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Genshin men in bed

‧₊˚-Synopsis- how genshin men are in bed/their kinks with Dottore, Ayato, Childe and Pantalone

‧₊˚-A/N- No word count for this one since none are over 150 words, but I enjoyed writing this! Please feel free to send in any requests, just read my dni list first.

‧₊˚-Content warning- nsfw, fem! reader, sadism, bondage, overstimulation, edging, smacking,

Ayato is a man of obedience and control, foreseeable with his role of head of the Kamisato clan.

Your wrists were bound to the headboard, leaving you restricted, completely at Ayato’s mercy. He ran his finger tips along your stomach, guiding them down farther, down to where you wanted him to be. The futile hope of him actually touching you where you need him was, for the most part, pathetic. He was going to play games like this until you broke, presumably how it always went. The barbarous smirk he wore on his lips sent shivers down your spine. All you could do was whine, which always fell on deaf ears. The ropes pressed red markings into your wrists as you pulled against them, watching him laugh at your piteous struggling against the restraints. Your dripping cunt was begging for attention, yet he wasn’t willing to give any. Any of the featherlight touches he gave made you jolt, already overstimulated from the way he relentlessly toyed with you.

Dottore had you pinned against the bed, hands clasped in yours to keep you in place. His cock slammed into you at an interminable pace, cheeks glowing from previously fallen tears. He thought you looked beautiful like this, endless streams of tears flowing down your face, jaw slightly agape. He was a sadistic man, to say the least. You were made just for him, he thought, the way he fit so perfectly inside you, it wasn’t possible that you weren’t his, no way. He was so rough with you, whether you were being used for stress relief, or he was just plain out desperate to be inside you again, unable to savour the moment, needing to have you right then and there, no self-restraint.

Childe kept his fiery, competitive personality with him wherever he went, of course, thus including the bedroom. Whenever you got intimate together, the 11th Harbinger would take the lead without fail, the sense of power he held over you never ceased to arouse him. Whenever you became too loud, he was never shy to wrap a hand around your neck, though always sure not to be too cruel to his baby. Disobeying his orders would land a strike to your clit, making you shriek at the sudden stinging sensation, tears threatening to fall from your eyes from the intensity.

Pantalone was a man full of restraint, patience is a virtue being something he heavily trusted in. That was, until he met you, of course. You drove him insane in more ways than one, top of his list when it comes to possessions. You were his favourite jewel to toy with, no amount of mora could even attempt to recreate what you gave him. His mask of patience and composure threatened to crack when he saw your innocent doe eyes, it was obvious you were begging to be spoiled, whether in riches, or lovemaking. He allows you to accompany him to his office, in return, you service him under the desk. When you end up in bed together, he spoils you a considerable amount, sometimes getting so caught up in the moment that he ends up overstimulating your poor hole. All he wanted to do was pamper his darling, could you really blame him?

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A labourer’s reward

‧₊˚- Synopsis – Pantalone has a new idea for your debt payment

‧₊˚- Word count – 1.5k

‧₊˚- Cw– Fem! reader, nsfw, cunnilingus, spanking, Pantalone is dominate, my first fic so ignore how bad it is

It isn’t often that someone as grand as Pantalone would even think to let a mere labourer work under him, yet here you were, standing in his lavishly decorated office.

Marble floors freshly polished, a fur rug from an animal most likely extinct, trinkets you don’t even want to know how much mora were wasted on. Everything in his office was perfectly organised, fitting for a man such as him.

You heard the door behind you click, with the lock snapping after it, telling you someone has entered.

The smell of a rich vanilla, jasmine, and another scent so extravagant it was unrecognisable to you had filled the room upon his arrival. His scent was always so intoxicating, you bet it came from one of the richest businesses in Liyue, custom made, just for him.

A light chuckle ruptured from his chest, snapping you out of your daydreams.

“M-my lord, I’ve finished the paperwork you’ve assigned me.” Right. That's why you were here. Only to drop off a simple envelope, filled with work you had already completed inside.

“I see your imagination must be working as hard as you?” Embarrassment took over you when he said that, your cheeks gaining a slight blush.

His boots click as he approaches you, the sound echoing loudly off the shined floors. His hand trails over your shoulder, sending chills through your body. He always made you nervous, but not in a way you deemed unwelcomed. He was such a charismatic man, it was only natural your feelings for him began the moment he accepted you, a peasant, to work under him to pay off debts. Yet all you were compared to him was a speck of dirt. You always viewed him as some kind of generous after the offer, despite being a harbinger, it appeared he showed at least some sympathy for you.

His grip became firmer on your shoulders for a moment, squeezing them before moving to face you. He took the papers from your hand, handling them with care as if they were a fragile Snezhnayan glass. One of the other things you valued about him, his tenderness. Even if it was just a facade, you didn’t care. You practically drooled over it every night.

“I appreciate your time going into the papers. Without fail you’ve managed to complete all tasks on time, no setbacks. Surely, your hiring hasn’t been a mistake.”

He swiftly made his way to his desk, taking a seat in his chair, crafted with only the most luxurious woods.

