#al-haitham x male reader

[maplleaf]

"Act Professional"

Al-Haitham x gn!Reader (small spoilers about chapter 3 Sumeru Archon Quest, written in 3.0 before the story of 3.1)

In Sumeru, information is the key for everything. Researches need information for their papers. Eremites needs as reliable information as possible to complete their tasks without risk. The whole foundation of Sumeru's title as "The City of Wisdom" is based on information that the previous Archon and her citizens found.

It's the same for Al-Haitham. As much of a genius he is, his name and face is known both outside and within the Akademiya. Therefore gathering certain information can be tricky at times.

That's where you came in.

You're not a genius like Al-Haitham, but you are capable of having more inside connections than him. Being an informant has its perks.

Whether it's the Eremites, merchants, Akademiya scholars; you'll give any information they need for the sake of a paycheck, and for Archon's sake does it pay well.

Al-Haitham became aware of you from a rumor that spreads a year ago; "An informant that could tell you what you need with proof." As a man of rationale, he knew that having connections with an informant such as that would do him well.

It would be a lie to say that you don't interest him beyond your professional relationship; your latest meeting as something that he couldn't get out of his mind.

And so he became one if your regulars. Granted, finding out how to be your client is a difficult task; almost as difficult as becoming Dori's customers. Fortunately, the hard work pays off as you gave him any information and proof that he needs.

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"My favorite client! What do you need today, pretty boy?" you called out. Teasing Al-Haitham with nicknames seems to be your favorite hobby everytime you two meet.

Al-Haitham cut to the chase, numbed to your teasing. "The words 'world...forget me,' does it seem familiar to you?"

You pondered for a moment, "not that i know of, though for a special pay I can find intel on it." You gave him a smile only merchants seeing a business opportunity could give.

Al-Haitham thought about it for a moment, "seven-hundred thousand mora, with evidence."

You faked a sad tone, "We've been working together for months and you can't trust based on my words alone? I am incredibly hurt."

After receiving an unimpressed look from Al-Haitham, you waved off his cold nature, "loosen up would you? Even Kaveh and I have more chemistry."

You stepped away from behind the building, a place that wouldn't catch other people's eyes. "I'll get it done as soon as I can. Better have my payment ready after."

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Meetings between the two of you usually goes that way; you tease him, Al-Haitham requests what he needs, one of you offer the payment, and you leave. The mention of his roommate is what's been bothering him.

Al-Haitham operates solely on rationality, he doesn't see any reason why he would be bothered by the mention of Kaveh. No, he definitely didn't glare at his poor roommate this morning, and the morning before. He's just in a bad mood these past few days.

It didn't help that he can't mention you to Kaveh to ask him. The deal between you and your clients is that they can't mention you, for the sake of your business' safety.

When Al-Haitham received a letter about your the next meeting time and location, his swinging moods seems to change for the positive. Kaveh is silently thanking the Gods for that.

Al-Haitham met up with you within the following days, this time inside a hidden café near Sumeru City. You were already there when he arrived, sitting cross-legged as you waited for him.

As he sat down, you begin to speak. "Nice place right? Better than behind a run down building," you started. The decorations of the café is classy for a hidden one, Al-Haitham began to grow weary. "Don't worry, I know the owners. They won't do anything."

"That's reassuring," Al-Haitham took notice that you don't have any sort of items with you, or something that could be described as evidence.

"Let's get straight to business," he started, making you chuckle.

"As stern as usual," you commented. "I couldn't find any physical evidence and the source said that they wouldn't come. So I'll say that the price would be decreased to.... around two-hundred thousand."

It's bad for business, you knew that. But even an informant like you have your own morals when it comes to selling intel.

"'World...forget me,' is coming from Irminsul. A God is related to it, about what God specifically no one knows," your past few days' research only came to that. Getting intel about a recently berserk Mizri and a strange blonde traveler with the flying mascot is hard, even if it's only two sources.

Despite the lack of supporting information, Al-Haitham seems pleased. "That's good enough, pleasure doing business with you again, (y/n)." He slid the bag of mora that you're owed, though sliding a second one right after.

"Although, I have one more question," you're confused, Al-Haitham usually leaves right when business is over. Not even sparing a moment for you to make small talk. Though it would be a lie to say you're not amused at the change.

"And that would be?"

"What's your relationship with Kaveh?"

You wanted to laugh, though kept it to yourself. You remember mentioning Kaveh at your last meeting, honestly it's adorable how a genius like Al-Haitham would be bothered by a meaningless comment.

