#bottom genshin

[nonchalantfeminist]

Sub!Scaramouche x M!Reader ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི

“O—Oh~!! Hnng!” He moaned delectably as your ring and middle fingers both curled up into his gspot. “Stay quiet honey, would you want them hearing you moan like a little girl?” I deliberately said in a condescending tone, gripping his throat a little tight. “N-..fuck..y-!”

I grinned at his attempts at resisting and started rapidly curling my fingers up, fixated on the way his fluids drip down under his ass.

“Ha! Look at you making a mess all over my fingers.” You were relishing in his delicious chokes and moans. Noticing how his eyes started rolling back with tears streaming down, he was close.

Thrusting your fingers up even harder into his sweet spot caused him to arch his back while glaring at you. So cute!

Scara saw nothing but cloudiness in his vision as he squirted everywhere. “There it is~”

“Ungh! no m-more..” He says while panting like a dog. His red eyes looked so lewd from crying, you couldn’t stop your throbbing erection from leaking through your pants.

“Hm? Stop now? I still need to fill you up.”

[yanderebottomworld]

Well now I need a sexual continuation of the Kaveh with archon reader fic. Or headcanons. Whichever you feel like. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Okay (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) anon, I can get down with that- headcanons/vignettes it is! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Mentions of sexual content/NSFW so this is not the post to open in public, my friends. This content is intended for those 18 years and older due to aforementioned sexual content but also due to themes surrounding yandere content in general. l am once again hitting readers with my trusty "are you an adult" beam. It used to explode minors on the spot, but instead it just places them on my blocked list now! 😇

If YOU 🫵🏾🫵🏻🫵🏿🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏽 like what you are reading, don't hesitate to show some love on this please! Please!

A/N: I was listening to Miguel's Adorn You while writing this bc. CLASSIC BOP! It's funny because my writing for this account has been so much softer than I thought it would be (which isn't a complaint!). This request took a while to complete bc it was genuinely hard to choose exactly how sexual this would get (to my requesters pls help a guy out; a few more details when sending me requests would go a LONG way) I am TRYING ahaha 🫣😶‍🌫️🫸🏾🫷🏾

I also need you to know that I used formal language, so if it's not for you, make sure to request a "modern" reader in the future!

Companion piece to this (featuring romantic Yandere Kaveh x Male! Sumeru Archon Reader) is HERE.

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[Sexual] Yandere Kaveh x Male Archon Reader: Let My ❣️Love❣️ Adorn You

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What Happens After the Two of You Kiss That Night:

There's never an official discussion had, it's just understood that the two of you are together.

Kaveh works hard on maintaining your Shrines and Statues littered throughout Sumeru. Ever since you publicly acknowledged him at the Palace of Alcazarzay, scholars and mages alike rushed to create an official title recognizing Kaveh and his connection to you.

You spend your time visiting Kaveh and taking him places, showing him hidden splendors of Sumeru that only few still alive know about or get to enjoy. You two talk, and you get to know him on a level that feels even deeper than before. Kaveh tells you his ideas (they mainly involve crafting temples in your honor or statues of you) and also about other things. You two hold hands, you hug when the sun meets the sky, and very often you two will share kisses: soft, slow and sweet until you push Kaveh away because if you don't cut him off now he'll never stop.

He is now Kaveh, the "Highly Favored Light of Kshahrewar", which is more than correct, seeing as how you do have a soft spot in your heart for him. His fate is guaranteed to never have a bad day with you around, and you hope that it stays that way.

You ensure different flowers adorn his hair daily to show your favor as well. It's mainly for him, but this is also recognized by other Sumerans- they're smart and never comment too much. You accompany him sometimes while invisible to the others when he's working on a big project. It's fun, having someone else know you're there!

Being an archon is time consuming but ever since Dottore had left Sumeru, the largest of your concerns were greatly alleviated so you have time to spare on your hands. So you spend that time with Kaveh!

You and Kaveh have a wonderful time together. Yes, the two of you may have started on what felt like a whim, but there really exists a strong connection between the two of you. Kaveh is so wonderfully devoted to you and you wish to make him feel that way in return, make it so that anything he wants, you provide. Not that you directly interfere with his fate too often, but Kaveh is definitely blessed.

But Kaveh never asks for much.

"All I want is your time. Your attention. Your care. Your gaze directed at me. This feeling," Kaveh says while cuddled up in your arms one day as the two of you watched the sunset from the top of a Jungle treehouse you fashioned out of wood, "is all I will ever ask from you."

"Then you shall have it, dearest," you murmur, before planting a kiss on top of his head softly, rubbing a hand over his back. Kaveh smiles, and then he begins to sit up, and you lean back to give him space.

"Oh no you don't," Kaveh says with a cheeky smile, looping his arms around the back of your neck, "Come back here," He pulls you in closer to him, and you smile and go with him easily, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Kaveh's eyes close, a blissful expression on his face, and your heart does start to beat harder, feeling so full of love for him. You lean your head down and place it in the crook of his neck, just... enjoying the closeness between the two of you.

The moment is cut short between the two of you when Kaveh gently pushes you up, and you look at him questioningly before he's looking up at you through his eyelashes, and his fingers press into your arms.

He wants to kiss, although he probably wants more than a brush of lips this time. You have no desire to refuse him.

