#genshin impact x female reader

[peachseashell]

Kabukimono's promise to you

 𐔌◞ ◟𑂴 ᪲

━━  fic summary: you met 'Kabukimono' when he was discarded , innocent and kind. Somehow, you two were seperated and only reunited recently after Scaramouche's attempt as 'erasing' himself. So now you can live out your days together , in love. friends to lovers

━━ reader info: gender neutral , no pronouns used, immortal.

━━ c/w's: angst if you think it about it, mostly cringe lovey dovey stuff

━━ a/n: this i supposed to be my 100 followers celebration fic but It's kinda shit sorry

᧔♡᧓  "you have very soft hands (Name)..." the puppet wove his fingers through your own like string ; then eventually brought them to his dry lips. "really? You think so?" your voice was full of disbelief over his affections, Kabukimono was so kind to you it almost felt like too much.

"mhm." he smiled. Small, but sweet. "Kabukimono ?" , "Yes ?"

There was a pause, "we're going to be friends forever , aren't we?" a glimmer of hope in your eyes made the puppets grip tighten around your hand. "I promise."

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You had moved on over the couple of hundreds of years ; you swore to yourself you were over him.

you'd seen it all, it was spread across Teyvat of the Balladeer's failure to achieve godhood. It didn't matter to you - not now, not ever , every memory was vaguely erased. Kabukimono & The Balladeer do not exist and they never had.

You never felt love like that again , until he showed up and completely forced himself into your life almost desperately. You has no idea who this man was that just showed up unannounced , but lesser lord Kusanali put in a good word for him so...you accepted him into your life.

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"Wanderer , sometimes it feels like I know you from somewhere." the words that came out of your mouth made him perk up a little, "Maybe you have." he murmured. "You think so?" Wanderer nodded at your question.

"I think it's possible , yes." No, he knew it was possible , but Wanderer thought it was best if you figured that out for yourself. "(Name)?" he spoke again. "Yes?" "We'll always be together forever , right?"

You smiled at him, "Of course we will, I promise." those words sound so familiar in your head. Wanderer reached for your hand, "You have very soft hands , (Name). I love that about you." his cheeks heated up, becoming a rosy red colour.

"And I love you Wanderer. " you couldn't stop yourself from blurting it out and you almost immediately gasped, "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that." Wanderer didn't seem unhappy though, actually he looked over the moon by your confession.

"Really? You do?" he waited for your confirmation and when you nodded a sigh of relief escaped his mouth, "Took you long enough ... I love you too, more than you'll ever know." and for the second time in your life, your hand was once again bought to his lips.

[angelltheninth]

The Muzzle Problem

Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, muzzle, breeding, possessive sex, creampie, mentioned marking, doggie style, feral!Wriothesley

Word count: 0.7k

A/N: Expanding on that post I made the other day cause got damn I want him in a muzzle so bad!

He fucked you like he hated you, and maybe in this moment he did. Not because you did something wrong per se, not because he had a reason to hate you, his pretty girlfriend, but all because you wanted to see what would happen when you put a muzzle on him while he fucked you.

"Think you're safe from me when my mouth is caged up?" The cold bars of the muzzle pressed against your face when he attempted to nuzzle in closer to you, his frustration palpable in the loud smacking of his hips into yours. "Think again, there's many way that I can mark you as mine." Your pussy tightened around his cock, legs feeling weak and suddenly you found yourself grateful that you had the bed to fall back onto.

You reached behind you and felt the cold cage of the muzzle, "You know you can't leave marks on me. What if someone saw? They'd know... ah... about us... and..." Wriothesley tightened his hold on your hips and pressed your hips fully against the bed, clit grinding against the pillow under you while he fucked you hard, fast, possessive, almost feral. "Wrio! Careful! Your hands!"

"My hands, my cum, my cock, yes all of them, I can mark you with all of them. I don't really have to though, do I? Because at the end of the day you already know that you're mine." Behind closed doors you were his, but to everyone else you were his right hand woman, to be respected and feared as such too. In both cases though you were his and he was yours, secretly ready whenever you called for him.

Unlike you Wriothesley didn't have any problem teasing you during work hours, which lead to situations like these, getting fucked on his bed right after the shift ended, a puddle between your legs and a pulsing ache that grew every time his cock sunk back into your wet...

"My pussy, it's all mine, and you know what? I think this pussy could use some of my cum in it. It's been so good for me lately, so good for me. You've been amazing, I don't know what I'd..." He groaned as you hooked your fingers on the muzzle and pulled him forward, causing his cock to sink in balls deep into your drooling cunt.

"There, yes, fuck... fuck me there..." Again you tugged on his muzzle and felt the full weight of him on top of you, doing everything you could to keep your ass smacking loudly against his, "Fuck me however you want, just don't leave any marks where people can see." Those were some very dangerous terms you just agreed to.

You could feel yourself dripping with arousal as he began going faster, fucking you like he wanted to see you break on his cock. And maybe he did, as punishment for denying him the pleasure of biting and kissing you. "Breed you, I'm gonna breed you, get my cum in your wet little cunt. Let's see who owns your pussy then huh? When you're dripping, when your womb is flooded with my cum. Say it, say it, say it!" Your hips met his one final time before your mind went blank with pleasure, warmth spreading both inside and out, your orgasm making your stiff against his rock hard body.