"Oh? Using our professional relationship to ask such a private question?" You smirked, trying to prolong a feeling of superiority over Al-Haitham. You even moved closer, arms on the table as you leaned over to him.

"You did take the payment, (y/n)," Al-Haitham pointed out. He kept his composure, much to your disappointment.

You let out a chuckle, placing your finger under Al-Haitham's chin to make his head look up. You satisfy your sadistic needs by looking up at him. Al-Haitham began to sweat involuntarily. He held an unbothered, or even annoyed look. Though inside, he feels his heart racing the more his informant continue.

You took notice almost instantly, somehow being able to move your mouth directly next to his ear.

"Act professional, Al-Haitham."

You stepped right back after, an innocent smile appearing instantly. With your needed payment and an added bonus, both monetary wise and to tease your favorite client, you're completely satisifed today.

"I've only worked with Kaveh once, and i didn't like him enough to be included as my regulars."

And with that you walked away, oh so innocently.

Unfortunately you purposefully left the internally confused and flustered Al-Haitham. Such a rare moment you wishes you had brought your kamera...

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First time writing a fic solely bc I'm hungry for al haitham content

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[poksmimi]

FUCKING YOUR STEP-BROTHERS!

contains♪ : scaramouche, alhaitham x afab!reader, stepcest, stepbrother, stepfather, breeding kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, reader wears a skirt, GN!reader, no pronouns for reader, squirting, pussy spanking, ass spanking(once), clit rubbing, degradation, name calling; whore, slut. Petnames; Darling, Baby, grammar mistakes.

notes♪ : 'm love icky boys, so be warned!! and part will be Dottore, Zhongli !! ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖ ♪ !! If there are any grammar mistakes, tell me!!

SCARAMOUCHE

You turn your head sideways, your eyes meet up to see his, your stepbrother's eyes. He has a smirk on his face, his teeth showing. His hand was gripping at your leg, going up to your thigh as he slips his pants into your skirt, his hand rests on your cunt through your panties. You gulp and sweat goes down your face, his hand slowly rubbing up and down your cunt. Your pussy begins to get wet, a shiver of satisfaction goes down your spinal cord. He looks at you and you know what to do afterwards this dinner is over.

The bed is creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. Your mouth is wide open and drool hits your pillow, your mind feels hazy and he grabs your face. Your hands grip at pillow, his dick hitting spots in your cunt, he groans and closes his eyes. Gritting his teeth and the squeezing of your cunt doesn't help, your cunt feels so good around his dick. His face flushes red, his hair sweating to his forehead as sweat covers his body, his hands shakily grip at your hips, pounding fast and hard at you. "Fuck– your slutty cunt feels so 'm good around 'm!" He mutters, a ring of white liquid surrounds his cock. Your eyes are completely rolled back, your hair is sticking to your sweaty body. You can taste your own drool going back to your mouth as you can feel his dick ramming inside of you, your sight is hazy and blurry. You can smell sex, sweaty bodies and you can hear you and scara moaning, the springs of the bed speaking and the headboard hitting the wall in loud thumps. You don't know how long you guys been going, but your cunt still clenches for more. Your nails dig into the pillow and your cunt spasms around his cock, he bites down in his lower lip and goes faster, feeling his end and he closes his eyes, nails digging into your soft skin. "Darlin', your going to make 'm fucking fill you up again." He whispers, you moan weakly, the bed stops creaking as he stops and digs his nails dig in your skin, his palm spanks your pussy as you stiffen, your clit getting spanked adds more pleasure, you squeal and you squirt, wetting the bedsheet so much. His dick spurting out his semen, filling you up, some of his seed spills onto the cum-covered bedsheet. His hand spanks your cunt once more and his palm connects to your ass, smirking down at you. "You didn't think this was over, did you baby~?" He smirks.

ALHAITHAM

You smile at him, showing your teeth and he glanced at you, you smile nervously. Fixing yourself up, fixing your hair and getting up before making your way to him, you had always been interested in Him and him becoming your stepbrother was going to make it more easier to be near him. He looks at you and your hands begin to be sweaty, he blinks and shakes your hand, you grip at his hand. You see a glint in his eyes, your face becomes darker, a shiver of pleasure or fear goes down your spine, your legs close and you hope that what your thinking is true.