You cup his chin with your hand and brush a finger over his bottom lip, and Kaveh smiles up at you before he lays a soft, reverent kiss on your finger. You smile back and then you bend your face closer to his, slide your nose against his and Kaveh opens his mouth and lets you in. You take your time getting your mouth reacquainted with his, tongues stroking at each other with slow but delicious intent. A hand of yours goes to stroke over his neck, and Kaveh groans softly at the action. He's so sensitive.

When you finally draw back, opening your eyes as you do, you see it in Kaveh's eyes. His desire to continue.

"It's okay, you know?" Kaveh softly whispers up into your ear, taking your hands and places them gently on each side of his waist. "You can touch me. You can... do more," he continues, looking at you with obvious desire in his eyes.

You freeze. You would like to do more... but you're not sure how to, anymore.

You have lain with people before, but that was before achieving archonhood. Divinity is a path that many maintained their positions with via celibacy, so you had not thought to consider having relations. It also helped that you viewed Sumerans as your charges, so thoughts of that nature never occurred.

You're... not as up to date with how differently intimacy may have been shaped over time, but Kaveh? He deserves the most.

"I want to, oh, how I wish to take you apart," you tell him indulgently, "but Kaveh, dear it's been so long that I- I'm worried."

"Don't be. You're already the best. Just do what feels natural and we'll work it out from there," Kaveh assures you, and you nod.

"Okay," you agree, so grateful you opened up your heart and took a chance on him.

How You Brush Up On Your Knowledge Of Modern Intimacy to Try and Catch Up With Kaveh:

It's an odd thing, really.

One day you were planning on making a secret trip to the House of Daena for information you can use (because you were definitely not going to ask Nahida and scar her- she's tiny!) when there was a heavy knock at the door of your archonic abode.

"Hello?" You look around, but there's no one to see, although your elemental sight does reveal a slight trail of anemo remnants. But to whom they belonged, you don't know.

On your doorstep lay a few Knowledge Capsules, and you picked them all up, unaware of their content but willing to review them.

When you casually pick one up and begin the process, you quickly drop it because flashes of nude bodies appear before your eyes.

"WHAT IS THIS!?" You yell in confusion, before you connect the dots.

"Ah," you say, and then pick it back up. You have some studying to do.

What Kaveh Is Like In Bed/Your First Time Together:

The two of you take it slow. Slow kisses, slow movements, and you take your sweet, sweet time getting acquainted with Kaveh's body, exploring what spots make him jump, what makes him shiver, and what makes him moan.

By the time you're done tracing the lines and curves of Kaveh's body, his voice is in your ear, asking, no begging for you to touch him, inside and out.

You would never deny him anything, so you oblige, slowly working his erection with one hand while with the other, you circle his rim until he's all nice and relaxed.

Kaveh is loud. He shouts and then moans low in his throat when you finally breach him. He tells you that he feels so full of your love and that he wishes to be connected with you for as long as possible, forever. He reaches back and holds out his hand, and you hold onto it.

You lean closer to him and tell him that you are his and he is yours and that you'll never choose another. That he is the only one for you and that you'll fill him with your love any day that he wants, any way that he wants. He comes hard, sobbing that he loves you, and you chase after your own orgasm, breathing the same words back into his skin until you hit the edge, jerking and pushing yourself forward while Kaveh holds onto you.

The post-orgasm high is. It's tender. It's sweet. You and Kaveh hold onto each other, savoring the moment before you two decide you two need more of each other, and the next times after that are much more desperate, and frantic.

But!

That's not all.

Kaveh, surprisingly, isn't a pillow prince - he's also a giver.

Kaveh is desperate for your touch, desperate to please, and so accepting of whatever you decide to give him. But whenever he decides to be the one giving? You will be there ALL DAY. He's so attentive in how he holds you, looking at your face for every reaction to see if you like what he's doing or not. It makes no sense because you like EVERYTHING he does to you.

You two don't tumble in bed all the time, but the times you do, you find that Kaveh has an immense appetite. You're not capable of "being tired out" but Kaveh damn near tests your limits by wanting to go again and again and again.

It's alright, because you hunger for him just as much. It shows just how complementary the two of you are.

How Kaveh Breaks That He Wants You to Be Rougher in Bed:

Kaveh has a lot of kinks. You do, too, it turns out, although you never knew they had names. Being with Kaveh has opened your eyes to many unknown things.

"I don't know how to explain it, but do you ever just want to, you know, push around someone else? I am volunteering to be that someone else." Kaveh says slowly, playing with your fingers, stretching them this way and that.

Your brows furrow, and you look at Kaveh with concern.

"I would never take my emotions out on you, Kaveh, I treasure you too much for that-" Kaveh sighs loudly, and gives you a taut smile, and you can tell he's frustrated by something, so you stop in your tracks.

"That's. Not what I mean, I'm sorry for confusing you, I wish I could just, word this better so you can understand," Kaveh explains, waving his hands around and you can see that he's about to get worked up so you take his hands gently in yours.

"Alright. Why don't we calm down for a moment, okay?" You say, and Kaveh nods his head, taking in a shuddering breath that he shakily exhales. You listen to him do that over and over until what feels like an appropriate amount of time has passed.

"I know that you've told me before that you would like it if I were the one to take the initiative between the two of us, but I want to make sure I am meeting all of your needs. Is there another way for you to word what exactly you would like from me?" You ask, before you raise one of his hands clasped in yours and plant a soft kiss on top.