Hot cum rushed into your spasming walls, your abused, sensitive pussy taking all of it before he collapsed next to you.

A few minutes passed in silence, the only sounds being each other's breath, slowly getting back to normal. You turned to your side, trying not to squirm as Wriothesley's cum dripped down your thighs. He looked happy, hair very messy and eyes a little hazy still but happy. When you reached behind him and undid the clasp of his muzzle he let out a long sigh before opening his mouth wide, flexing the soreness out of his poor jaw.

"Sorry." You snuggled up to his chest and kissed him on the chin, "But it's not my fault you can't keep your mouth to yourself."

"Yes it is. You're too cute for your own good." Wriothesley pressed a long kiss against your forehead, another content sigh leaving his lips. He was finally able to do what he wanted to do all day, kiss you as much as he wanted.

[mitsouya]

you avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the man who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since childe requested you to sit on the couch and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after doing some work.

all that can be heard in the office is the pounding of your heart and his steady breathing. as much as you treasure this moment, you can't ignore the rising uneasiness in your mind.

"they will kick your ass if they find out that their favorite harbinger is slacking off."

you break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which alleviates his fatigue.

"shouldn't you be worried about your position?"

childe opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again, purposely ignoring your piercing glare. "i'm actually quite comfortable in this position, thank you."

with that, he has the nerve to turn his head to face your stomach. he thinks your thighs make for heavenly cushions, and he's very, very sleepy. did you wear the perfume he bought you months ago from his trip to liyue? the fragrance suits you so nicely, he sighs.

"be serious, ajax," you pinch his cheek, eliciting a groan from him. "they will kick me too if they realize i'm being a distraction."

"no one's kicking my wife," he answers firmly, voice a little muffled. "they wouldn't dare. and i'm not their favorite harbinger."

you scoff. obviously. you know they wouldn't hurt you, but it's still entertaining to tease him.

"well, you're certainly my favorite."

when you say it, you're able to sense a surge of pride washing over him. with a quiet i know, he holds your waist more tightly.

"now shut up, darling. i'm trying to get a good nap here."

you shrug and decide to carry on with your reading session, letting him do anything he wants for the time being.

that is, before you whisper, "perhaps the second after arlecchino, though...."

the way his eyes snap open instantly in surprise is hilarious.

[yuutx]

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ! (𝒲𝑅𝐼𝒪𝒯𝐻𝐸𝒮𝐿𝐸𝒴)

wriothesley x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw + unprotected sex/raw sex. praise kink. huge size kink. size difference. breeding kink. cervix fucking. love bites/hickeys. creampie. ⟆ mdom + fsub ⟆ not proofread ! ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა

i had such bad writers block ,, so so glad its gone, i rlly wanted 2 finish this fic as it's been in my drafts for ages ! i was gonna post sumthing alhaitham related again but decided to just post this instead ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

He drank in the sight of you, his eyes raking over your body, memorizing the soft planes of your skin and the curves that molded to his hand perfectly. It was as if you were made for him, the way you fit so snugly against his broad form, the way your lips melded together, it was like you were fated to be together. He couldn't wait any longer, his hands moving down the swell of your hips to pull at your thighs, spreading them wide open, giving him a view of the treasure between your legs. A groan slipped past his lips, eyes glued to the way you dripped for him, a trail of slick connecting your folds to the wet spot on the bed. He had barely even touched you, and yet you were already soaked.

"You're so wet, baby. All for me, hm?" he cooed, rubbing his length along your cunt, smearing your juices along the girth. You could only moan, nodding in response, unable to speak with how worked up you were. The way he was looking at you was enough to drive you crazy, the lust and hunger swirling in his eyes. It was almost too much, your breath catching in your throat, your heart stuttering at the sheer amount of affection he had for you, the love he showed with his touch and his gaze. He was absolutely obsessed with you, and you loved him just as much.

He kissed along the column of your throat, leaving bruises and bites along the smooth skin, his hips pressing forward until he bottomed out. You fluttered around his cock, the stretch a delicious burn, a pleasant sting that made your stomach clench. You could feel him in your belly, his length nestled perfectly in the warmth of your gummy walls. A broken cry slipped past your lips, your arms winding around his shoulders, nails digging into his back. He gave you time to adjust, the both of you relishing in the feeling of him being so deep inside of you.

"You're doing so good, my love. Taking my cock like a good girl.." he breathed, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear. You whined, a needy sound, and his hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out, the sound quickly morphing into a moan as he began to fuck into you, the head of his cock bumping against your cervix with each thrust. You could feel every inch, the girth of his dick stretching your pussy to the limit. Your thighs tightened around his hips, urging him on, desperate for more. Each thrust made your mind spin, the feeling of him filling you up again and again sending your head into a frenzy.

You were practically drooling, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his lips found your throat, sucking at the delicate skin, surely leaving marks. They would bloom beautifully, the colors mixing and mingling with one another to create a masterpiece that only he could paint, a canvas for his affection and love. He worshipped you, his lips and teeth marking every part of your body that he could reach, leaving not an inch untouched. You could feel him in your very soul, the pleasure coursing through your veins. His voice was sweet like honey, praises and curses falling from his lips in a steady stream. How good you were, how tight, how pretty, how perfect. Each compliment was met with a sharp thrust, a well-timed drag of his cock hitting every spot within you that made your toes curl. The way you clenched around him, how your body trembled and shook with the force of his thrusts was a sight to behold.