"Al-haithie!" You croak, your eyes rolling back to your head, his big dick was pounding inside your squishy, mushy wetness. The table rattles, making the legs hot and scrap the floor hard, your legs wobble as his dick makes you cock-drunk. "Isn't this what you wanted 'm to do all along! You whore, you wanted this." He whispers, holding your waist, playing with the skin as he fucks you, it makes a loud clapping sound when he thrusts back into you. Your vocal cords hurting due to screaming in pleasure, your toes curl, loud clapping and thumping is heard until he comes to a stop. His dick spurting out his semen, your cunt clenches really hard around his dick, some of his seeds slip out and go onto the floor. You can hear your heartbeat but he doesn't stop, you yelp and grip at the table. "Wha—?" You say but his hand covers your mouth as his other hand hooks you under and makes you stand as he faces your body towards the couch, his two fingers inside your mouth as he taps your tongue. Making you suck on his two digits as he begins to move once more, fucking your wet filled-cum pussy, your cunt leaking out semen your juices onto the floor, his hard dick fucks your tight cunt. Your moans are muffled as tears begin to develop in your eyes, he groans into your ear, closing his eyes as he fucks you. "Going to come for your step brother, aren't you slut?" He speaks, his face is red and his white hair clings to his forehead, your hair sticks to your sweaty body. His dick was making you crave for more even when he is still fucking your cunt, his fingers leave your mouth and lay on-top of your bud. Resting on your clit as he rubs it, adding more not the pleasure, your eyes roll back as you scream. He fucks into your cunt so hard while rubbing furiously at your clit, your vision goes blurry, your stomach feels weird as you let out a loud-moan scream, his palm rubs at your clit and pussy, your squirting, wetting the couch and the ground. "AHh!" Your moans continue as he kisses your check, his dick soon spurting out semen, filling your cunt with more gooey cream. "Don't worry, darlin'. We aren't over just yet~" he purrs.

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[sinfulcries]

WELCOMING GIFT 、AL HAITHAM & KAVEH

AUTHORS NOTE: wrote this purely out of spite at 11 pn last night so i couldn’t proofread it 💔 anyways i’m literally starving and going insane over these two but not as much as my og babygirl aki ofc

CONTENT WARNINGS! threesome, size difference, manhandling, squirting, face sitting, belly bulge, age gap (not mentioned but reader used to be their teacher), overstimulation, petnames, facials

It was no secret to the scholars of the Akademiya that Kaveh and Al Haitham disagreed on many things. One may think that such intelligent scholars wouldn’t have the time to quarrel over such trivial matters however, the two somehow managed to bicker and banter— testing each other’s patience with every chance they could get.

This competitiveness also applied when it came to you; And it especially worsened once the two scholars received your handwritten letter, announcing your return from Snezhnaya. You were their master after all— The bane and teacher of all the knowledge that they possess today.

Kaveh was the first to receive news of your return from Snezhnaya, his eyes almost lighting up with joy as he scanned over your sincere words about how much you missed him and his annoying roommate. Al Haitham was then informed by the blonde shortly after as soon as they were both home after their designated work.

“Master’s returning? When did you receive this letter?” Al Haitham tried to hide the excitement in his voice with his usual deadpan expression but Kaveh knew that his roommate was just as excited as he was.

Kaveh crossed his arms, snatching the letter from Haitham’s hands before giving him a smug smile. “This morning. One of his assistants had the letter personally delivered to me while I was conducting work in the desert.”

Al Haitham rolled his eyes, ignoring the widening smirk worming its way onto Kaveh’s face. “Now we both know who master favours more.”

“I would’ve received his letter first if I wasn’t occupied with rescuing Lesser Lord Kusanali. Master knew of mine and the traveller’s plans from the very beginning hence why the letter was directed to you instead.”

Kaveh merely scoffed at Al Haitham’s reply, giving the taller man a frown as he neatly placed your letter back in its envelope. “Yeah yeah whatever makes you feel better. Just be on your best behaviour tomorrow.”

Even with their countless differences, Kaveh and Al Haitham could both agree that your arrival back to Sumeru City was a crucial moment to them. The two could barely catch a minute of sleep, thinking about how they’d spend their time with you the moment you return.

Kaveh and Al Haitham shared similar thoughts when it came to you. Going on expeditions together, writing research papers together… /Maybe, just maybe you’d be able to conduct your experiments on them. Just like the old times./

They’ve been eagerly awaiting for your arrival since the day they carefully read out your neat handwriting on the sealed paper, and as soon as you’re walking through the doors of their home, they made an unspoken pact to repay you for how /good/ you made them feel during their time as your students.