"There is no need for shame between us. I apologize for being hasty and jumping to conclusions when you were trying to tell me one of your interests," you finish sincerely, and Kaveh nods, looking to the side.

"I really love how sweet you are, but sometimes I wish you were... a little rougher with me. A little meaner. Your loving tenderness is so sweet and fulfilling, but once in a while, I could do with a little punishment as well. It would... satisfy something within me." Kaveh elaborates, and you listen intently.

"Do you have anything specific in mind?" You ask, and Kaveh flushes, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. Bull's-eye! 🎯

"Well..." Kaveh starts, and you nod encouragingly.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Kaveh opens his mouth and the things he proceeded to say? WHEW. 😮‍💨 Your blood was pumping in a matter of seconds.

Being sweet with Kaveh is great but the new things you two try afterwards is incredible.

What Would Cause Kaveh To Snap + Your Reaction:

It's simple. Kaveh's devotion to you is one of the things you truly appreciate, but there are times when he goes truly overboard.

Like today for example.

Another devotee had made her way to your shrine, and had come bearing offerings as well. Only this time, you had happened to be with Kaveh when it happened.

"Oh!" You freeze when you feel it, the now-familiar rush of energy that always surges up whenever someone's exalted your name at your shrine. Green light is emitted from your body, and the sight of it shocks Kaveh.

"What's wrong!?" Kaveh asks you, placing a hand on your shoulder but you can't respond because you're too busy processing the feeling.

It's fuzzy and warm and just... So good. Very few feelings and sensations can compare. And the sincerity behind this person's offering could be felt very strongly despite your archonic barrier. You have to see them, acknowledge them in some way.

"Nothing's wrong," you practically slur to Kaveh, high off the rush, and then you get up on your feet, preparing yourself to teleport to your shrine. You're about to when you feel a hand on your arm stopping you and- oh, that's right. Kaveh.

"Wait, wait- what's going on then? Why are you leaving?" Kaveh questions, with a weird tone to his voice, but you figure that your instant ultra-relaxed state may have come across as a shock to him.

"I have to go acknowledge a devotee at my shrine. Their sincerity... it's deep and true. But don't worry, I'll be right back," you assure Kaveh, and he frowns at you, obviously disappointed to have your time together cut short but you figure you'll pay him back when you return.

The thing is- you don't return quickly. You don't even return that night. Not because you've forgotten your oath to Kaveh, but because due to extenuating circumstances, you simply could not return.

When you had teleported to the shrine, cloaking your identity as you often did, it turns out that the devotee who had made her offering was a follower of yours who had clearly been up there in age. She had also been one who had made semiregular visits to Kusa- Nahida's shrine over the years as well, and had made an impression on the both of you, especially seeing as how she lived deep in the desert. Many of the Sumerans who dwelled in the desert took to abandoning their faith within you and your sister, and instead focused on hoping for a return of the Scarlet King. So those who remained devoted were held with a bit of a higher regard.

"Please, Greater Lord Y/N, I know you may be busy but I beg for your help," she prays aloud, tears slipping from her closed eyes.

You look at her in confusion because above her head there is no darkening clover 🍀 which signified those who were experiencing or about to experience a poor or bad fate. Her fate appeared normal, so what does she need help with?

"Show mercy, please," she continues, voice breaking and you are moved, so you gently say, "Get up, Farzana."

Farzana gasps, eyes snapping open, and you make a very slow reveal of yourself to her, wanting to avoid startling her too bad. You know older mortals are more sensitive to shock than others.

"Greater Lord Y/N!" Farzana quickly tries to go into a bow, lowering her head in front of you, but you stop her.

"Please, Farzana. Tell me how I can help."

"It's... my neighbors. They were traveling in a dust storm and by fleeing a Wenut, accidentally ran straight into a nest of Consecrated Beasts all living together. The Serpent, the Bird, the Scorpion. Not many escaped with their lives, and those who managed to return to us... we're not sure how long they'll be able to live. My group does not have a resident healer, and those who live in the city do not accept Desert currency. Please," Farzana clasped her hands together and beseeched you, "I know it is possible that they are destined to die. But I come to you, asking for your interference anyway. Our people have suffered greatly this year and cannot bear any more grief."

"Your heart is pure and your words sincere. How can I deny your request?" You extend out a hand and hold hers softly. "Lead me. I will not fail you, faithful one, or the hope you have in me."

Farzana nods, tears building up in her eyes, but that is quickly replaced by a gasp when you make it so that the both of you levitate.

"Greater Lord Y/N!" Farzana near shrieks in shock and delight, hands holding onto you for support and you can't help smiling at her reaction.

"We will reach much faster this way," you inform her, quite cheekily, and Farzana huffs and shakes her head, but points out the route all the same.

You note in the back of your head as the two of you are in the middle of traveling, that night has already fallen. Oh Celestia. Hopefully Kaveh's not taking it too hard.

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Meanwhile, Kaveh is trying his best to not lose his fucking mind.

Where were you? Why haven't you returned yet?

The last words you spoke to him kept coming back to him and taunting him.

'I have to go acknowledge a devotee'.

What does that mean? And why did you make that... face earlier? It's very similar to the one you make post-

No... it can't be. Can it?

