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[bunni-v1]

Genshin Men And Their Jealousy: An Evaluation

🍓Waiting for shop to reset so I decided to rank and evaluate how some genshin men (my favorites, sorry i’m biased) deal with jealousy. Quick answer is: Not well, lol. May do the women next, if there is demand.

Venti: 4/10

Venti has very little reason to be jealous, in fact, he kind of enjoys when others come onto you. Finds it funny. Encourages it at times. Sure he is possessive, but that plays into it a bit. He lets it go for a little while, only to come in when the other party thinks they’ve really got a chance and squash them all at once. You will likely not be privy to his annoyance with the other person, because he plays it off so well. However, you can get him pissed off if you lean into the flirting just a bit. In that case, he’ll make it very known to both you and your companion just how taken you are. Best prepare for a long night, my friend :)

Varka: 1/10

Sorry if this disappoints, guy doesn’t care. Most carefree, hands off man in the world. Someone’s flirting with you? Good! You’re fantastic! Really, why wouldn’t he want to share your wonderful smile with the world. Besides, everyone knows you’re the grandmasters partner. Think of it like him showing off, he doesn’t mind it at all so long as you come home with him. Though, sometimes, you’ll hear him admit that it bothers him just a bit. He knows your loyalties, but it’s hard when he has to share your attention sometimes. Just kiss him, his tail will start wagging and he’ll forget why he was upset in the first place.

Lohen: 5/10

He’s a bit of an odd case. On one hand, he has no doubt in his mind that you could do any better than him (egotistical freak). On the other, what’s up with all the testing his boundaries, don’t these people know who you’re with? Kinda stupid if you ask him. I doubt he gets all that jealous often, just annoyed that people are taking up your time when they don’t need to be. It’s not hard for him to scare them off, of course, so he’d never have any reason to do much about it… but still… you’re not on the market. Does he need to tattoo it on your forehead? Maybe a ring would work instead…

Tartaglia/Childe: 7/10

Chalk it up to his lack of emotional maturity, he gets jealous pretty easy, and he makes it well known to you and your little friend. Walks up behind you and makes it very obvious you are an item. A duo. Two peas in a pod. You get it buddy? Go away?? Still, he’s… nice enough about it. There’s a level of decorum he has… a level. It’s best to just pull him away quickly, or else he’ll get a little mean, and we don’t need this dog (fox?) barking do we?

Zhongli: 4/10

It may surprise you to see him be anything over a 2, but I believe old man’s still got it. Of course, he’s fairly chill, and he’s not the type to worry about anything like that too much. But, he does know what a prize you are. You caught the eye of the lord of geo, that little mark on your wrist proves it, you’re special. Others most certainly will agree, so he has to be wary. When he does have to “confront” an issue… he does so, so smoothly, you and the other party hardly realize he’s moved the conversation to another topic. Gramps still got that smoothness.

Kazuha: 2/10

Are we surprised guys. Kazuha wouldn’t bat an eye to any stranger you’re talking to, only gets concerned if they seem aggressive. He’s a gentle soul, and he knows what your relationship is. You can hold your own, and you’ll say no if you need to. You’re not an object to covet, you’re a person. His person. So no need to worry about anything like that. Still… he’s a little more willing to step in than Varka if he feels someone is being too pushy. Checks on you subtly, and watches the interaction with a careful eye. Just in case.

Tighnari: 7/10

You absolutely have to hear me out on him I’m begging. He’s a fairly laid back person, I don’t think he gets jealous often and he doesn’t mind strangers being a little friendly with you or you back to them. However, why I put him so high, is when he does get jealous? He’s insufferable. Blame it on genetics or whatever, but when he gets that itch in the back of his skull, he has to scratch it. Very much a “I’m part of this conversation now and I’m going to remind you about ten times that this is my partner and they’re not interested oh did i tell you this i my partner yet?” kind of guy. Also a little more touchy than usual. It’s embarrassing as hell, but it’s just how he is. You smile and laugh it off, so it can’t be so bad in the end.

Cyno: 4/10

*Points behind me* This guy, amirite? Cyno is less jealous more naturally protective. He always eyes new people around you with caution until he’s sure they’re not a threat to your wellbeing. That being said, the flirting tends to just be dismissed as harmless in his eyes. So what if they’re interested, so was he. He made the move, they didn’t. …They better not. He’ll keep an eye on them just a little longer, to make sure… Yeah, you might have to get this guy to chill a little. He’s (mostly) harmless, but that endless glare freaks everyone around you out.

Kaveh: 10000000000/10

Hates sharing your attention so much, oh my god he’s pathetic. He doesn’t really have much to call his own, but you are his partner, therefore he gets to be a little jealous about the people who approach you. He’s not subtle, though he thinks he is. Sliding up against you, cuddling you into his side with a huffy little glare. It’s so funny, like an angry little rabbit. Don’t tease him, though, he won’t like that. (Alhaitham points it out every time he does it, and every single time it starts a “fight”)

Wriothesley: 6/10

He’s not outward with it, but he gets jealous pretty easily. As the person he is, he feels there are things he can’t provide you with. Sun, being the main one, but among other things. So, when he sees a relatively normal guy with a normal house and a normal job in the regular old city… he gets a little nervous. Of course, you’d never do that to him. But… well… he wouldn’t blame you for wanting a normal life. Just kind of watches the interacting with a patient stare, smiles at you when you’re done. He won’t mention it unless you notice, but he’s honest too. Figures it’s better you know than not. Give him a hug, won’t you…?

Neuvillette: 9/10

Doesn’t clock that he’s jealous, that bothers him more. Unnamed emotion he doesn’t understand haunting him like a goddamn ghost. He just knows he doesn’t like when the secretary touches your shoulder, or when the cafe owner speaks to you in such a soft affectionate voice. Never asserts himself either, just stands by and watches… wondering why he’s so… irritated by the sight. When he finally asks Wriothesley, it bothers him even more to know he is jealous. Jealous of what? You are already his. But, unfortunately, emotion doesn’t like his logic, so he stews in his jealousy quietly until your attention is back on him.