Today was the day of your return; And Al Haitham immediately jumped off of his feet, opening the door with haste the moment he heard heavy knocking on their doorstep. Kaveh followed suite, opening the door impatiently to be greeted with your handsome face.

“I’ve missed my boys, how have you two been?” You grinned, snaking your arms around both of their waists before pulling them closer to your warm chest. The scholars only blushed at your actions, Kaveh leaning in to bury his head in your glorious chest while Al Haitham continued to hide his flustered expression for you.

“We’ve missed you, Master.” Kaveh breathed out softly, remembering the past experiments you’ve previously conducted on his body. “We’d like to repay you. For sharing your wisdom with us while we were students.” Al Haitham coughed, making Kaveh nod enthusiastically.

Your boys never failed to get you im the right mood and as soon as they started subtly grinding their hips against your thigh, you wasted no time bringing the two whores to their bedroom before stripping them of their clothing.

You could still see the faint scar of your initials on their ass, a permanent reminder that they belonged to no one else except you. “You two have grown. Even Haitham’s starting to catch up to my height.” You chuckled, removing your undergarments as you spoke.

Even with their height, you still managed to tower over them— and make them feel so /small/. Especially as your hard cock freed itself from its confinements, slapping against your clothed abs, you were bigger than them in more ways than one.

Al Haitham could see Kaveh panting and his cock leaking from the corner of his eye, desperate to have your cock in his mouth— Better yet inside of him! Al Haitham felt the same despite his blank expression, his twitching cock couldn’t hide how truly needy he became around you.

“Both of your thighs are trembling. I assume you’ve prepped yourselves while awaiting my return?” You rasped admiring their naked figures waiting eagerly for your next instruction.

Kaveh and Al Haitham nodded whilst you could only smirk proudly at your former students, gesturing them to follow you to their mattress. You immediately grabbed hold of Kaveh’s wrist, pulling him down so that he was laying on top of you with your cock sliding in between his ass.

You had a clear view of the blonde’s desperate expression, and you could practically feel the way his rim was twitching against your length, inviting you to spill your load inside of his tight cunt. “You’ll have to ride me, princess. Let’s see if you still remember how to.”

You were testing him— testing his skill and obedience. And your hypothesis proved to be correct once Kaveh skilfully lifted up his hips, shaky hands wrapping itself around your fat cock as he guided the first few inches past his prepared hole. /They would really do anything for you./

Al Haitham couldn’t wait any further either, observing the way you ordered his stubborn roommate with ease, his own hand inched down to prod at his own rim with his slim fingers.

This didn’t go unnoticed by you however, your attention was on Kaveh who was still struggling to get you inside of him. “Don’t make Haitham wait too long, Kaveh. I’ll be conducting my test on him instead.”

You were getting increasingly impatient; After all you didn’t want to keep your other pet waiting. And with one firm thrust, you were now balls deep inside of the blonde, his back arching impossibly as he came all over his chest. “Huh that was quick. You’ve grown more sensitive, doll.”

Kaveh whimpered in response, his mind too weak to form any coherent sentences. Al Haitham could only watch with fascination, seeing you effortlessly break Kaveh without doing anything yet!

“It’s your turn, Haitham. Come here pup, sit on master’s face yeah?” The scribe’s eyes instantly lit up at your words, his body scrambling to position himself on top of your skilled mouth.

Before the silver haired man could reposition himself to give you better access to his hole, he could feel your calloused hands on his thighs, securing him in place before you started to tongue fuck his cunt. Kaveh would laugh at the girlish moan that slipped past the other scholar’s lips if it weren’t for your cockhead pressed snugly against his prostate.

Even his tummy was bulging from the sheer size of your cock impaling him! Deciding not to waste any more time with his master around, Kaveh balanced himself on your muscular thighs, breathing shakily before bouncing up and down your cock like his life depended on it.

Al Haitham on the other hand, was trying his damn hardest not to squirt so fucking early. You’ve barely even started and yet his mind was already turning into mush! He was certain that Kaveh would never stop teasing him if he did so too.

“Archons— You still taste so fucking good, pup.” You murmured, against his skin making sure your grip on his body was tight enough so that he wouldn’t try to escape your merciless tongue.

It was Kaveh’s turn to observe the way you made Al Haitham melt so easily; The usually cocky scholar now so vulnerable and sensitive right in front of him. The two really owed you this. After all, you we’re the one who taught them a whole new horizon of pleasure, and they we’re too addicted to stop!

