#fatui pyro agent

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Genshin Impact | Fatui Emotes

[doyouselfshipwith]

fatui pyro agent genshin impact..

Do you self ship with the Fatui Pyro Agent?

Yes, romantic

Yes, familial

Yes, platonic

Yes, some other way (QPA, polyam, etc.)

No, but I see the appeal

No, not at all

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Voting ended onNov 29, 2025

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[darwh]

[ames-art]

'Tis the season >:D

i'm slowly easing back on drawing so have some silly doodle

[diesus2412d]

It occurred to me to make Fatui content and since I started with the pyro agent, I still have to do more tests and improve some parts that are not very connected to the sim's body, what do you think?

[its-snicket-here]

You can't escape (Pyro Fatui)

My sanity is slowly crippling as well as my confidence the more I sit here with writer's blocks, so have an interpretation ending of a mushy fatui brain rot because I need more of them in my life

No matter how far you run, no matter how hard you hide. He is always a step closer to you.

"You can't escape from debt..."

These words he would hiss out to you, almost like a mantra every single time he was within your vicinity, to the point it ingrained into your memory; jumped every time another person would say these exact words around you. You had been hopping around place to place, from Liyue to Monstant, Monstant to Narukami, Narukami to Kannazuka, Kannazuka to Yashiori, even to Watasumi for archon's sake... But all these attempts were fruitless, as even your sailing hadn't lost him in the seas.

It all started when you took off that damn loan from that bank... You took a loan to build your contraption to present back at Fontaine... Fontaine... where...

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No...

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No.

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NO!

THWACK

Your candle light flickers and danced in the darkness, the only warming light you had close to your body on the wooden table. The only comfort you had in your chase. You arms felt numb from the pain you caused, tears stream down to your face, as memories came back flooding to you. Old memories that you had suppressed with the medicine, old memories that you hadn't revisited in years...

No, that's all in the past now. You need to get going.

Blowing out your light, you hastily cleaned up the area. Hiding any evidence of human interaction ever came into this place. Your body groaned, all tired and worn from your nonstop running - given no long time rest to recover from its ordeals. Bruises and roughly treated cuts covered your arms and legs, clothes being shredded to places you didn't even know, but you didn't cared. You didn't cared that your conditions were worsening, you only cared on the distance you made between the two of you. You only cared that you're AWAY from HIM. Slinging over your satchel over the shoulder, your contraption quietly hums inside. The damn contraction that cursed you with this problem...

The moon up high, you peered out from the little abandoned house. Cautiously scanning the grassy plains of anybody that is here. You waited in the soft breeze, straining to hear even the softest breath of him in the wild - but you couldn't. You managed to made you way from Watasumi island to the heart of Tatarasuna, where it used to be dangerous with balethunder. You don't remember how long ago when it was cleared up somehow, but you didn't cared. It provided you multiple shelters temporarily for the morning. Though unluckily with that being cleared up, it was infested with the fatui... The same organization that he was in... You made it careful to leave no traces of you and avoid heavily fatui infested areas when moving again, but even then, you still couldn't shake off the feeling that he's still around...

Pulling out a rugged map, you briefly ran through the plan again. All the messy charcoaled writing and arrows made it difficult for it to see map clearly, but after a while from this cat and mouse game, it became... now a skill of yours to read your horrid mappings in this time of desperate need. Though... you were unsure that bridge can be stable enough for the weight of you and your satchel to go across. Every hour when the wind breezes, the bride would creek and groan against it, wood clinking against it. If anything else, you would plummet to your death or even injure yourself when crossing.

Suddenly, chills went up on your spine. The tingly sensation left you discomfort and your pulse rising high. You felt like you were being watched.

You need to get out of the room, now. Hastily putting the map back, you quickly went out of the ruined house, beelining for that bridge. Yet the chills still hadn't left you. Hastening your pace, you strained your ears again to find another pair of footprints tailing along, but you couldn't hear anything.

He's toying with you.

The groaning and the creaking of the bridge became louder the closer you get, the higher your pulse beats. That bridge became the only thing that can change your life. Taking a slow step forward, you held your breath, hearing the planks groan in pain from the added weight from you.

Tap

Tap

Tap

Perking up, your face paled at hearing what it seems like footsteps crunching in the dirt. Throwing all caution to the wind, you began to walk through the bridge. You didn't have any care that the planks are groaning and screaming from your weight, or that the bridge is wobbling, hopping to throw you off from the pain you inflict it. You only cared that you made it across from who ever is coming.

Creeeeekkkk...

Best foot forward, you started to walk onto the bridge as if it was a tight rope. Back foot forward. Front foot back. Back foot forward. Front foot back. Front foot. Back foot. Front foot. Back foot.