Ifa: 5/10

True Neutral. Does get jealous, doesn’t like to act on it. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, he’s not gonna cause a scene over a little friendliness. Again, he’s the type to sit on the side and watch with a passive expression. Waits for you to come back to him, then he’ll tell you he didn’t really like that person. If they keep you too long, he’ll make himself part of the conversation, but won’t do much else unless they’re touchy or pushy. Pretty relaxed and mature about it, all things considered.

Kinich: 1/10

I don’t think he thinks about it. I mean like, really. I don’t think he cares enough about the other person to really consider them a “threat” of any kind. He might recognize “Hey that’s a weird thing to say,” but if it doesn’t bother you it doesn’t bother him. Usually him just being there is enough to scare the other person off. His stare is intense when paired with his silence. Still, if they’re being too pushy, he’ll just bluntly ask what exactly they’re doing and why. Pretty effective for scaring the rest off.

Flins: 3/10

I think he would find “jealousy” a funny feeling, if he felt it much at all. Very much the type to stand to the side in bemusement of the offender. His eyes crinkle in this creepy way as he does, simply observing with delight as you give them nothing to work with. Of course, as anyone does, he doesn’t like seeing others flirt with you… but you can handle your own. And if you can’t? Don’t worry, Flins is more than able to spook any strangers from your side. All as long as you turn your pretty, praise filled smile his way.

Dottore: 9/10

Feels the jealousy, doesn’t like to acknowledge it. As I said before, I don’t believe he gets jealous all that often, because he genuinely believes he is the most superior partner for you… But when he does, he’s quite nasty about it. He’s never above underhanded tactics to get your other suitor away from you. He’ll play the long game, just to see how much hope he can give them before it’s squashed without a second thought. Very much will limit your “freedoms” (aka, get in your way when you have plans by distracting or other methods) just enough to feel you and the other party separate. He’s not much for sharing outside of himself and a special someone else.

[meowdei]

unexpected audience — ft. kyryll chudomirovich flins

synopsis: flins is good at fucking you—you know that, and he knows that, too. it doesn’t hurt if maybe the ghosts are also made aware

before you read. ❤︎ 2k word count ; female reader ; established relationship ; smut — mdni ; exhibitionism ; mating press ; unprotected sex ; creampie ; praise ; i have no dignity left from writing this so i could not bear to proof read lol </3

commentary. ❤︎ i have no comments i would just like to say everyone should block @luffysprincess and @neiptune while you have the chance there is pure evil in their dna’s

Your favorite thing about Flins is how good he is at talking. Ironically, your least favorite thing is also how good he is at talking.

You don’t like how convincing he can be. (But then again, it’s rather enjoyable when he’s…well, convincing. You don’t ever have a bad time.)

“How lucky I am,” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the column of your throat. He inhales. It’s a sweet scent—the smell of your sweat and your lingering perfume. He likes when he gets to breathe it in right here as his hands dig into your thighs and press your knees closer to your chest. “Aren’t you just a marvelous sight? Breathtaking as always, my light.”

“H-how would you know,” you stutter, “it’s dark—would it kill you to have some more light in here?”

He chuckles.

“Is it? But I can see you just fine,” he murmurs. He rolls his hips once more—the thick, warm girth of his cock dragging along your walls once more and building the pressure in your core with just a little more friction. You whine, and he grins with a little too much satisfaction. “Your face is glowing, did you know? And there’s that divine little way you scrunch your nose—I can see it all clearly. Oh, and we mustn’t forget the way your lips part when you say my name. Wouldn’t you be so kind as to say it once more? For me?”

You’d call him evil if you had the clarity. Instead, you cry, “F-flins,” with a sharp gasp as the tip of his cock slams against a particularly sweet spot at the back of your walls.

He knows that spot a little too well. It’s a little too familiar, and he never fails to remind you that he knows exactly where you need him to fall apart.

“Ah, there it is,” he says happily, “a precious sound, indeed. I envy anyone who gets to hear your voice utter their name—would it be selfish if I asked you to only say mine?” His tone enough makes you feel praised—something you crave a little too much when it comes to him. You like when he’s happy with you. He gives you plenty of honeyed, sugared words when he is. Words that make you so quick to become pliant and weak under his touch.

Spread your legs a little wider for me, darling—you know how beautiful you are when you do. Somehow, you always do when he asks. Ah-ah, don’t hide your face—let me see how you look when you come undone, won’t you? I craved seeing you all day. You can’t bring yourself to hide your face when he asks so politely. Give me one more, my light—you can, can’t you? You always do. And just like that, you’re caving and bending for his whims once more.

It’s easy for Flins to fuck you. He’s good at it when he does, and you can’t ever say no when he wants to. (Because you always want it, too, your heart tells you. No, he’s just very, very good at being convincing, your mind argues). But it’s easy. You make it easy for him to bed you, and he makes it easy for it to be worth it.

His fingers brush along your lower belly. The skin is smooth as silk and he traces it like he worships the feeling of you under his touch. Slow. Careful. Deliberate. Every second his fingertips trace along your body, you feel a dizzying heat of his touch mapping your body out.

And then it finds its way between your legs, right above where he has you split open on his thick length. His thumb latches onto your clit, rubbing precise circles that make your back arch upward—his other hand his quick to plant itself at the small of your back, cradling your body as you mewl.

“You seem to rather enjoy that, don’t you, my darling?” He coos, “Shall I keep it up? Touching you here?”

Another quick circle onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s perfectly timed with a sharp roll of his hips, his tip bullying past your folds. It’s messy—there’s a pool of your slick at the base of his cock, and it’s smeared along your inner thighs. He made a good point of bringing it to your attention, too—my, what a pleasant mess I am greeted with, my dear. Surely I haven’t earned such an eager response from your body with so little? We’ve hardly begun.

Smug. He’s so, irritatingly smug with words dipped in gold. They’re soft and precious and rich the more pure they are, and they lure you in with greed. And you fall for it every time.

Every damn time.

“Close,” you pant, voice a breathless whisper, “s-so close, Flins—th-think…think m’bout to cum—”

He groans at that. He’s good at charming you, but he’s not immune to that effortless charm of your own. You don’t even know it, he thinks—you don’t even know that you have him wrapped around those pretty little fingers without even trying.

