breath, you could feel your anxiety peaking into your system. Did that noise truly startle you that much?
“Well, well. It seems my night is getting better and better. I get to see my lovely little doll,” a deep chuckled echoed. Emerging from the shadows of the alleyway was the man from before, eyes closed to hide that intense look he once shared with you. His hands were placed in his pocket, a smirk dancing on his thin lips. You took a step back, eyebrows furrowing from his confession. He put his hands up, chuckling at your form.
“Aww, aren’t you adorable. Don’t worry...I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to talk to the star of the evening,” he responded. Your breaths began to pick up, shifting your body due to your discomfort. You’re eyes looked toward him, peaking at any sort of way to get out of talking to him. If your suspicions were correct and he was in the League, you were in danger.
“I’m sorry I really need to get home—” The man clicked his tongue, a half-laugh emitting from his lips.
“Ah, ah! In such a rush now? I figured you’d be a lot more respectful than this. I mean trying to anger Harbinger? I wonder how Dottore would react?” the man teased. Your eye blew wide, back straightening. The image of those red eyes reverberated in your mind. Was that him? The man walked closer, the clicks of his boot echoing out. He leaned down, gloved hand gently touching the skin on your face.
You wanted to throw up, you wanted to leave. How was this happening?
“...I thought you wanted to meet, huh? I mean I’ve given you that flower for the past few months, catching all of your shows. To hear you finally wanted to meet me, I mean how could I resist?” he whispered into your ear. A violent surge of disgust and rage surged through you as you pushed him away. He grunted taking a few steps back from your push before laughing. The laugh echoed as he put his hand on his face to try to calm himself.
“I didn’t know you also had a feisty side, doll. And to think, I didn’t think you could get cuter in my eyes,” he chuckled. You clenched your jaw, fist tightly formed in a ball.
“If you ever get close to me, I’m calling the police!” you shouted. The man clicked his tongue once more, playfully rolling his eyes.
“Yes, yes I’m sure they’ll be so eager to help, hm? They are seeing a generous donation from me though,” he cooed. Your scowled faltered as helplessness began settling in.
“Desperate times have fallen over many people in Fontaine. I don’t think even justice and triumph over mora. Besides, I’d hate to start off on a bad foot, you’re going to start seeing a lot more of me; I’m going to be your new boss anyway,” he confessed. All the anger left you, the feeling of fear replacing it. The man grabbed a pipe in his large pocket, as a Fatui agent emerged from the ground lighting the pipe with his glowing delusion. He sucked a breath in with a smile before blowing it out, finally opening his eyes once more as the agent disappeared.
He wasn’t smoking for the fun of it.
He was showing off the power he had over people.
Mora, something the God of Contracts, Morax, created. You wondered if he would care about the corruption that came from commerce. He could have people in the palm of his hands from just how much money he had over them. And now, you’d be no different—singing softly there, hoping he wouldn’t clasp his hands together and finally destroy you.
He took a quick drag of his pipe and exhaled the smoke. He lowered his eyes at you, satisfied by your expression.
“As much as I’d love to continue and spoil you a bit, as I’d love to buy you a new outfit for your show tomorrow…more colleague is probably growing listless in my absence. My best advice for you is never make Dottore wait long, that man has no patience,” he sighed with a chuckle, closing his eyes one more time. The mischief appearance he once had vanished to one of annoyance. He turned his back to you, showing off his long, wavy raven hair.
“My songbird, please refer to me as Pantalone. I expect you to remember it when I see you, again,” he announced. In front of him, a deep purple mist began forming a circle. Pantalone began to walk forward. He turned his head back, flashing a cruel grin before the amethyst mist left entirely.
You stood there alone body shaking. Your knees gave into fear, leaving you crashing onto the concrete sidewalk. You placed your hands onto your trembling face, sweat beginning to develop as tears dripped down your face.
Pantalone was the devil incarnate that you were so seduced by this whole time. You woke up from the innocent fairytale you hoped for, only to remember exactly where you were.