You did mention that it has been a long time since your last intimate relationship. Just how long ago what that, actually? Kaveh never thought to ask at the time, and now he feels like a fucking fool.

What did you first call Kaveh when you came down to him in the Shrine? 'Devoted'? Is that what you go after? Is that your type?

Kaveh needs to calm down but he can't. Not when the thought that there may be an old flame of yours calling on you and more importantly, you dropping him to go see them, is at the forefront of his brain.

Who are they? Why didn't you give him any more details who they are? Why are you still out there with them? Is it crazy that Kaveh... kind of hopes they die?

"Y/N would never betray me. I'm his Favored One," Kaveh mumbles to himself, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face.

You'll be back soon. He just knows it. You did say you would be right back, right?

...

Okay, it's been over five hours now, and you STILL haven't returned. Kaveh's sanity is holding on by a single thread.

There's no way you would actually spend the night with someone, when you two are together, right?

But... What if he's not enough for you? Although you two aren't newly together, it still feels like a dream. What will Kaveh do if you ever grow tired of him and abandon him? What's to say you aren't bored of him now?

Kaveh goes straight to your kitchen cabinets, pulling out the aged Henna Berry wine, and popping off the cork. He needs to distract himself and QUICK.

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"Kaveh? Kaveh!" You call out when you arrive back home, sapped of energy. Honestly, you should've visited a Statue first to replenish yourself but you wanted to get back to Kaveh quickly.

"Oh, so the cheater has returned," you hear, and on the couch Kaveh sits, hugging a bottle of a wine that's been aged for a century. That's... Not good.

"Cheater? What are you talking about?" You ask, bemused, but Kaveh's not smiling. Instead, he takes another swig from the bottle and levels a glare your way.

Oh. He's not joking. Celestia, give you the patience...

"Who am I to try and restrict your movements, a literal archon? If you want to go and see another 'devotee', I can't stop you!" Kaveh grumbles and you sigh. You had thought he was more secure than this.

"Dearest, please. Don't be like this. You know you're the only one for me," you tell him gently, but Kaveh only scoffs.

"Am I?" He asks bitterly.

"Yes. Now give me the bottle," you gently reach a hand out to grab it but Kaveh spooks, accidentally smashing the bottle against your arm, and the both of you look at the green blood that oozes from the cut in silence for a moment.

"Y/N?" Kaveh asks quietly, and you can hear the fear in his voice.

"I am not mad," you say, and with a quick touch, you manage to heal the cut. Some of your power extends to Kaveh who blinks rapidly. Looks like you have cured him of his drunkenness.

But this incident cannot go ignored.

"Kaveh? Bedroom. Now." You say with no room for argument.

"Y/N! Oh archons above, I am so, so sorry-" Kaveh begins to blabber, and you shoot him a look that makes him stop speaking mid sentence.

"Bedroom." You repeat, and off he goes.

You take your time getting ready, and when you enter the room he's already on the bed, with tears in his eyes.

"For your information, I was helping one of my most loyal followers save the lives of her neighbors today. It required a lot of energy and focus to ensure they wouldn't die, and that's why I ended up staying out so late. I would never leave you if it wasn't something important," you gently cup his chin, making him look up at you.

"It seems like you need to hear it again, but Kaveh, I love you. Alright?"

"Yes," Kaveh says quietly.

So that led to this situation:

There are many privileges you have granted Kaveh, and he knows this as well. He thrives under being your most special one. You know that, but he needs to trust you more.

...

"No. You are to stay there and watch." You command, taking yourself in your hand, and ensuring that Kaveh's eyes are on you, you begin to slowly pleasure yourself, eyes slipping closed at the sensation.

Good behavior must be rewarded, and bad behavior should be punished. Not that you could ever see yourself making Kaveh face extreme punishment- No, the punishment you had in mind for Kaveh was one that was a lot more delicious in mind.

"Please, let me- I can do that for you, I can make you feel good," Kaveh begs, straining in the vines you have had him trapped in for the last half an hour.

"You want this, don't you?" You gesture to yourself and Kaveh swallows heavily, before nodding intensely, gaze tracked on your hand.

You snap your fingers, and the vines entrapping Kaveh fall loose. He makes haste to stand up but you point your finger at the ground.

"Tell me. Why should I allow you the permission to? Are you sorry for your actions earlier today?" You question, and Kaveh looks like he's near tears.

"Yes, Y/N, I'm sorry. I won't doubt you again, please let me just touch you," Kaveh whines, looking at you so prettily.

"Crawl."

Kaveh's head jerks, and he swallows hard, but je does so. You do not fail to notice that he is so hard he's dripping.

"I am so, so thankful. Thank you, Y/N. I love you," Kaveh whispers in-between kisses, and you sigh inwardly while you relax your body, opening your legs wider.

"Prove your sincerity. Worship me, show me your gratitude for having chosen you, out of everyone," you command, and Kaveh slinks over to your leg and instantly begins to kiss up it.

Outro/The Most Touching Act for Both of You:

For You: Kaveh still cuddles his figurine of you before going to sleep. He thinks you do not know but once you went to visit him and stumbled upon the incredibly endearing scene. Your heart has swelled with so much love, flora had sprouted in areas of Sumeru they had never grown before.

For Kaveh: One day, you take Kaveh to your Shrine and unveil that next to the statue of yourself laid a statue of Kaveh at your side, along with an engraved plaque that reads, "My Light, Forever".