His cock does a twitch. He’s close too—you know because there’s a small change in his pace. A touch sloppier. A little less rhythmic with the way he drills into you. A little more desperate as he chases the friction of dragging every ridge and every vein along your slick heat.

You hum a little, grinning to yourself as you pull him down and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips into a wet, messy kiss. Your walls clench around him, and he groans into your mouth, making a soft, low sound that you drink up greedily.

“Does that feel good?” You whisper.

“Must I elaborate such obvious things?” He asks roughly.

“Won’t you indulge me with your usual sweetness?” You plead.

He’s weak—for you, he is. So he groans once more, heavy and labored breaths fanning across your lips as he feels the tight, warm squeeze of your walls around his cock. It’s good—so good, in fact, that he’s almost at a loss for words. (A miracle in and of itself, he thinks. Flins is hardly at a loss for words—he’s quite good at articulating what he wants to say, in fact).

“Well, if I must—yes. You do feel good,” he pants, voice breaking just a fraction as your walls flutter around the throbbing cock that bullies into you. “You…you are a wonder—so soft and sweet and exquisite. I fear one day I may wake up and find you gone. A figment of my imagination. You’d never let that happen, would you my dear?”

“N-no,” you whine, breath getting heavier as the familiar build up creeps up on you. “Never…n-never leaving.”

“An undeniable relief,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I was almost worried—”

He cuts off his own words the second he senses it. Flins can sense things a little quicker than you.

There’s a creak in the door. There’s a weird howl in the wind. There are the faintest, quietest echoes of what sounds like footsteps.

You think you’re imagining it. He knows a little better than that.

It’s not like you can pay it much mind—you’re in a bit of a predicament yourself to pay too much attention to your surroundings. One particularly harsh thrust of his hips, and you forget what you were thinking in the first place.

He tends to do that to you.

“What utterly unremarkable timing,” he almost grumbles. “I always thought my neighbors to be a little more…considerate.”

Flins lives alone on this small little island that he calls home. He keeps to himself. There are no signs of life apart from him and you and the frostlamp flowers that grow along the cemetery. There are no neighbors…unless he means the ghosts.

And then you notice it—the pair of eyes in the corner. The other right beside the first. The pair in the distance to your left and the one that’s a little closer to your right. They watch you carefully, watch the way your knees are folded to press you in half and the way his cock disappears and reappears every time he practically pulls out just to slide back into you all the way. You’re sure they take note of the way his hand—free of gloves for now, has a persistent thumb attached to your clit with those harsh circles that make you dizzy.

It feels shameful, having the dead watch you this way. It feels almost like they are mocking the way you are so alive—watching the way your heart is erratic and your body is worked up to such a heightened state.

“W-wait,” you gasp, “there’s p-people—”

“Yes, it would appear we have an audience,” he clicks his teeth, “how impolite. I don’t appreciate sharing—selfish as it may seem.”

“We should stop—they’ll s-see—”

“Then show them, my darling,” he leans down and presses a soft, delicate scatter of kisses along your jaw. “Perhaps they only wish to watch, don’t they?” His voice is almost a purr now, wicked and low. Still dangerously sweet. His hips snap into you harder, forcing you to take every inch. “Show them how beautiful you are when you come apart.”

Your protest dies in your throat when his thumb grinds cruelly once more over your clit, dragging tight circles that make your thighs shake. You can feel every stare searing through you, their hollow eyes fixed on where you’re split wide open around him. Shame burns in your chest—but it only makes the heat in your belly throb sharper, dirtier.

“Flins—ah, f-fuck—” you choke on your own words when he pulls almost all the way out—but you don’t mourn the loss of him filling you when he slams back to the hilt, the sound wet and obscene in his quiet home in the graveyard. His hand presses at your lower belly, holding you in place, making you feel how he fills you up inside. “They’re—they’re going to see me—”

“Let them,” he sings against your ear, biting at your lobe. “Let them envy what it means to have a pulse. Let them watch you bleed with pleasure.” His thumb flicks faster—it’s almost merciless, and you’re keening now, arching shamelessly so every phantom eye can see how your body reacts and begs for more.

You’re dizzy, your thighs are quivering, and your chest is heaving as you writhe under his touch. He pistons into you like he means to fuck you straight through the earth, the rich soil that houses his troublesome neighbors that don’t know to mind their business. He’s good at dragging the sounds out of your throat no matter how you try to swallow them—no matter how much dignity you try to preserve. His pace is too brutal, too expert at making you lose composure to keep it together in front of your….unexpected audience.

Finally, with a sharp cry, you’re breaking apart around him. You can feel your walls spasming around him with your release, wet and gushing over his cock. He hisses when you clamp down around him, thrusting deeper and rutting until he shudders inside you, spilling hot and thick ropes of cum while his teeth sink into your neck.

“P-perhaps one of these days you’ll kill me, too,” his voice cracks, “and I’ll join our intruders in the land of the dead with how you make my heart stop.”

“Flins,” you sob—it’s all you can manage to utter. All you can bring your incoherent mind to piece together as your nails press angrily into his shoulders and make bright red indents bloom into his skin. “F-feels…feels so good.”

“I’m sure they are aware,” he chuckles, “it’s written all over your face, my dear.”

He sounds a little satisfied with that. With the fact that there is a population of people—dead, of course, but a population all the same—that knows how good he is at fucking you. At making you fall apart around his cock and scream his name and weaken in his arms.

When you come down from your sigh, both trembling in the aftermath, he doesn’t let you hide. You try to pull hims down and bury your face into his neck, but he resists—instead, he drags your chin up so you’re looking directly at him, face fully on display. He’s still deep inside of you—and you’re still full of him, still stretched and dripping with his release.

“I believe they had a proper view, wouldn’t you say?” His voice hoarse but laced with triumph. “Even the dead cannot argue that I know your body better than anyone.”

Well .