Your face was twisted with the intensity of the sensations, eyebrows knitted together and jaw slack as he pounded into you, his thrusts growing more and more erratic with each passing moment. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching, the familiar heat in his belly, and the way you tightened around him only spurred him on. He couldn't wait to fill you, to spill his seed and watch as it dribbled out of you, leaking from your puffy, abused pussy. A low growl rumbled through his chest, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hip. You could feel his hips stuttering, his length twitching and pulsing inside of you, the heat of his release painting your insides. The warmth spread through you, a fullness that you never wanted to lose. He ground his hips into you, ensuring every drop filled you to the brim as your own climax crashed over you, the stimulation bringing you over the edge.

Wriothesley pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, his tongue swiping along the plush skin, tasting the saltiness of your skin. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring praises against the heated skin. You could barely breathe, your chest rising and falling with the effort. Your entire body felt like jelly, the exhaustion of your climax hitting you full force. Still, the weight of his body was a comfort, his warmth a familiarity you couldn't bear to let go of. He rolled his hips once, twice, a third time before pulling out, a gush of his release following, spilling out of you. You were positively wrecked, the sight of his cum dripping down your thigh making his spent cock twitch with interest. Perhaps another round wouldn't hurt.

[kana-de]

★ summary: arlecchino nsfw hcs since her banner is almost out.

☆ cw: nsfw. wlw (fem terms like cunt and pussy used). choking. dirty talk. cunnilingus. strap-on. a bit of belly bulge. arle's hands appreciation.

☾ a/n: this is a repost of the same work bc the first one didn't get any attention at all. also, this is like, the most smut i could write for now so yeah.

— arlecchino loves loves loves holding eye contact with you during sex, especially if it's missionary. her stare is intense, like she'll stab your heart right here and now, but she knows you're only getting more turned on by it. even if it's doggy, she'd bend your back and press it to her chest and she would make you look into her eyes while fucking her strap up into you. her other hand would also slide to your lower belly to feel the bulge of the strap in it.

“don't take your eyes off me. look away once and you aren't cumming tonight.”

— arlecchino knows damn well you get off from just looking at her hands. and she also knows that you love having her hands wrapped around that pretty little neck of yours, so she uses this knowledge every single time. every time she begins with foreplay, her hand sneaks its way to your neck, squeezing it experimentally until she feels your knees weaken or hears a choked whimper leaving your mouth. arlecchino just knows that simply using her hands would be enough to make you cum over three times already.

“you have a very nice neck there, you know. i'm sure that if i'd squeeze a little bit harder, it'd make you squeal nice and loud.”

— is a master at dirty talk, prove me wrong. arle uses her hands and mouth just perfectly. always the low voice, whispering some very hot and dirty things right in your ear. when she's in the mood, she may even use some pet names to flatter you. but usually, she doesn't use anything other than 'dear', 'darling' and 'princess' — the last one is used especially a lot when she wants to pamper you like the princess you are.

“let me guess... you were having so many wet dreams about this, were you not? daydreaming about this for days on end. i bet that now this cunt is soaked already.”

and then:

“what's wrong, dear? cat got your tongue, hm?”

— when arlecchino comes back from work either overworked or mad, she knows she doesn't even have to explain herself to you as she buries her face into your cunt the moment she sees you. i wouldn't call it "taking her stress out on you" though, i think she does it more to calm herself. she eats you out like she's been starving for days even if she did it just yesterday. holding your hips down so you will stop squirming so much after she just gave you your third orgasm. you're becoming too sensitive, but arle doesn't look like she gives a damn, because she knows that if she was hurting you, you'd already say the safe word that you two have.

“shut up and take it. you know i can't help myself."

[wanderingconstellations]

fatui scara being obsessed with eating fem readers pussy inside his office <3 even when she’s so overstimulated she cries he won’t stop, even rutting into the bottom of the desk chair that she’s sitting on!!

pussydrunk Scara is happy Scara!!!

You were sobbing and whining about how overstimulated you were, but Scara just hushes you and continues to suck and prod at your folds.

He had your legs spread out to him, your cum dripping down on his office chair. He was lapping as your juices, eating you out like it was his last meal he can ever get. Your fingers were tangled in his indigo locks, you would usually pull him into your cunt even more but you were trying to push him away. He didn't give a damn though, you would always find him lapping at your cunt even after your many protests.

Your legs were quivering, and you found yourself orgasming on his tongue once again. He licked and swallowed all of your cum and juices once again, continuing to abuse your hole with the help of his tongue.

Did he give a fuck if his subordinates heard you both? Fuck no, as long as he's stuff in between your legs and thighs crushing his head, he'll be happy to die right here.

You moaned and whimpered, your eyes glistening with tears and cheeks all flushed crimson. He apparently gave up on keeping your legs spread out for him, and just let you crush his head with your thighs. It's not like he needs to breathe anyway.

He wouldn't stop until he satisfied, he didn't even damn care if he needs to breathe. His tongue would lick all of your pussy juices, and his mouth would happily suck on your sensitive nub, making you cum for him again then for him to do the process all over again.