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End.

I hope you guys really really like this one because my brain was aching from picking and choosing what to give you guys. I hope it gave you a good feel of what I'm capable of (although I can't wait to show you guys different sides of my writing). I am hoping readers who find this decide they would like to check out more of my writing after all and support what's to come. I am hoping I will finally get over the writer's block that has stopped me from working on my older stories. Finally, I am wishing you all the best!

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[thegnomelord]

Devotion in Steel

How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.

So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.

CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.

Dottore: Silent Curiosity

He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.

Tartaglia: Eager Veneration

Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?

Zhongli: Desperate Absolution

Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.

[fairydollsteps]

First time?(MINORS DNI)

Synopsis: You took Alhaitham's virginity. And is his first time.

Feature: Bottom Alhaitham/Dom Reader

Note/Warning: Smut (duh), first time, virginity loss, anal sex, fingering, maybe some crying? Reader is gender neutral, cock can be a strap or not. Reader is more experienced than Alhaitham. Probably some grammar mistakes. And is very long, slowburn perhaps.

Author's note: Decided to write a sub alhaitham fics cuz sub genshin men supremacy. Please bear with me as this is my first time writing smut. Please like and reblog as it took me days to make it not weird and crazy

"Are you sure you want to do it? We can stop if you feel uncomfortable," you asked again to the silver-haired man laying on the bed . "I am very sure, Y/N," Alhaitham says softly as he look away from you, embarrassed for asking you to do this.

You hummed and straddle Alhaitham to his hips. "Very well then. Remember our safeword is red, alright?" you reminded him again as you kiss his cheeks. You look as Alhaitham nodded, his face becoming even more redder. You giggled and give him another kiss on the lips, a passionate one. Alhaitham sigh in the kiss, shutting his eyes and put his arm around your neck.

Both of you pressed on each other's bodies heatedly, breathing heavily as you ravaged his soft lips. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath against your nose as you mess each other hair. The kissing session went on for a while until you both pull away to take a breath. Alhaitham was panting heavily and is still holding you, obviously wanting to be close to you in such intimate moment. You can even feel his heart pounding hard from how close both of you are.

He is nervous. You can tell he is nervous but also excited. How could he not? Is his fist time after all. You were quite surprised when he ask you to have sex with him. (You expect him to be the type to have sex after marriage but nah, let's fuck now) Even more surprised when Alhaitham also mentions is his first time. (Which is kinda cute for a hot man) Due to his inexperience, he trusts you and let you take the lead on the bed. You, being a wonderful partner you are is more than happy to accept his request.

Noticing his nervousness, you start peppering his face with light kisses to calm his nerve down. Then, you took his hand and kiss his knuckles too. "Don't worry, my dearest. I promise to be gentle with you," you reassure in a comforting tone but with a seductive smile on your face. Alhaitham don't whether to be comforted to your words or be extremely thrilled of whatever unholy act you are going to do him behind that smile of yours. Maybe both. Nevertheless, he gives a content sigh and kiss you back.

Relief that he finally relaxed a bit, your fingers begin tracing the outline of his body tenderly, from the neck, to his shoulder, then slowly down to his abdomen. You can tell he is enjoying it when you notice the bulge visibly between his thigh. Alhaitham saw what you are looking at and become embarrassed. "Y/N, please stop staring and do your thing," Alhaitham huffs in annoyance. You gave out an apologetic chuckle. "Alright alright alright. I will be serious this time. Then can I take these off?" you say, hinting him to his pants.

"Yes, you can," Alhaitham answer back forwardly, trying to be confident as always but his eyes reveal the truth. You simple smirk but didn't keep him waiting and quickly unbuckle his pants and then his underwear. You stare in awe at his hard cock, twitching on his still clothed stomach. "I will prepare you first before I start fucking you, alright?' you say, amused to see Alhaitham blushes when you say it as you reach for the bottle of lube from the drawers. You really are going to do it.

You coat your fingers with the cool gel liquid and massage Alhaitham's thighs as a way to ease him. "Try not to move so much, Haitham. I do not want to accidentally hurt you,". Getting a confirmation from Alhaitham, slowly, you pressed your fingers against his hole, watching him become tense. "Relax, dear. Take a few breathe," you watch over him as he tries to keep his breathing even. "H-hah...please...Can you go deeper?" Alhaitham asked, stuttering from the foreign yet pleasurable feeling. You are surprised of how quickly he adjusted but obey his request and push your finger a little deeper.

Alhaitham starts gasping for air as he clutches the pillow beneath his head. The feeling is very strange and weird, but it felt so good. So good that his hips start moving on his own. After for a while, you put a second finger into him which sends another shock of stimulation to his body. "Hngh...! Y/N, shit! Too much fuck," You become worry that you may have cross the line but with how he start moaning loudly and clenching desperately on you, it tells you otherwise.

Pleased to his reaction, you gently thrust your fingers deeper to his prostate. Alhaitham's face becomes redder than before and eyes squeezed shut as he keeps on whimpering and moaning like a cheap whore. He is becoming louder when your fingers start moving faster, switching from fingering him or abusing his prostate. The pleasure is become too overwhelming for him to handle as he start to unconsciously close his thighs. You have to hold his thighs open from closing to continue.