[yurunivo]

Ass, tits or thighs? (Ft nod krai cast) (Typical warnings of NSFW, fem!reader, mentions of a lactation kink in Albedo's, possible OOC for all of them. Fight me all you want in the comments if you want. English is not my first language)

(this plot is so overused. Does that mean I care? No, I'll do whatever I want so just enjoy my analysis or whatever)

Varka: Ass

He'd be super embarrassed about this question and probably blurt out "personality" or something like that. A knight shouldn't be so improper with his lover! But sometimes you see him staring a little too long on your behind for it to be a "friendly" look when you bend over to pick something up. If he's ever holding you close to him, his hands are always on the hips or waist, just close enough to your ass but never doing anything until you ask. Basically cock blocking himself lmao

Flins: Thighs

Also the type to say "personality" but more of an endearing way than anything else. Probably be like "you are so enchanting, how could I pick just one?" So he says personality instead. Though, he's never one to complain if he gets a nice shot of your thighs, doesn't care if they're small or big. He seems like the type of guy to enjoy giving oral, so having your thighs around his head is probably a fantasy of his.

Nefer: tits

Not ashamed of her answer, and it was quite obvious. She doesn't care about your body type either. If you're flat, she likes pinching and playing with your nipples from underneath your shirt, perhaps dragging her fingers along your areola. If you're well endowed she prefers to squish your tits between her fingers to relieve stress. One thing's for certain, with those claws on her fingers your skin will hurt and look red. Good thing she has her mouth to help.

Lauma: tits

Unlike Nefer, she prefers to admire your body from afar more than anything, and she is most importantly not crude. She likes laying her head on your chest regardless if your tits are big or not. If you're ever sore she likes massaging them within her fingers, but she'll never go past your boundaries. Though, if you ask her to take a step further she wouldn't mind, after all she does have a few fantasies and needs of her own.

Nicole: thighs

If you ever asked her this question, she'd at first go on a tangent about how human evolution evolved and why we find such body parts appealing despite them being storehouses of fat for the most part. If you ask her to give a straight answer she'd say thighs. She likes it when you wear shorts, maybe when you sit down and they seem to look bigger. Regardless of their size she likes to lay her head down there and stare up at you whilst yapping about another topic. If she feels cheeky she might bite.

Alice: ass

Practically has an obsession with slapping your ass, with how red it gets from her fondling sometimes. Especially likes it if you wear a tight dress or shorts, she just loveees admiring your figure. She may be busy but that won't exactly stop her from meeting you often enough to eye-fuck you. If you have a tattoo on your lower back best believe she's kissing that senseless. Other than that, she prefers to bend you over with her strap and take you from behind.

Arlecchino: thighs

You're often the one straddling her waist while she does her paperwork, and her hands always find themselves digging into your thighs. She'll stop if it hurts, but gods does she love looking at your legs when they're properly marked by her fingers. If she's eating you out expect plenty of teeth marks around your inner thigh. When she's holding you by your waist, she finds her fingers drawing circles on your hip, to outer thigh. Also likes the feeling of control when her hands spread your thighs open.

Columbina: tits

She takes a long time to think about it, especially since she likes all parts of you and never bothered to think about these sexual questions. She eventually says tits because they're the closest to your heart. She spends the time with you mostly listening to your heartbeat, so she finds it fair to prefer your tits. If anything else, you'll sometimes find her either squeezing or pinching your nipples since she's interested on your reactions and how they feel in her palm.

Illuga: tits

He'll freak out at first if you ever ask and refuse to answer. Though, he stares at your chest a lot more than what is necessary. If you have a gap between your tits, he likes fixating on that for whatever reason, especially when he can see that gap from your top. If you don't have a gap, that's fine too because he'll still be staring at how much space your breasts take. If you allow him to touch he'd probably do it once before chickening out. If you offer a titjob he's practically jello in your arms.

Sandrone: no preference

It's either she doesn't care or she cares for all parts of you equally. There's no real problem for her anyway, she takes what's most convenient. If you're cuddling with her her hands will rest on your tits. If you're standing beside her (with no one around) she'll place a hand on her ass. She likes observing how your thighs enlarge when you sit. You can please her with almost anything.

Dottore: different per segment.

Webtorre likes your tits, Omega your ass and prime your thighs. Though, if you attempt to seduce the different versions of him with any one, it will work. Webtorre will be the more eager of the three to grab a hold of your tits. Omega usually just takes whatever chance he gets and places a hand on your ass whenever he gets the opportunity of your bending over. Prime prefers it when you're cockwarming him and your thighs wrap around his waist. He gets hard just from the feeling of your thighs.

Wanderer: no preference

Also another one that doesn't care. If he's carrying you while he's flying, his hand will subtly palm your thighs. Time to time he listens to your heartbeat, so the cushioning on your chest is appreciated. If you don't have any, that's fine too. His hands are (for the most part) on your ass when you're walking together with no one around. He's not overtly dirty too, if you don't like it then he'll immediately stop.

Albedo: tits

I know that for most of the characters you've seen me saying tits but it's more true for him than ever. He feels like the type of guy to have a lactation kink to be honest. Like, he'd research it for normal purposes and be completely normal about it but it will eventually grow on him. If you're ever pregnant with his kid he will suck your tits at least once for a taste. He's very gentle otherwise, compared to a certain Nefer.

[burtymunchr]

I was watching flins VA play genshin and he said "could i get some uppies please" on Flins voice and i imagined flins and it was the cutest thing ever omg😭😭😭😭 i had to draw it

[dilukat]

dick headcanons ౨ৎ

ft. diluc, varka, kaeya, cyno, flins, wriothesley, childe, heizou, kinich / 18+ mdni

notes. in celebration of me getting my 1st diluc after 4+ years of playing, let’s see what he and the rest of our favourite genshin guys are packing AMIRIGHT??? first post kinda shy ,, should i do a part two

— DILUC's cock is a sight that makes your breath hitch, thick and long enough to stretch you wide as he presses the flushed fat tip against your entrance, the deep red blush spreading from the swollen head down the veined shaft like he's holding back a fire. you're already trembling when he sinks in slowly, every inch of his girth parting your walls with a delicious burn that has you clutching at his shoulders, his length filling you so completely that you feel him in your core. he's no grower, always half-hard from the mere thought of you, but he uses it with deliberate control, thrusting deep and steady to build heat until you're both lost in the rhythm.