The praise, no matter what it was about, never failed to make you weak in the knees.

You gave a quick nod in return, not quite sure how to respond back. Before you could turn to open the door, he stopped you, telling you to come to him. That made your heart pound against your chest. You couldn’t tell at that moment what he wanted, and you weren’t sure what you wanted, either. You wanted to leave the room, growing more nervous every moment you spent alone with him, but you also wanted to stay. Stay with him, go closer, accept whatever is going to happen, at the expense of being able to stand in his presence even just a second longer.

Now standing alongside a chair that was facing his side of the desk, you remained silent, waiting for him to break the ice.

“Lately, I’ve had a more…. interesting form of paying back what you owe, if you’re up to it, that is.” You could hear his smirk laced through his words.

While your debts weren’t exactly measly, they weren’t large either. You grew curious at what other tasks you could possibly do. Other than skills you picked up being a labourer, you had nothing else to offer. Maybe the clothes off your back, but even then, he was kind enough to give you these when you took up this job.

Feeling as you owed it to him, you accepted the offer.

He rose to his feet, coming to stand right beside you in the middle of the desk, where 2 other chairs used to be prior to him pushing them out of the way.

You felt heat sneak up onto your cheeks, he was rather close to you, The heat radiating off his muscular body warmed you. His hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek softly. All you could do is stare at him like a lost puppy, lost in the moment.

You took a moment to indulge in his looks, no denying he was good looking, after all. His pale skin complimented his smooth lips quite nicely. His features all went together pleasantly, like a perfectly fitting puzzle. The coat he draped over his shoulder left much to the imagination, leaving you undressing him with your eyes, a guilty pleasure of yours.

He found it amusing, watching you stare. He stifled a small laugh at the sight.

“If you wish, you may take a taste” He cooed in your ear.

You hadn’t realised he was watching you so intently, turns out your poker face isn’t as sheltering as you thought. You hesitated on the offer. Obviously, you wanted to kiss him, who wouldn’t? But you couldn’t shake the nervous effect he still had on you. Truth be told, you were desperate for him.

Reluctantly, you pressed your lips against his, and he was quick to take over. His lips were soft against yours, the kiss was sloppy, but it didn’t matter in the moment, your current priority was tasting more of him. He bit your bottom lip, You opened your mouth with a slight gasp of surprise. His tongue glided into your mouth, making you whimper almost inaudibly, though you heard him snicker at your reaction.

He pushed you back against the desk and pressed his knee in between your thighs, in an attempt to coax a reaction out of you. The whines that came from your lips were like music to his ears.

“Already moaning for me and I haven’t even properly touched you yet. Somebody's desperate.” He teased, dragging out his last words.

You were on cloud nine, your fantasies playing out right here, right now. As long as you got more, you couldn’t care less how desperate you seemed.

“Fuck.. more, sir” you panted in between eager kisses.

“My, look at you, acting like a slut, but who am I to not entertain?”

He hiked your loose-fit skirt up to your waist and ordered you to sit in his personalised chair. The embarrassingly large wet spot in your panties made itself more obvious as Pantalone spread your legs apart. His gloved fingers found their way to your clit, making you gasp for air at the unexpected contact.

The extra friction from your cloth underwear made it that much more intense. He ghosted his fingers over the glistening garment, making you bite back noises of pleasure.

Even in the midst of this, Pantalone seems untouchable. He still wears the same sly smirk as he did entering the room. He is fully in control of this situation, you and him both aware of the fact.

The Regrator found himself growing bored, taking it upon himself to advance. He slips your panties down to your ankles and you suddenly feel a shaky breath on your heat, your hole fluttering around nothing. He drags his tongue along your folds, just ghosting over the skin, looking up at you with that shit eating grin. But hell is it hot. You’re completely at his mercy. You squirm in the chair beneath you, trying to get some sort of relief.

A hand lands a harsh slap on your thigh, ripping a yelp from your throat.

“You’ll move only when I tell you to.” Harsh orders from the 9th Harbinger make you internally scream.

All you do is mumble a “Yes, sir” in response, not wanting to anger him further.

He wants things to start moving, seeing as he’s fast to getting back to what he was occupied with before being disturbed by a brat. His tongue finds your clit, and waves of arousal wash over you. He hollows out his cheeks, beginning to suck on your needy bud.

He mentally notes your vocal when pleasured, whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth at every moment he spends on you.

The oh so familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to create itself, making you burn with anticipation.

“Pantalone I-I’m close” You tremble as you speak.

He suddenly inserts two of his long digits into you. Your back arches against the smooth chair, while your head falls back in ecstasy. His pace grows to a rapid speed, determined to help you reach your climax.

“Come for me, labourer.” As fast as the words leave his mouth, you release all over his face and fingers, voice growing hoarse as more moans come from your lips.

He stands in front of you, licking your juices off his fingers, savouring your sweet taste.

Your chest rises up and down as you struggle to catch your breath from one of your biggest dreams playing out right in front of your eyes.

“I conceive this as sufficient pay.”