" Hngh..., Y/N...! I t-think I am going to cum...fuck! It feels g-good... so fucking good...," he moaned pathetically, even drooling a bit as he hold your wrist, urging you to go faster, to let him reach his climax. His tip starts oozing precum as he keep thrusting on your fingers eagerly, feeling the overwhelming pleasure more in the process. He have no idea what is happening, it hurts but it feels wonderful.

Alhaitham's body shudders as he could feel his climax approaching. His face contorted from pleasure and mouth wide, panting fervently as he could feel it coming. Just a little more, please, then he can have his relief. But suddenly, your fingers stop moving and his incoming orgasms slowly dies down. Alhaitham was in a state of shock for a sec and then scowls at you for stopping.

"Why did you do that?! I was about to come!"Alhaitham spats out, feeling betrayed as he tries to glare at you. But with how flushed and teary-eyed he is, it makes him less scary and endearing instead. "Sorry, my dear. If I let you come now, it will ruin the big part. That is only the beginning," you say tenderly as you unbuckle your pants. Before Alhaitham can complain, you unbutton your shirt and rip it off which left him tongue-tied of how sexy the scene is.

"Fuck..." he whispered. Whatever animosity he had for you earlier, it quickly dissipate and he become hard again. He stare at you intently before he realizes what he was doing and quickly look away from you, burning up from shame. You grin at his reaction and reach for his ridiculous tight shirt. You pull his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. And damn, he is beefed up, you can see his abbs and muscle flexing.

Alhaitham is completely naked while you are only in your pants unbuckled. You bring his thighs over yours. You then lubed yourself and lean over him. "Ready?" you asked. "Yes, please do it," Alhaitham mutters, almost whining. And just like that, you slide inside him, stretching his hole more than he though. It was so much bigger than your fingers. You went inside slowly, watching for his reaction attentively while you are also flushed from his walls clamping you. Burning up, Alhaitham throws his head back, whimpering as he cried out of your name. His thighs are trembling and he is already dribbling a bit of pre-cum.

You stay stilled for a while to let him adjust your size, swallowing any small noises of struggles or pleasure he makes. He already feels so full and fucked up. It took all your willpower to not rail him hard right now because of how fuckable he looks and how his wall clenches around you desperately. But you control yourself for the sake of his comfort and wait for him.

"Hngh... H-hah fuck...Y/N...you can move now," Alhaitham finally talks through ragged breathing. He rest his hand on your back and braces himself. Then, you start thrusting him inside in a slower pace, letting him get used to the sensation. Alhaitham gives out a choked gasp at every thrust, gripping on your shoulder for comfort as his cock spasmed violently. You are only doing a little and he is already a mess. You wonder how he is going to handle the bigger part.

Back to the present, you continue thrusting him gently and keeping your hands on his hips to ground him in place. Alhaitham groans and moans, his back arching as his abdomen burns with passion. Alhaitham is already high on pleasure. He could feel your cock in ass and its driving him crazy, the curve and the thickness of it and how it was forcing him open. Because you edge him earlier, he is sensitive and flinches to every touch.

"You are doing so well, Haitham," you praise him which inflict a mewl out of him. And how his inside tightens around you. His sharp gasps fill in the air. You keep a mental note that he might have a praise kink. This went on for a while until Alhaitham finally speak." F-fuck...go faster...h-hah shit...," he stutters, out of breath. You paused for a moment and then smiled wickedly.

"Then beg for it," you said. "W-what?" Alhaitham stunned. "If you want something, you have to beg for it," you give him a mischievous smile as your thrust on him weakly which you know it won't satisfy him. You can see Alhaitham is hesitant but you damn well he wants you. Yours words are full of teasing and he is annoyed about that, that you are trying to get him to say embarrassing things. He pleaded you with his eyes, but he knew that would do nothing.

"Please..." Alhaitham speaks, breathlessly, he could feel the heat from his cheeks rise. "Please what? You have to specify," you question, wanting to play with him a bit more. Alhaitham groans in annoyance and getting impatient but he swallows his pride and gave in. "Please...please move faster...and you don't have to be so gentle with me...I-I want you to...." Alhaitham drags his sentences, from shame and embarrassment at what he desires. Now he hates himself for asking but then you kiss him softly after noticing his troubled expression, as a way to comfort him. "Be rough with you?" you finishes his sentences. "Yes" Alhaitham confirms, his cheek rosy.

Without warning, you start railing him faster, almost in a punishing pace. Shocked gasps rip through his throat at each rough thrust, sending him on edge. Alhaitham could feel your cock jabbing his spot deeply, making his brain into mush. It feels too good and too much to for him to think clearly. "Y-yes! Ah! Fuck...! Please! Just like that... ♡Faster....Ah! Please!" he begs, his dignity and composure are completely thrown out of the window. Alhaitham does not mind your aggression, in fact he enjoy it a lot, and you know it.

Your speed begin to increase as every plea and moan out of his mouth drove you wilder. Your chest swell in pride to see the all so proud and smart Alhaitham crumbling under you. His back is arching more and more, redness coloring his chest which heaves up and down with every sharp breaths. His eyes rolling at the back of his head, tears threatening to fall out. You can't help but bit your tongue at his submissive state. Seeing various of his lewd expression and all in a mess for you, made you want to fuck him harder until there's nothing left of him.