Suddenly, the plank that you stepped on broke. Giving a yelp, you stumbled. Shoulder come crashing against the bridge, planks cracking underneath the sudden weight. You cried out in pain, feeling splinters piercing through your clothes - through your skin. The noise echoed through the furnace, probably giving away your location to the whole fatui here. Gritting in pain, you stiffled your whimpers and cries to hear if anyone would be coming to your location. Slowly dragging your battered body to the more stable planks, you stared at the damage that was caused. Your entire left foot was all beaten up with pieces of splinters all in sizes and blood trickling out. Wiping tears away from your eyes, you slowly bring your satchel in front of you. The bridge slowly swayed against the wind as you started to treat your wounds hastily. You bit into the rag, muffling any cries of pain you had, as you started to pull out the splinters out from you. Vision hazy from the tears, you messily apply the rubbing alcohol onto the effected area. Archons, how you wished you had a healing vision now...

Creeekkk....

What the-

Creeeeeekkkk....

Heart racing, you slowly looked behind you. A choice that you soon regret making.

Seeing that familiar scratch that you ever so lovingly gave to that mask appear right in front of you. Sauntering right over to you in such a relaxed manner pisses you off. You had been running away from him for so long, even when you payed that damn debt off from the bank - you were still being harassed by that agent. You pulled out all of your mora, all of your resources from running away, and what Celestia gave you was a curse.

Rashly wrapping the bandages and sealing the rubbing alcohol, you limped away from him. You held the satchel tightly, grunting in pain every time you placed even just little weight on your left leg.

"J-just what do YOU want now?" You demanded between your teeth, "I had paid my debts. W-why are you still following ME?"

Just like every time the two of you would meet, he wouldn't respond. He wouldn't give you answers, only the same exact sentence he would fucking mutter every time you managed to escape from his clutches. He continued to saunter over to you, not even bothered that the planks were rotten and old. It pisses you off every time.It pisses you off that you had to suffer, while this man is sauntering over to you like the two of you were friends. Archons, he didn't even do anything when you gave that gash on his mask. Why. Won't. He. Let. You. Go.

Gods almighty, the searing pain on your left leg is almost making you feel passed out... You feel lightheaded at every step back... now you're seeing two of him...

Sleep...

No... need to run...

Sluggishly turning around, you braced yourself to run once more. You didn't cared that your leg is burning in pain, you didn't cared that you're going to loose blood. All it matters is that you are away from him. Archons, who knew it felt cold in the furnace...

Rest....

The agent quickly caught your body from falling out from the bridge. You're not doing so well... Your body is cold and covered in injuries. Archons, you're getting pale from the fresh wounds. Looking down, he watched his ex-team mates scrounging the hut.

He wished he didn't had to do this on you, but his hand was forced. He needs you to run away, but gods, why run into an infested area...

Turning the two of you invisible, he quietly walked away to his makeshift camp. By the time his ex-team notices, they would be already burning with the hut...

[palebloodcvrse]

Why are they hot

[vip3r-r]

KSHWKWBAIANIWN

I have been a big ass simp for Pyro agent and.dsmakkw

Sub Pyro agent x dom reader 🛐

Nsfw 🛐-

Man moans loudly and am here for it ogkhsian 🛐

OH— you naughty wackus bonkus

You didn’t specify what gender so I did Gn! If you want an specific gender Send another request!

Me too Anon… me too.

Request are always open!

NSFW

The moans this man lets out are just heavenly and he doesn’t even try to hide them— he is to deep in pleasure that he doesn’t care how loud he is.

off he does try to hide them, just pull his hair and look at him "now don't be shy~ be a good boyand moan for me" followed by big trust-making him let out an angelic moan.

Both nips and his cock are sensitive, the tip ofhis cock is the most sensitive.

You could be under the desk and be slowly kissing and teasing his cock and he would be crying his soul out because of how sensitive he is.

He would beg for you to let him cum, it's been around one hour since you've been sucking on his cock but not once have you let him cum.

If you decide to be nice and let him cum- his head would hit the table, the feeling of letting go consuming him, shaking and crying

"Ah-ahH!~ y/n no more please”

If you decide not to let him cum yet—

“mm-mph!! N-no wait y-y/n ahH~”

He moans loudly, you are now slowly sitting in his cock, moving side by side trying to get comfortable

As soon as you moved side by side, your warm walls hugging tightly around his cock “we can’t let it go to waist”

As you bounce up and down his cock, hands gripping the chair with the simple rule “do not touch me or yourself”

I’m sorry I wrote this around 3:40 A.M and I got out of ideas. If you want more please request more!