[h2uji]

“Name?” The barista asked as she opened the marker lid with her mouth, “Y/n h/ln.” you simply said, fixing your posture and giving her a soft smile.

He melts, feeling his cheeks getting warm every time she puts her beautiful name with his last name

“Alright, your order will be right up,” the black-haired girl said while fixing her glasses and walking away, leaving the young couple alone

smiling, she turns her head toward her husband, only to see him staring at her with a smile. His ringed hand rests on his cheek

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled back at him. “What?" clearing his throat he leaned back into the chair "nothing"

It's been 4 years since both of them got married, but it never failed to make him flustered.

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[seraphswings]

OMG SCARA cums

Gamer Scara. Scara using you as a stress toy. Unintentional edging. Fem Reader (only mentioned she once). Afab reader. Scara being an absolute mean bitch. Degradation.

Scara simply just plays his game, while his other hand was twiddling and fiddling with your cunny underneath your shorts. It was uncomfortably sticky, his fingers knuckles deep inside your pussy, coated with your slick.

You whine and writhe, bucking your hips and trying to get more friction. He's been unconsciously edging you for so long, his fingers were pressing at all of the right spots— you desperately needed to cum right now but your sweet boyfriend seemed to focus on his game, clicking and gliding his fingers over the keyboard as his other hand was apparently stuffed inside of you.

"S-Scara..are you done yet?"

"No... I'm not done yet. Just be patient, gonna be done soon."

You whimpered at the lost of his fingers, only to it be replaced with him squeezing your clit and occasionally rubbing circles on it. You were like his little toy to just play with, he's not even hard either!

Gradually, his hand would stop assaulting on your pussy, and move up to squeeze and fondle with your breasts underneath your shirt. His eyes were glued to the screen, cursing under his breath once he saw the bolded words of defeat.

"These fucking cunts are cheating.."

He grumbles, squeezing your breast n' pinching your nip, making you whine and whimper in protest.

"God.. Stop whining, you whore. You'll get your fill soon enough."

Of course, he unbuckle his belt, and your cunt was just throbbing with joy. Though, he simply just pushed you and bent you over his desk, pushing your shorts down and pistoling his cock inside of your dripping arousal, groaning at the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him so deliriously, so heavenly.

"Would you look at that, the slut is so greedy that she's sucking me in! Bet all you want is to be filled, don't you?"

[archonsabyss]

╰─..✶. [ Engraved in my Mind ]

❒ pairing: wriothesley x fem!reader

❒ genre: fluff! suggestive [nsfw]!

❒ warnings: reader is on her period! boob play (hands and tongue)! slight nudity!

❒ wc: 1.1k

Wriothesley returned home from work later than usual and he was utterly exhausted. Each step seemed to carry the weight of his weariness, his boots thudding heavily on the wooden floor.

The minute he stepped through the doors of his home, his smile faded and his hand flew to his hair, running his fingers through the strands messing it up. He attempted to loosen his tie but it wouldn't budge, and it frustrated him to the point he grumbled and just left it as is before looking around the open living room and kitchen, seeing you nowhere in sight, he headed towards the bedroom, holding a bottle of water in his hand.

"Wrio" Came his name from your sweetened lips just as he turned the knob of the door and peeked his head in. You heard the opening and closing of the front door earlier when he just arrived but couldn't get up to greet him, the warmth of the bed soothing your period cramps. Seeking your comfort after a long day, Wriothesley trudges over as you sit up in bed and take a seat beside your legs.

"What happened?" You asked, breaking into a humoured smile as you observed the state he walked in with, your hands naturally reaching for the tie he failed to loosen and swiftly undoing it with ease.

"Long day" Is all he says, and you take that as a sign to start unbuttoning his shirt for him. When you're done, he stands and casually shrugs out of the fabric, his biceps flexing in the process and your gaze lingers unashamedly, a grin forming on your lips. You were aware that he did not intend for it to be such an attraction but how could you possibly resist admiring his every move when his entire being exuded undeniable allure?

"I'm going to take a quick shower" He informs you, his hand placed behind your head as he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, true to his word, he returns dressed in a pair of grey sweats not even ten minutes later for you to help him dry his hair.

"Missed you today" He releases a loud, heavy breath as he crawls onto his side of the bed before deciding he wants to settle on top of you. You don't get a chance to protest as he's already hovering above you and gently lowering himself to lay his head on your stomach. You flinch but can't find it in you to say otherwise. What's a little discomfort? Right. You just need to avoid making any unnecessary movements and all will be fine.

"Take your top off" Wriothesley mutters, nuzzling his nose between your breasts.

"It's cold"

"I'll keep them warm. Please? I've had a rough day at work"

"And seeing my breasts would do what about it, exactly?" You questioned with a raised brow.

Wriothesley looked you directly in the eyes and with all seriousness, he said, "It would make me feel better knowing I could end the day with that, at least"

One thing about being in a relationship with Wriothesley, you find yourself completely vulnerable to his desires and requests. Whatever he wished for, he effortlessly obtained, and the proof lay right in front of you as you silently obeyed and pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the bra you wore only for support. Wriothesley assisted you in unclasping the garment, unable to restrain the giddy smile from showing.