“feel how much i need you,” he murmurs, voice rough as he bottoms out.

— VARKA’s massive length dwarfs everything else, so thick and big that you wonder how your body even accommodates it, the head nudging insistently at your slick folds while veins bulge along the shaft like ropes under taut skin, pulsing with his fastened heartbeat. he eases in with a groan, the girth splitting you open inch by agonizing inch, your pussy clenching around the invasion as if trying to hold on, and yet the stretch turns to pleasure when he starts to move, using his enormous cock to claim every part of you in powerful and unyielding strokes that leave you gasping and full.

“take it all for me, juuust like that,” he rumbles, hips snapping forward.

— KAEYA’s cock slides into view long and skinny, curving slightly to the left with a uniform tan hue that doesn't flush no matter how aroused he gets, the smooth length gliding against your thigh before he aligns it with your heat. it's not overwhelming in girth but hits all those spots inside you that make stars burst behind your eyes. he wields it with such teasing precision, angling the subtle lean to drag along your inner walls, drawing out your moans as he fucks you almost languidly, savoring every quiver.

“you just love how i reach there, don't you?” he whispers, smirking as he grinds deeper.

— CYNO's arousal builds fast. he's a true grower that swells to a relatively thick tan shaft veined subtly along its length, the tip darkening as he hardens fully before pushing into your waiting pussy with honest aggressive intent. he doesn't ease in—he thrusts hard from the start, the girth pounding against your depths, your body jolting with each forceful entry as he grips your hips, using his cock like a weapon to dominate and overwhelm, leaving you sore and satisfied in the aftermath of only the first round.

“you're mine to fuck however i want,” he growls, slamming home.

— FLINS boasts the longest cock among them, skinny and pale with a light, almost purplish blush tinting the tip and faint veins tracing its endless length, coiling around your fingers when you stroke it before he guides it to your entrance. it sinks in deep, impossibly so, filling you from the front to the back in one smooth glide that has your toes curling, and he uses it to explore every hidden spot, thrusting with an even, elegant rhythm to slowly build waves of ecstasy that crash over you endlessly.

“let me go even deeper inside you,” he breathes, inching further.

— WRIOTHESLEY's cock is a thick beast, pretty long too with a tip so fat it flares wide like a mushroom cap, pressing against your lips before he feeds it into your mouth, the girth stretching your jaw as veins throb under your tongue. when he finally enters your pussy, his swollen head pops past your rim and the length follows, stuffing you full with heavy, deliberate pumps that make your walls flutter wildly, his powerful thickness overwhelming you completely.

“swallow every bit of this fat cock,” he commands, voice low and gravelly.

— CHILDE's oh so long and relatively fat cock blushes a vivid pink across its freckled surface, the scattered spots dotting the shaft like stars as it twitches against your belly, hardening fully before he notches it at your core. he drives in with eager energy, the girth spreading you open while the length reaches deep, his hold on your waist tightening with each passionate thrust, using it to chase mutual pleasure in wild bursts that leave you both breathless and marked.

“look at how it blushes just for you,” he laughs softly, plunging in.

— HEIZOU might be a grower on the smaller side, but once it thickens to its full potential, his fat tip becomes his favorite tool, teasing your clit with lazy circles before dipping just the head inside your pussy, making you beg for more. he knows exactly how to use it, angling those shallow thrusts to rub your sensitive spots relentlessly, the girth of the tip stretching you teasingly as he builds your desperation with skilled, playful control.

“not yet—i wanna see what makes you tick first,” he teases, nudging insistently.

— KINICH strikes the golden middle, perfectly balanced length and girth with a smooth, warm shaft that fits you like it was made for this, sliding into your soaked heat with confident ease as veins pulse faintly under the skin. he wields it masterfully, varying his pace from slow grinds that savor the connection to quick snaps that hit just right, drawing out your gasps and shudders with intuitive precision that heightens every sensation.

“i'll make you come undone perfectly,” he promises, thrusting true.

© do not copy, translate, repost or pass my works off as your own.

[parttimefae]

YOU MISS 100% OF THE SHOTS YOU DON’T TAKE

you think he’s terribly annoying… pff he totally doesn’t care…right?

CHARACTERS [seperate] varka, flins, wanderer, lohen

WARNINGS suggestiveness !!!! flins makes innuendos, trigger warning for second hand embarrassment in wanderers ngl, lohen’s a little weird, kay? is he considered a yandere idfk im not well versed enough in that but he is pretty obsessed with reader

NOTES writing before lohens release so take his characterization with a heap of salt. also ignore typos this was written off of a blunt lmao.

fem!reader !!! she/her pronouns are used

VARKA

if you could use one word to describe grandmaster varka it would be irritating.

blowing away and splattering all the food you’re delivering with his vision accidentally while playing around with klee? irritating. getting down on his knees, kissing your hand and swearing on his knighthood he’s sorry in front of everyone in mondstadt’s square? even more irritating. spilling his ginormous cup of beer on your dress when you happen to both be out at the same time—do you even need to say it? it’s irritating.

you appreciate what he does as a grandmaster for the greater people of mondstadt but barbatos does he hinder your life. if anyone asked you, you’d prefer to stray away from wherever he ends up.

he feels contrary to you. he thinks you’re fascinating. gorgeous, pristine, kind-hearted, intelligent, and by the archons does he love your cooking at the good hunter. he’s irrevocably endeared with you. if anyone were to ask him, he’d say he’d like to be (honored to be) in your presence constantly. it really is a shame his motor and social skills run out the window whenever you’re around. i mean the only reason he vision-malfunctioned was because his brain dead-stopped seeing you looking all pretty. he may be the grandmaster and greatest hero of mondstadt but he is a man after all. at least that’s how he sees it.

he’s aware you don’t like hate him, he’s aware his initial attempt at your forgiveness made you more embarrassed and upset than you already were, but if he’s one thing, it’s an alcoholic perseverant. so he will try everything in his power to win you over!

carrying bags? he’ll swing by and take those off your hands…maybe flex his muscles a little bit in front of you too but that’s totally unintentional. worried about creeps on your walk home before leaving the angel’s share? diluc move, varka’ll walk you back! believe me if you barged into the KoF headquarters and asked him to do something, he’d drop all his work in an instant to get it done… just please don’t hate him anymore.

you essentially have him on a leash, at least that’s what diluc tells you while sliding you over a drink.

you hate to admit that he is useful…sometimes.

you’re coming back to mondstadt with a delivery payment when hillichurls corner you halfway back. shit. you’re mulling over what the fuck do do when a slice of air flies past you and the hillichurls dissipate at the hands of two greatswords before you can even process it.

there’s the grand master, broad shoulders, scruffy blond hair and all, standing before you and towering over your frame.