"F-fuck! Ah..! H-hah! W-what are you doing-!♡" you cut him off with a thrust which had him reeling back as you drape one of his leg over your shoulder and then pound on him. Alhaitham lose it and screams. Given the angle, it allows you to pound on him deeper which had him turning into a wrenching mess of disarray. High-pitched sobs can be heard in the room as you slam yourself into his quivering hole. "O-OHH...!♡♡♡Y/N...! Hnghhh! FUCK...! P-please, Y/N. Please k-keep going♡♡♡" Alhaithan cried out, losing his mind as you keep hitting that spot over and over again.

"Awww... Don't tell me that the all so smart Alhaitham is crying over some dick," you mock at his wretched state. Alhaitham with his mush mind, couldn't even form a coherent sentences but moan and whine under you. You snicker and rub his hips as a way to comfort him. "is alright my dearest, I got you and I will let you enjoy this moment until you can't think anymore," you said as you go back to fucking his hole.

Alhaitham could do nothing but take whatever you are giving. His loud moans and the sound of the skin slapping echoed throughout the room. With shaking effort, he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his hands gripping on your back, leaving red scratches behind. Squirming under you as you can take a pornographic image of him.

"You are going to cum, aren't you" you said, breath hitching. Noticing how his cock is twitching violently and leaking pre-cum. Alhaitham nod against your neck, you could feel his hot breaths touching your neck. He tries to hold it for a while keep feeling the euphoric sensation but eventually he could feel the knot in his stomach become tighter and tighter. "Y-Y/n, don't-," " Don't worry, I promise I won't tease you this time," you coo as you keep thrusting on him to help him reach his climax.

His body convulse as thick rope of cum then spurts out, soiling his stomach and your abdomen. Eyes rolling back and jaw slack, Alhaitham screams from the shock of relief as he grasp your back tightly for support. Looking at him, you can't help but bit your lips at how utterly destroyed Alhaitham is.

His rosy chest rising up and down for breath with his stained stomach. His eyes still crisscrossed and panting like a dog. His redden cheeks is stained from the tears and some strands of hair are sticking his forehead. Alhaitham is a mess and is all your fault. You want to laugh that you manage to get this intimidating and concentrated man into a mess of tears, sweat and cum.

"Y/N... we should clean up," Alhaitham says in slurs, his voice is hoarse from all the shouting and moaning. You snap out of your daze and quickly clean him up for the aftercare. Aftercare is extremely essential after sex and you have to make sure Alhaitham is comfortable.

After cleaning up, you both cuddle together. You ask him if he is hurt anywhere and if there is anything he don't like during the intercourse. Alhaitham reassures you that he is fine and that he enjoys a lot, is just that his ass feels sore and might need some time to recover.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you," Alhaitham whispers against your neck. You are shocked to hear that from the reserved man as if you didn't just fuck him earlier. But you sigh in content. "I love you too, Alhaitham," "We should do it again next time," Alhaitham blurts out, completely out of his character.

Alhaitham has never experience anything like this before because of how close off he is. Because of that, he was a bit afraid at first. But if it meant how you put him in euphoric state and feel good in pleasure, it's worth it anyway.

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[spiteful-lvsts]

(CW: bondage, sensory deprivation, not explicitly described but There)

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Tighnari is genuinely the Most Character Ever to me

His voice lines make him sound like a tour guide, he has the energy of a retail worker of five years with no raise, his ear physics are so floppy and he’s my ideal gender

I think he would like sensory deprivation, his ears are so sensitive and sometimes everything can be So Much and he just wants you to take care of him when his patrols and work are over. He’s tied up, blindfolded, and everything is blissfully quiet for once. But Tighnari knows he’s making all sorts of embarrassing noises (even if he can’t hear it), all from your hands massaging out the knots and stiffness in his shoulders from a long day of work. The night is still young, and there’s certainly more things you two would like to do later.

I want to ruin him, I want to pamper him, I want to scratch him behind his ears and call him my good boy.

I also just wanna

[sugarcause]

🔞 scaramouche crying

includes: scaramouche precis: almost all of the fatui wore masks, whether or not it was seen physically. and oh did you love seeing his fall apart. take note of: rough sex, anal sex, crying, dacryphilia, creampie, semi-public sex, sub!bottom!scaramouche, dom!top!reader, overstimulation, multiple orgasms reader gender: gn (but reader penetrates sir mouche) voice mail: thankyu anon for your idea < 3 wrote this while eating kraft mac n' cheese kinda short, sorry :((

scaramouche was knows for being ruthless and condescending to basically anyone he interacted with. colleague or subordinate, everyone was the same to him. well, everyone but you.

people call him intimidating, but to you he was submissive. to others, he was stone cold, but for you, he fell apart easily. in short, you saw a whole other side of him. one you didn't plan to share with anyone else.

you have to consider scaramouche's build was pretty small. his body was lithe and slim. that was accompanied by his extreme sensitivity, which you loved as it made him easy to toy with. overstimulating him was no trouble and he looked absolutely adorable when he cried. there was just something so arousing about breaking someone who everyone saw as untouchable.

currently, you were in his office, it had been a while since he rudely dismissed his lackeys. he was sitting on his desk with his legs wrapped around your waist.

''a-ah! h-harder i-'' scaramouche moaned. tears running down his cheeks. you two had been going at it for a while and he had already orgasmed, but he was insatiable.

you twisted and fondled with his nipples as he moaned even louder. you kept thrusting into him as he sniffled, his face flushed. both of you covered in a layer of sweat, unminding of anything else going on.