"Thank you" He whispers sweetly meeting your eyes. But his expression shifts when he looks down at your breasts filling his hands. His eyebrows crease and his lip falls into a small frown as he scrutinizes your boobs.

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head first, "Nothing"

But the longer he looks at your breasts, squeezing gently now and then, he's certain.

"Your boobs are bigger" He states in all mildly perplexed seriousness.

You suck your bottom lip in to hold your laughter, "No? They're still the same"

"They're bigger" He persists.

"You're imagining things. How would you know?"

"I just do" He refutes, "I know every inch of your body. It's engraved in my mind. Now be honest, are you okay?"

It takes everything in you to not combust, to not succumb to the rounded eyes of innocence that he peers up at you so intently. You struggle to contain yourself, resisting the urge to unravel under the innocent gaze of his rounded eyes. He believes he can discern the difference, rather, he's all but convinced that he can feel an added weight in his palm, the flesh seemingly more delicate, and the firmness of your nipples, now temporarily solidified, influenced by something other than him.

Taking the left boob into his calloused hands and gently holding it fully, Wriothesley then leans in and showers kisses onto your right one. It tickles, your hand cupping the back of his head trying to pull him away but he's stubborn.

"Wriothesley" You stutter breathlessly.

"Are they sore?" He asks, inspecting them closer before poking his tongue out to flick against your nipple. You shift beneath him, eyes fluttering as your grip tightens in his hair. Your mouth moves, attempting to convey that it's not too serious, just a bit tender. However, with his tongue lapping at your erect nipples, there's hardly a chance to speak. When Wriothesley pulls away there's a string of saliva that connects his lips to your breast, and the lewd sight forces a moan to ripple from your throat.

"Slowly..." You instruct when he begins to exert more force, "Wriothesley!"

He stops, looking at you through his lashes and a pout on his lips.

"I'm on my period"

He blinks, "So?"

"You didn't just ask that"

"I did. Why? What's wrong with it" He questions, lip curling into a pout.

You flash a smile as you run your fingers through his hair, further disheveling it.

Wriothesley exhales contentedly, causing a shiver and goosebumps to ripple up your arms as the warm air from his lips fans your nipples. He then continues to bury his head between your breasts, nose nuzzling against the soft skin.

"I love you so much"

"I love your boobs!"

"They're so pretty and soft"

His whispers persist, his voice mellifluous and slightly slurred, as if intoxicated by the physical connection and you find it utterly endearing and adorable, so you let him remain in his zone, even as a throbbing ache persists between your legs.

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[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[iicheeze]

Genshin SAGAU except Reader is a lore fanatic

cw: lore dump, archon quest spoilers, side quest spoilers, etc

“ guys did u know that the Sea Ganoderma is actually souls of children who died young trapped and is forced to spend generations absorbing elements from the sand and sea as the form of punishment?? ” “ what the fuck your grace. ” Tighnari muttered.

“yelan, i know where u got ur jacket. ” “ o- oh, really, Your Grace? ” Yelan stuttered, sweat dropping. “ Yeah, i know u stole it from a Fatui Harbinger that was supposed to be a gift for the Tsaritsa and made some 'adjustments' to make it fit your style. ” you stated with a smirk, while yelan tries to hold in her cries because you rlly are a Divine Being, knowing everything about Teyvat.

Archon quest spoilers down ahead

“ Guys, I have a theory that the upside down Statue of the Seven and city the Traveler and Paimon saw are actually the correct way and that proves it because when I took a walk at Spiral Abyss when I went down I expected it to be pitch black but instead I'm met with the galaxy sky and a moon and possibly, Khaenri 'ah and Enkanomiya are the ones that are actually in the surface, while Teyvat is underground and yknow what? Scaramouche is RIGHT. The stars are fake the sky is fake everything is fake as we know of HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ” your maniacal laughter echoed through the Akademiya as many Researchers are baffled by this amount of information

“ Alhaitham, do you have a second? ” “ Of course, Your grace. What is it? ” “ Are you the Scarlet King ” “ ........ excuse me ”

“ WELL i noticed that the color of your eyes matches the Scarlet King's eyes, and your boots matches the color of the buildings of the Scarlet King's Civilization. A blue gem appeared when the Scarlet King sacrificed himself and it kinda looked like the gems at your back. And when you do your burst it looks REALLY similar to the Primal Constructs’ attacks, and the Primal Constructs are what's left of the Scarlet King's civilization. And at your chest it looks like it has the wings of an eagle, and your name literally means young eagle. What does this have to do with the Scarlet King? Well, at the Dunes I've ventured, I've seen murals and a figure with a bird head and it could possibly be the Scarlet King but it strangely reminded me of you!!! Plus, you know how to use the devices made by the Scarlet King, whereas the books and researchers at the Akademiya shows no information on how to properly use them. Pretty suspicious...... ”

and then theres alhaitham sweating his balls off on how the hell did you get that information.