“are you alright, ma’am?” he asks, voice laced with concern. of course he still insists upon calling you ma’am.

you mutter something’s small about being fine, flustered with how his bright blue eyes and annoyingly cute dimples stare down at you.

“well then it seems my job here is done. would you like me to walk you back to the city, ma’am?”

“i-it’s fine—just thank you.” you probably look like an idiot right now, craning your neck to look up at him and a stupid awkward grimace because you’re flustered. curse varka and his endearing smile. curse him especially for what you do next—varka’s fault of course. you shift all your weight to your tippie-toes and lean upwards just in time to kiss him on his cheek, right beneath his most prominent scar. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so flustered.

he tries to say something but mumbled gibberish just comes out. his skin flushes marinara sauce red, his hands tense up and twitch, his stupid smirk transforms into a nervous awestruck half smile like a bee-stung dog.

you turn and walk away, just as flustered as he, muttering a barely coherent, “bye, sir varka.” and he just stands there like an idiot, hands still twitching and wandering randomly like he doesn’t know what to do with them (he’s nervy okay). by the time his hands finally know what to do, one of them drifts up to trace over where you kissed (blessed him essentially) his cheek like he’s not sure if you just did that. you did. he knows this is not very knightly language but holy shit.

no one’s sure why but the grandmaster seems to be in extra good spirits the following week.

FLINS

you swear to the archons flins was put on teyvat specifically to frustrate you.

him and his stupid flirty comments, stupidly handsome face you roll your eyes at, his ‘gentlemanly’ demeanor and his incredibly long eyelashes you’re honestly kinda jealous of. they’re all exceptionally frustrating.

if you hear “m’lady” or “allow me” (typically as he redirects you from a gathering of wild hunt and insists upon protecting you) in that smooth, droning voice again you’ll send his pasty ass back to snezhnaya yourself.

and the insistence upon taking your hand as he leads you back to the nearest area cleared of the wild hunt before returning to his post is absurd.

oh and then there’s the rather suggestive and frankly embarrassing comments.

arguing about how you are able to defend yourself and aren’t his damsel in distress to project his savior complex on— “solving this dilemma will not be hard. i believe i can satisfy your nerves in many, many ways m’lady.”

disgusted by the smell of fire-water on his breath as you both end up at the flagship coincidentally— “my apologies, miss. i did not think i was close enough to you for you to catch a whiff of my breath,” he laughs in a low drawl that upsets you further. “and to think i was mulling over getting closer.” i mean what the hell does that mean ???

him jumping in and saving you from those weird abyssal eyes—“as expected, i’m sure you’re a commodity to all eyes.”

and every single time he chuckles as you fluster and snap your head away, still staring at you with those bright yellow eyes that occasionally drift lower as you look away. that stupid chuckle that makes you feel halfway to hell. and the immediate follow up of “i assure you i do not intend to mock you.” yeah, right.

yeah, the ‘gentleman act’? you’re not buying it. you find the act unbearable, especially when he’s constantly following you around.

patrolling? flins somehow find himself there, claiming he’ll help since it’s his ‘downtime’. isn’t he supposed to be working constantly?

“it’s quite disheartening to see your distain for me. i presumed i’d grow on you but you still drive me away.”

“well i’d like you much better if you stopped following me around everywhere like a lost puppy.”

“i admit i have an affinity for you, i think anybody can assume that much.”

“well your mocking laughter and judgmental stares don’t convey that, sir flins.”

“i can assure you the looks are not judgemental, it’s placed in admiration, m’lady.” he pauses. “and you may call me kyryll, i insist.”

you stutter, flustered from him again. “shut up! go patrol on that side if you’d like to be in my good graces.”

“as you wish, m’lady.”

“stop calling me that!”

you’re still under the assumption he does this purely to annoy you, maybe one day you’ll realize he just wants that cookie so effing bad.

WANDERER

he does NOT care what you think about him… okay maybe he does… just a little bit tho. and he will NEVER admit it.

you’re a fellow student at the akademiya who is honestly fed up with his terribly annoying ego. he acts as if he’s entitled to something—as if he was like an important figure in an important organization at one point… like??

his fuckass hat and his even worse ego drive you especially mad when you’re assigned to peer review each other and he’s so pissy the whole time.

unbeknownst to you he’s not that big of a dick, close to half of it is a little tsundere persona to make you think he’s just playing hard to get. that way, he won’t have to do all the cringy “asking each other out” and, what he calls “ushy mushy romantic” things. ew.

so instead he’s spewing things like, “how in teyvat did you even get through the entrance exam if this is how your work looks?”

“you might aswell start over.”

he knows your work is good, probably better than his, but he’s trying to play hard to get—don’t you get it? unfortunately you don’t and you are sick of it.