''aw... you look so cute when you cry, baby. imagine if the others saw you like this, especially childe...'' you teased.

he whined loudly as you continue to pound his prostate, his vision blurry and all he could see was an outline of your figure. all he could think about was how good you felt inside him, how perfect this was, and how absolutely broken you've made him.

never in his life did he imagine he would submit to someone like you, especially in this way. now here he was crying pathetically due to his sensitivity.

oh god, he was cumming again.

''ah! cu-cumming! d-don't stop!'' he yelled as he squirted over his stomach. your thrusts remained relentless, if not harder.

''shouldn't i punish you? cumming without my permission? that's not something good boys do.'' you asked.

he didn't respond, only moaning with his tongue out. he was overstimulated and out of it.

he truly looked like a mess. red eye make-up smeared as tears prickled at the corner of his eyes. he was so overwhelmed with what he felt, it was all too much and he couldn't hold his whimpering back, even if he bit his lips.

you squeezed his cheeks in between your hands and brought his face up to force him to look up to you. ''answer me.'' you demanded, staring into his teary eyes.

he seemed to gain some sort of awareness, ''i-i'm a good boy... p-please don't stop... it just feels to good!'' he wailed, begging.

his subservience was the breaking point for you.

you grabbed onto his hips tightly as you guided his body to move forward in time with your thrusts, fucking into him roughly. his hole only squeezing onto your cock tighter and his tears kept flowing freely. he looked absolutely wrecked and destroyed.

you felt yourself approach climax.

''going to cum in your tight hole baby'' you muttered as scaramouche's nails dug into your back, pulling you closer.

''m-me too.. going to cum again!'' he groaned, burying his head into your shoulder.

with one final thrust, you spilled inside him as he quivered and came with a yell, his senses were overcome with the feeling of intense pleasure. his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he panted heavily.

his tears fell as he blinked and you leaned forward to kiss them away.

''c'mon, let's get you all cleaned up.''. you said softly as you pulled out. honestly, you don't think the words registered, considering how fucked out he was.

almost spelled moans and moanas < 3

[gyustiger]

BOTTOM DOTTORE X TOP GN!READER

.*,` warnings : NSFW under the cut

.*,` disclaimer : cock can also be read as a strap, OOC for the second half, dumbification, overstim

A little something before i disappear for a while- Minors DNI!!

All of Shneznaya knows of Dottore. Rumours circulate the man for being the mysterious, cold and overbearing harbringer that experiments on people.

However, that's not how you know him. You were his secretary and his secret partner. He fell head over heels for you the day you tackled him to the ground using your brute strength after he tried seducing you with his good looks to use you in an experiment. A weird way to fall in love, he would admit. But he couldn't deny his feelings.

He started pursuing you by allowing forcing you to watch him do his experiments, not too close for safety purposes. Then those innocent pursuing turned into carnal desire the day you spilled tea all over your white blouse, showing a bit too much underneath the soaked layer, making him grow hard to the sight.

He had you wrapped around his long gloved finger, having you obey his orders in both work and private life. Even if he was the one on the receiving end, he still controlled everything as he always have.

You were thrusting into him, his cock leaking fluids as you watched as his stoic face unravelled under you. His lewd moans echoed through his lab as your cock plunges deep into him without mercy.

Once you'e released, whether inside him or out, he would grip onto your neck, cutting off your airways as he grinned. "Come on, don't think we're done here."

His desk would be rid of any papers or any concoctions as you lay on his desk, him riding on top of you, grinding down as he did away with your cock, using you like a toy. Your fluids leaked from his lewd hole as it produces more and more of its sounds. His moans drowning out any thoughts you had in your head, leaving your mind blank like a sheet of paper.

But you couldn't deny that you enjoyed every second of it. He was insatiable, and you were too. A complete match, perfect for each other as Dottore would say

[sodattore]

Fear, you've felt it before.

WARNINGS! : Implied PTSD Attack | Dottore is Zandik

I tried to do something like a POV of dottores past? Like in the school he went to and when he got expelled.

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A feeling you can never forget, fear. You know what that is. You've experienced the feeling of fear, your heart racing, and your tears threatening to fall so everyone can see. The anxiety?

You know what that feels like.

"You madman! Killing your whole expedition team?!" an unforgettable echo rang in Zandiks' ear.

Being called a madman is truly, truly unforgettable.

"Isn't that the man who murdered his team?" Another voice rang in his head

Just another memory. Just another memory.

"Dottore, are you insane?!" The voices became louder, clearer.

No, no. It's not my fault!

"You disappoint me, you need to try harder Zandik." an older woman's voice was loud and clear in his mind.

Stop. Stop it! I don't want to remember! I don't want this to come back! 

Crying and shaking, Dottore couldn't help but try to hide himself from the world. Fear, anger, sadness. It all came at him at once.

He couldn't handle it, there's no way he would let people see him expressing emotions?

The Doctor, crying? Absolutely not.

How absurd.

"Stupid, stupid! I'm so stupid." He sighed to himself. The crying being stopped.

He couldn't feel anything anymore. No sympathy for anything.

Like I told you, fear consumes everything.

Even the people destined to be insane.

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@SODATTORES WORK! DO NOT REPOST.