“ guys, did you know that when Enkanomiya was plunged deep into the ocean, they created a fake sun called Helios to survive, right??? But actually, the nobles wanted more power. They wanted a puppet or ruler that they could easily control or manipulate. And WHO WOULD MAKE A GOOD CANDIDATE??? THAT'S RIGHT! A CHILD. AND THUS, BEGIN THE REIGN OF THE SUNCHILDREN. They were young and ignorant, obviously easy to be deceived and lied to. They were manipulated to commit heinous deeds. The first Sunchild was deceived to imprisoning his role model for life, aka isolated from everyone. The sunchildren were DESPISED by their own people, EVEN THE CARETAKERS ARENT ALLOWED TO SPEAK TO THEM. Knowing that the Sunchildren could realize that they were being manipulated, the nobles then introduced Rite of Solar Return. Now what the hell is a Rite of Solar Return??? Basically, when a Sunchild hits a certain age, they will be taken into the inner sanctum of Helios. The artificial Sun's high temperature could AND WOULD incinerate them alive!!!!! AND SOMEHOW, SOME HAVE SIMILARITIES WITH OUR CURRENT ARCHONS!!! Orupeusu had a talent for the lyre, aka the Anemo Archon. Risutaiosu made lifelike sculptures, like the Electro Archon. And Isumenasu would roam his country, AND EVEN HAD A SPEAR LIKE THE GEO ARCHON AT HIS GRAVE!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I AM A GENIUS ”

the fact that people would still listen to your rants about Teyvat but still be concerned about your mental health is hilarious

if you werent the Divine Being of All, they would've locked you up where no one can find you, you know

Dottore would like you tho

so that's good

[peachseashell]

━━ ㅤ꒰ 🩰 ꒱ who is that from ? 

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Includes Wanderer , Kazuha

⋆.˚ - Genshin impact characters getting jelly when you recieve flowers and love letters by someone other than themselves !

⋆.˚ - Gender neutral reader & they are referred as "partner"

⋆.˚ - cw's: jealousy , petnames such as 'dove' , 'my love' are used.

⋆.˚ - a/n: i missed writing , sorry for being away for a while <3 anyway, I'm so bored and i need more requests ! And i might start writing for other fandoms soon , maybe.

━━ ౨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑

It was no suprise that you were indeed popular amongst your friends and colleagues at work; you were pretty , smart , nice and everything someone could want in a person. Which unfortunately for Wanderer , made you very desirable to others.

"What is that ?" he hissed and pointed at the paper in your hand with a heart shaped wax seal. "It's a letter, dear." you replied shortly . You earned a scoff from him, "I know what it is. What does it say?"

He visibly gagged at the loving words written onto the paper. "...cringe." he tore it from your hands and threw it away. "Don't be so cruel, they probably poured their whole heart our into that." you frowned at him.

You earned a scoff from him, " So what? You're my partner and everyone should know that by now. " Wanderer is such a drama queen. "Calm down, you're acting like I reciprocate their feelings..." you rolled your eyes at him.

"Do you?" his face darkened . You giggled, "of course not ! You know I love you." you placed a hand on top of his and he finally gave you a small smile, "I love you too."

━━ ౨ৎ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

Kazuha rarely feels any jealousy towards anyone who shows affection to you; because you deserve all the love you can get! However , one person in particular has taken a liking to you to the point you're suffocated by them every second with gifts. And Kazuha is fed up with feeling like the third wheel.

"Are those from them?" Kazuha asked , gesturing at the bouquet of roses in your arms. "mhm!" you hummed back. "oh...they're nice." he put on a half fake smile. You noticed this and took his hand in yours, "Are you okay?"

"Yes...why wouldn't I be?" he raised an eyebrow. "You look upset." Kazuha looks down at the roses, "Do these gifts not bother you, dove? don't you get annoyed?" He squeezed your hand.

"hmmm...actually now that you mention it, sometimes it's too much. Do you dislike the gifts?" you wanted Kazuha to open up more to you. "uh...maybe." he said it with hesitation. "they're getting close to you, too close for my liking."

"it's completely fine to feel that way. Kazuha, you know you're the only one I have my eyes on , right?" you giggled lightly. "I know . I don't think you're the type of person to run off with another man." Kazuha removed the roses from your hands so he could wrap his arms around you in a very warm hug.

Why is this lowkey cringey ummmmmm

[angelltheninth]

Genshin Men + When You Lean Up to Kiss Them

Pairing: Kaeya, Itto, Dottore, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, height difference, princess carry, biting, kissing, sitting on his lap

A/N: Yes, I'm short, I will need to stand on my toes to kiss them.

Kaeya smirks as he crutches down and gets on eye level with you, his hands on your hips before he scoops you up into a princess carry to kiss you. As he puts you down you have to balance on your toes to not break the kiss. It becomes a battle of who can keep kissing the other longer. There's no real winner.

Itto has the hugest, most heart warming smile on his face when he sees how you wrap your arms around his neck and look up to him. When you ask for a kiss he doesn't have to bend down if he doesn't feel like it but who is he trying to fool? He can't say no to a cute girl like you.

Dottore thinks it's cute how you want to kiss him but you know the rules, you need to ask properly and no amount of batting your lashes at him will do the trick. You need to either say it or to climb onto his lap and take what you want. He knows you can, you've spent enough time with him, you should be able to be a bit more assertive.

Neuvillette leans down and rubs his nose against yours before bending into a full kiss. It wasn't often that he had to do this before he met you, he was rather happy looking down on people actually, they weren't worth the time. But you are, you're always worth coming down to for a kiss.