“you know, wanderer, maybe if you got rid of that sorry excuse for a haircut you could get women on your dick and stop taking out all your frustrations on my work.” and then you storm out… babe not acquired :/ and wait—is his haircut really that bad? aunty nahida said he looked handsome… :(((

maybe that’s when he realizes he’s being a little too harsh and that his little tsundere act to try and get you to be into him won’t work.

he physically cannot ask anyone else for relationship advice out of embarrassment though so he will suffer in silence (he’s dramatic it’s really not that bad) for a while.

right up until the archons themselves bless him and give you two a group project together (along with other people but they don’t really matter to him). unfortunately, after your last interactions you want utterly nothing to do with him. his extremely blunt and non constructive criticism from before has in fact bit him in the ass.

maybe he needs to swallow his pride and ask for advice—not maybe, he does. but archons this really sucks. so he sends an anonymous letter to yae publishing house, apparently his mom’s girlfriend is pretty good in this whole romance thing so maybe she’ll help.

he gets his advice… it just turns out this influenced yae miko to develop a new short romance gl novel based on this experience. sure, nobody knows the new best seller is based on his (non-existent) romance scene and now turned lesbian but he can’t help but be embarrassed every time he sees it sitting shelved in a stall.

he takes the advice, leaves a corny letter by your apartment door step (in which he bolted away from incase anybody saw him) and said an…APOLOGY. very rare from him so you better not take this for granted. he felt so goddamn embarrassed the next time he saw you on campus—so embarrassed he was actually begging the archons that someone kills him when you greeted him.

you will unfortunately have to be the one to ask him out though—he just gets so nervy!! he ignored that part of the advice from the letter—and the part suggesting he grip your thigh to ‘assert dominance’ ??? what type of things are her and his mom into ?yuck! but he will be so corny the whole time you’re out on your first date. guy is tryna act like a nonchalant cool guy the whole time it’s like actually embarrassing. but it’s even more embarrassing when he gets flustered or asked something he didn’t rehearse in the mirror beforehand.

“so, wanderer, what do you like to do?”

“i don’t like a lot of things.”

“am i one of them?”

“uh..um—y-yeah, sure.” (picture this with a voice crack halfway through i’m dying)

somehow he does manage to bag you—probably only because of his face because archons does this man not know how to smooth talk.

he’d like to thank himself, kinda yae miko and a first date tips book he discretely took and returned to/from the akademiya library.

LOHEN

this vice captain has it BAD for you, his subordinate, and frankly it’s bad for you because of how much he follows you around like an annoying bug. as in an annoying fly that won’t go away and continues to buzz around in your face.

make a suggestion that he really has no business listening to as your superior? you’re immediately getting hit back with a, “yes! what an amazing idea!” running a secret mondstadt holiday gift exchange? he will purposefully pick your name and go way above the suggested mora pricing. on that note i think he’d be so upset if you got another person—worse enough another man that’s TALLER </3. and yes on every single matter he will default to your opinion !

i’d assume everybody else is probably terribly annoyed with his very clear favoritism…including you. he thinks he’s being so romantic and so sweet, meanwhile you’re like “huh?” every time he follows you around like a golden retriever, or more accurately a weird, scruffy little stray husky that you fed crumbs once and keeps coming back to your door step.

makes it so clear he wants you around. he is so damn insistent you’re free to come to his office with any questions whenever—code for: “please please please come to my office oh barbatos if you love me she’ll come to my office and she’ll profess her love to me”

unfortunately for him when you actually do go to his office, it’s to tell him to not be so clear with his favoritism as your colleagues and comrades have started to hate you. aw man :(((

he infact does not stop though because he #wantsthatcookie. and like c’mon can you just do that professing love thing already—does barbatos really not love him :/ he’s already defeated and brought back a ruin guard’s part for you, claiming it was “out of appreciation for his hardest working subordinate”, isn’t that romantic enough ? you stared at him and asked why he thought you would like that. hmm maybe he should try more conventional gifts.

eventually somebody has to sit him down and tell him that showing his very obvious obsession with you in all the ways he does will not get him the girl. okay fine whatever he’ll try “asking you on a date” eyeroll. and “not following you around begging for your attention” ughh. fine.

believe his surprise when you actually like it better when he’s normal about you. he even heard through the grapevine you said he’s looked “better” lately. now you blush and happily accept when he offers to take you out for drinks. was it really that simple from the start? (yes it really was)

that whole night he’s just talking your ear off but it’s honestly kind of… endearing? it’s like if that stray little husky got his coat washed and groomed.

the night ends with a kiss on his cheek and oh my archons he’s over the moon. guys fighting demons to not act all obsessed again—keyword act. this man would let you feed him to wolves of wolvendom and like it.

but he does use his weirdo rizz on you and it does work. not even satirically, surprise to everybody, he does end up with the girl—so fuck you to barbatos and everyone else that doubted him. you are in for a RIDE once you’re together. do not expect to be separated from him at all. and now he actually has an excuse to be completely off his rocker when another person talks to you. his nightmares probably consist of you going on an expedition with another man honestly.

[limeiryll]

“your bones are arranged in such aesthetically pleasing structure, i do not think i could rearrange it to make it any better.”

“… what?”

has your boyfriend been tainted by abyssal corruption? you reach up— it takes a significant effort to hold yourself back from chuckling when you see him immediately lean down in response, expecting headpats like a poor, touch-starved dog— and your hand lands on his forehead.

cold.

perfectly normal, then.

“your hands are very soft and warm, as always,” he hums, leaning onto your palm with a contented hum, “i have always enjoyed the feeling of them carrying me in my lantern form. perhaps the sense of safety is what a kitten feels when they are being carried by their scruff by their mother cat.”

“that’s an adorable analogy, but seriously, what's going on? are you drunk?” you snort and gave him a chaste peck on his lips. hm. nope, no scent of wine.

kyryll smiles. you blink and try to push the flowering blooms away from the edges of your vision. stop that, my mad(ly in love) brain.

“on your love? indeed, it seems i am.”

ah, you roll your eyes in full understanding, your adorable fairy was just trying to flirt. again.

[belovedren]

#𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘 ◽

Imagine you got isekaid as the villainess who was very obsessive over the male lead and now you are inhabited in the body of the villainess, to avoid certain death you choose to stay out of the plot but now the male lead is obsessed with you.

Do I creep you out? Do I creep you out? Do I creep you out? Do I creep you out?

Yandere HSR/GENSHIN x reader ( Phainon, Dr ratio, ashveil, varka, Wriothesely, flins )

#PHAINON

You were Isekai into the body of the villainess who has an obsession towards the knight phainon, the villainess was a monarch of a country who threatened the main characters if they didn't give up phainon to them–they would pull a full fledged war.

In the end the villainess was executed by burning at the stake, and the heroes live happily ever after. So to avoid that painful death, your first decision as a monarch is to pull away from everything–as well as throwing the portraits and statues that the villainess build for phainon to the fire.