Wriothesley almost lets his tough mask slip when you cup his cheeks and start leaning up to kiss him. He doesn't want you to notice his ears getting red so kissing you is the perfect way to distract you from that. The funny thing is that he could easily carry you but he finds it cute how you brace on his shoulders just to kiss him.

Zhongli pretends that he doesn't see what you're trying to do. Pulling him down doesn't work so you decide to stand up as much as you can to kiss him, only he responds by biting your lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You weren't the only one wanting a kiss, he just wanted to see how far you'd go for one.

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  YOUR ATTENTION

` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.

` Includes: Childe, Zhongli, Heizou x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy

` Author’s notes: likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

part two! part three!

CHILDE

When you have your first child, Childe is over the moon. He will constantly be next to you and your child in the first months of his life, not wanting to miss any of the days of his son's life.

He's a wonderful father, you can tell for sure when you see how gentle and caring he's with his child.

But everything changes when he really realizes that caring for a child isn't an easy task. He notices this when he comes home from work hoping you will hug and kiss him, warming him in your arms, but no. You hug your son, not Tartaglia.

The child narrows his eyes in a funny way and reaches out to the man with his small hands, and Ajax thinks that for the first time your lack of attention can go unnoticed.

But when this is repeated again, Childe is no longer in the mood for jokes.

He literally acts like he's a child here (you could say that's the best pun).

Initially, you didn't notice his sidelong glances in your direction when you held your son in your arms, but when your husband shamelessly took your child in his arms, put him in the cradle, and with the most upset face, he sits you on his lap, burying himself in your chest, you understood that something happened to him.

"Ajax, do you want to tell me anything?" You ask.

"No, let's just sit like this for five minutes." His voice sounds pleading, and you think that he's slightly sobbing.

He will pout and make faces, because this is his way of showing you that he's upset or unhappy. Please don't make fun of him, he just wants your attention.

At this time, he's very clingy, so it isn't possible for you to get out of Tartaglia's arms. You just need to relax and give the man some of your caress, which he missed so much.

Be sure to give him lots of kisses, because you have to give him as much love as you gave your child during these months.

Tartaglia will whine and cling to you every time you want to make sure that everything is in order with your child. Because right now your attention should be on him. And only for him.

Childe wants to receive your love and affection too.

He loves your son very much, never doubt it. But please, don't forget to give love and kisses to him too, because for him it was, is and will be the most important thing in his life.

ZHONGLI

Zhongli always kept calm, prudence and sobriety of mind. Except when your daughter was born. It was one of the few times you saw him cry.

Sometimes you remember this moment, cradling your daughter in your arms at bedtime, watching Morax work. You prefer not to interfere with him, taking care of your daughter on your own and not wanting to disturb the man, because he had a lot of work.

Gradually Zhongli began to notice that you were somewhat distant from him when he looked at you in the brief moments of rest from work. You paid attention to your baby, completely forgetting about your husband.

Usually after long hours of work, Zhongli prefers to spend time with you, trading stories and sipping hot tea. And after the birth of your daughter, spending time with you became even more important to him.

You were always happy when he had free time. But this time you looked completely at ease and not the first time you paid attention to him when he offered you help in caring for your daughter.

"It's okay, Zhongli." You said as you stroked your daughter's head. "I'm doing great. You can continue your work." And you, completely fascinated by your daughter, left his office.

Yes, Morax was rather surprised now. Work always took up his time, but he always had time after that when he could spend time with you. Previously, he was unavailable to you, but after the birth of your daughter, you became unavailable to him.

You were next to your daughter all the time, never leaving her for a minute, and it seemed to him that he was gradually losing his mind, because he simply didn't have time to be alone with you.

And when Zhongli feels like he can't go another day without your attention, he'll ask Xiao or Ganyu to look after your daughter so that you both can have some alone time.

You two walk along the harbor, Morax holds your hand tightly, as if he is afraid that you will suddenly disappear. And you smile as you ask him, "You look like you want to tell me something."

Zhongli always knows that he is an open book for you, just like you're for him, like clear water in a lake that he can look into. So he laughs, stops and pulls you into his arms.

He is always gentle, even when something excites him. You look into his eyes and he starts to say, "Please, let's stay here for a while. I know that work takes up all my time, but I ask you to give a little of your attention to me too. I go crazy when I see you next to me, but I can't touch you."

"Let me be the one to always help you take care of our baby."

Morax is always so cute when he asks you for something, so please give him a big hug and a promise that you can always give him your love and attention.

HEIZOU

When your son was born, Heizou decided to take a few months off to spend all that time with you and your child.

He often saw that his colleagues helped their wives when they had a child.

And he looked forward with great joy to the moment when he could help you take care of your child, but what he couldn't expect is that you did a great job on your own.

You've always been successful at your job, housekeeping, and helping your husband, and all he wanted to do was help you in return.

But you were passionate about your child and taking care of him that you didn’t even notice that Heizou offered you his help.

He cherishes you and your child, and always wants to be with you.

The man understood that you were passionate about caring and worrying about your newborn child, but he also wanted to help you, he wanted to be important to you and your child.

He also wanted to bathe in your love and affection.

When you refuse his help, he usually reassures you and sits you on his lap, offering to rest for a while. When he lacks your attention, Heizou usually doesn't let you out of his arms under any pretext.

He will do everything to get your attention so that it remains only on him. Tickle, hug and kiss you. Now he wants you not to be distracted from him.

He wants you to rest, and at the same time he wants to spend time with you.

You're always next to your son and almost don't pay attention to your husband, who isn't very happy with this fact. So give Heizou your attention too. He needs it very much.

He holds you in his arms and speaks.

"Please, honey, let's get some rest together. I can see how tired you are. You always do a lot, so just take some rest. And stay with me. That's all I ask."

"Okay."

You nod and sigh because you know that until Heizou is sure that you're rested, he will never let you out of his arms full of love and tenderness.

Therefore, promise him that you will also give him tenderness and love, which he really wants from you.

[kizoken]

𐙚 prison princess. wriothesley

𐙚 smut ; afab!reader , degradation (use of bitch, slut, pretty girl) , feral wriothesley , choking .

water droplets and clanking chains reverberated throughout the room. masking as much as possible the collision of yours and the inmates' skins.

wriothesley was harsh in his pounding thrusts on your pretty puffed out pussy, never missing a single beat to maul over your sweet spot. his rough hand had a tight grip on your hair while the other was placed over your mouth. thick fingers inside for you to taste your own juices from his previous teasing as well as a means to keep your voice at bay.

drool seeped out from wriothesley's muzzle, setting on your half-naked back. he was a troubled prisoner for sure, one that you as a prison guard had to punish due to his reckless behavior. though he charmed you enough to let yourself be at his mercy.

you reached out to take your keys and throw them at the criminal for him to take off the muzzle. you wanted to hear more, what his voice sounded like, what his thoughts formed into words were like.

"such a whiney little bitch..." he huffed, throwing that god forsaken speech impediment tool out of his mouth once the keys unlocked it. "this cute little cunt feels like home, milking me to the fullest."

"tell me pretty girl," the hand on your mouth moved to hold its place around your neck, squeezing its sides. the vision holder ecstasies himself on how your pussy walls welcomed him in deeper once he begins to apply pressure. "do you tease your pretty clit think'n bout me throughout your breaks?"

your own drool crept at the corners of your mouth as you tried your best to relay a cohesive answer. though you only projected mewls and moans to the best of your capabilities. "bet the other fuckers locked here will be jealous, should i show them who you belong to now?"

such possessive words made you reach your all-time high, while marveling on wriothesley's thick, veiny cock twitch, tease, pound and stretch you out to his delight on the cold table.

"i know now," he mused, icy blue eyes staring down at your fucked out figure, "i'll mark you as my cute slut." his thrusts became erratic from there on out. rutting himself while in your high, stringing along words to encourage you to keep him satisfied.

it was not his sole mission to cum inside you. no, not yet at least. with a few sloppy thrusts, he pulled out from you and made you face him as milky white strings began to paint along your pelvis and stomach. some droplets landing on your chest as well.

"don't even think of cleaning yourself up." he whispered, setting you on his lap before putting your clothes back on.

—ᴛᴏᴊɪᴄᴜʟᴛ²³

[wanderingconstellations]

Hiii I just wanted to request nurse Scara trying to keep you still for a needle shot, but you move so much that he just ends up getting impatient and fucking you.

Nurse Scara, who's trying his best to calm you down, and keep you still for your shot, but he just couldn't! Your fear of needles were completely making you deaf, which irritated him.

"Come on, it's quick. I promise, it won't hurt a bit."

It would, but he had to do persuade you somehow so you can at least take this shock but that method of sweet talking you into it didn't work. He just lets out a deep breath, trying to be as patient with you as possible. It's his job of course! He didn't want to lose it because his darling was so afraid of needles.

Though, his patience didn't last long at all. Which ended him stripping of your clothes on your lower half, and quickly prepping you up with his fingers before thrusting his cock inside the warmth of your walls.

He groaned at the sensation of your warm, gummy walls wrapped around his length, slowly moving, gradually speeding up and pounding you into the oblivion.

"You make me so damn frustrated. So. Fucking. Frustrated."

He hissed, grounding his hips against yours, his face showing bliss, yet a hint of frustration. His fingers would wander around your body, finding your tit and pinching its nipple, emitting whines and whimpers out of you as you desperately grind against him to reach your high.

Scaramouche just smirks at your reaction, his pace were merciless, moans and whimpers slipping past your lips while you claw at the cushions of the bed.

Your shirt was over your tits, revealing how they bounce with every thrust your dear lover made, not even giving two fucks if he's going to lose this job because he's fucking his darling like he'll never fuck them again.

His cock kissed your womb so sweetly, making you see stars under your eyes while you sob his name in pleasure, losing every rational thought that you even have. It wasn't long until you cummed all over his cock, staining his length in creamy white essence.

"Aww.. Was this too much that you couldn't hold it in anymore?"

He cooed so sweetly, grinning devilishly as he pinched your nipples again, whines and babbles leaving your lips while you drooled over his cock, knowing how it would bring you into another orgasm if he didn't stop.

Your incoherent babbles were so adorable to him, not knowing if you want him to stop or to keep going. He just kiss your tears away, praising about how good your taking him, about how tight you are.

Damn right you knew he's going to need a new job after this.