The nation and the staff palace are shocked by the sudden changes in their monarch, originally their monarch was a love sick fool to an actual empress–you send a peace treaty towards okhema saying that you will not threaten them and would turn a new lead not bothering them anymore.

Meanwhile at okhema, phainon and the rest of the chrysos heirs did not believe it but 2 weeks later of you not showing any sign of your old obsession is gone and the realm becomes peaceful they started to believe that you are turning to a new lead.

Phainon was shocked by the sudden change, but it's certainly good at first for him... After 6 months of not receiving any affection from you as well as news of you planning on marriage, he did not believe it. You plague his mind, is this one of your tricks or is it really what you're planning–leaving him behind and finding another. Recently you've been receiving letters of a deranged hand writing calling you a traitor or excusing you of lying to them about how you used to tell them that you promised to love them, imagine your shock when phainon decided to come to your wedding with the intention of winning your love.

#DR RATIO

You were born as the villainess and rival of Dr ratio who has an obsession with beating him, the villainess is an accomplished scientist who believes herself was superior towards others due to her intelligence so she would target those she believes that are not worthy of Dr ratio presence.

Your end was for you to finally be killed by ratio for kidnapping the female lead and that's the end, but since you wake up in the scientist body–you wish to avoid dying alone again, your ultimate decision was to not bother anyone.

Since the villainess job is a top researcher you fully know that you won't be able to not look suspicious due to you never once be interested in science –your decision to resign would immediately shake everyone at your work place heck even ratio.

When you are packing your stuff, veritas come to confront you asking if these are one of your stunts to get his attention. But you answer every of his questions truthfully, giving out the impression that you simply gave up–but every time you answer, veritas can be seen getting more irritated.

In the end you left as well as apologizing towards the other people who the villainess did wrong, unfounded veritas weren't so happy about this. Sure you were not gone just turning a new lead, you and him would bond over science. After a week veritas cannot take it anymore and wish to bring you back, he's gonna search for you non stop. He was sad he lost a rival, but he also lost someone that can understand him completely and since you gave up, he's gonna come over and knock some sense to you.

#ASHVEIL

You were transmigrated to your favorite light novel as the villainess, it was a light novel that focuses on mystery. It was about a detective ashveil and how the villainess is a who was obsessed with him previously his partner, but ashveil isn't so innocent as well.

In the end you were arrested and ashveil would get a happily ever after with the female lead, honestly quite romantic would you agree. Well not for you, if you keep doing these acts it might lead you to get a life sentence.

So first business as the villainess is... Resigning from the police, you simply march in during the meeting and put the resignation as well as the batch on the table–saying that you wish to quit, stunting everyone in the room. Even ashveil who was present at the meeting stunt, well before he can confront you–you were already gone.

For the past few days you've been searching for new jobs and find a job as a barista, the same day–ashveil would come towards your job and keep interrogating you why did you leave, you started to get annoyed by this and keep telling him to leave you alone–even when he tries to joke around, your reaction would be annoyance.

Ashveil would often come towards your work place in the disguise of wanting to get coffee but you know that he is lying yet you are unable to do anything. He would even come back during the end of your shift of the hopes of walking you home, he would not leave you alone no matter how many times you told him to– he would make excuses of needing you in a case to be around you – he would simply get in your way of your life, he said that he would never leave you and he meant every word.

#VARKA

Well honestly this is bad for you, you were reborn as the villainess who was Destined to die by hanging. The villainess was obsessed with the knight of boreas varka the male lead, varka once saved the villainess and the villainess believed they are meant to be.

So in the end the villainess was caught helping the artistocras and then was executed by hanging the end. Well in the end, you're gonna die–the villainess joined the knights to get close with varka but that failed.

So the only way to distance yourself from the main plotline and hope somebody will take the role as villainess is by taking duties outside the city as well as doing expeditions for the knights, which it could be dangerous–but hey it's better dying on your own hands rather than then dying by somebody elses

Varka was surprised by the sudden changes in you, even when he invited you to have a drink with him–you still rejected him, saying that you have other things to care about. Varka originally doesn't agree with you going solo, he started to prevent you from going on expedition as well as solo missions because he wants you to go to him.

But during one of the expeditions you were severly injured but when you thought it was over, Varka swept in saving you ( did he follow you ? ) and Carried you back to mondstat. The entire time, he was lecturing you about how dangerous it is. He made you a new order, you are now not allowed to do any duties outside of the city walls and you are to stay over at his place due to your injuries.

#WRIOTHESELY

Being the villainess who was Destined to die a painful death by execution is something you wouldn't want right, I mean you recently just lose yours and then wake up in another person's body so why don't you just enjoy the luxurious this body have and enjoy.

Wriothesely is confused why the sudden change in you, you suddenly no longer focus your attention towards him anymore. In fact it seems you have better things to do, as if he's been pushed to the side.

He was happy at first but now it's strange not being annoyed by you, actually he became weirded out as well as missing your pestering. He wants to get that attention back but every attempt he makes it would be pushed away.

Every attempt of hanging out with you or flirting would often be pushed to the side, and it's annoying him. He truly did want you back but you are so far away, as if interacting with means certain death.

He decided to corner you and asked you why you don't like him anymore, since you are confused about what to do–you simply decided to say that you are no longer interested in you, leaving him stunned. The next day he would try to get any sort of attention from you –even if he annoyed you as long as you looked at him.

#FLINS

You were reborn as the knight of the "duke of the north" flins who's secretly the king of the fae, and you were Destined for threatening the female lead and the kingdom life.

You were reborn as a fae as well so you have an advantage over normal villains who were reincarnated as a human, you actually have magic as well as wings to fly away–you wonder why the villainess can simply get over the king but who knows.

Flins has been noticing how you have been talking with the other guards as well as focusing your attention on another fae, usually your worship was only made for him–how dare you backstab him by being loyal to another.

He would start to have you by his side 24/7, you are not allowed to leave–even though he would act as if he is not bother by the sudden changes in you. Everyone and you are able to sense how much his mood has changed ever since you changed your attitude.

Flins mood would shift when you decide to leave his side to travel the world, he would act as a kind king during the day of your departure –he slips a little love potion towards your drink and sees what's gonna happen