As your tongue only made its way deeper into Al Haitham’s hole, you could feel Kaveh clenching around you like a vice! His insides were starting to mould into the shape of your cock, and the blonde relished in every second of it, moaning your name like a whore while he moved his hips rhythmically on your length.

“About to cum, Master— feel like i’m gonna e-explode—!” Al Haitham panted, trying to squirm away only for your hand to hold him back in place. Your tongue only quickened, whilst your hand snaking towards the man’s swollen nipple, toying with the sensitive nub between your rough fingertips.

The action was enough to send him over the edge, his vision turning white as he practically convulsed, squirting all over your torso and Kaveh’s with a drawn out scream of your name.

You could tell that Kaveh was getting close too— And after hearing both men moan for you so deliciously, you could feel your high approaching quickly. Kaveh was caught off guard, grabbing his roommate’s shaky hand as he felt your hips thrusting upwards to abuse his prostate.

Kaveh was practically screaming— holding onto Al Haitham for dear life as you pounded him brutally, your tongue still teasing the entrance of the Scribe’s oversensitive cunnie.

Both men were braindead at this point, and with one violent thrust to his battered prostate he came once more, his body shaking before he slumped tiredly on top of you.

You however, were far from finished and with a slick pop, you pulled your cock out of Kaveh’s hole, instructing both of them to kneel below you so that you could glaze both of their fucked out faces with cum.

“Good little pups. You two did an excellent job today.” You smiled proudly, cupping both of their cum coated faces lovingly. “However, we’ve only just begun.”

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[chococolte]

☼ — giving them a collar

+ tugging on its leash

word count. 2.2k

characters included. zhongli, childe, al-haitham

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au shit, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. not proofread we die like rex lapis

zhongli

The moment you hand the collar over, there's only a small pause of silence before Zhongli is already clicking it around his neck.

He doesn't give away his thought process, nor how flustered he is beyond the soft blush decorating his cheeks; but the truth is quite obvious once you know the signs. His small, quick breaths, his downward glance, the slight skip in his step— if Zhongli was in his draconic form, his tail would be wagging behind him. His millenniums of waiting were worth it just for this brief moment of paradise.

Internally, Zhongli's entire body is on fire. His heart feels like it's about to burst, threatening to jump right out of his chest and into your waiting hands. It is only with the self control he's attained as the previous Geo Archon that he manages to reel himself back in— before he further shames himself and caves, dropping to his knees and asking you to clarify; to do even more to him.

Owners give their precious pets collars, no? Which means you're laying claim on him. You're calling him your pet. You're calling him yours. You're saying you own him.

The mere thought makes Zhongli dizzy with bliss. To be yours, he thinks, is the greatest wish of them all. How many can say they have the honor, to have your eyes find them appealing in such a way? None other than him.

Zhongli thinks it's only right. None besides him have devoted half of their lifetimes to worshiping you. Only he has. It makes absolute sense for you to favor him above the rest, find him the best suited for you. The others can cry and beg for your undivided attention, but Zhongli is the only one who deserves it. None of them love you like he does. None of them worship you like he does, until their knees ache and hunger calls. Only he does.

He wears it even when unnecessary. Zhongli happily walks publicly wearing your gift, even when he rests. To take it off would be sacrilege. His god has given him a gift, who is he to refuse? It's with pride that he shows it off. When he particularly misses your presence, he plays with it, reminding himself that it's you who gave it to him.

You have given this to him. He must cherish it.

When you attach a leash, Zhongli feels like passing out. He gulps audibly, a visible warmth enveloping his cheeks. With you so near, he can smell you— to be so close to you leaves Zhongli wanting.

With one final 'click', he's connected to you by the leash in your hand. His pulse quickens underneath his skin, sending a shot of adrenaline though his system. His mind is full of possible scenarios, of the things you could do to him. Will you demand him to kneel before you? Will you call him pretty names, or call him your pet? Zhongli stares at the leash with a frenzied look in his eyes, his entire body shivering with barely restrained rapture.

Zhongli lets out a small involuntary groan when you suddenly tug, jerking him towards you. He bites his tongue as soon as the sound is made, commanding himself to silence. Your laughter engulfs him, and without your order, he falls to his knees, unable to bear standing any longer.

Even just this much leaves him weak, unable to stand. Only able to bow before you. Had it been anyone else, Zhongli would've dared to feel embarrassed, ashamed of himself for acting so unbecoming. But it was you. You were his God. The one he'd give everything up for. If you wish for him to unveil himself, to throw away his dignity and pride— then he would do so without question. Zhongli wouldn't hesitate.

When you pull the leash again, harder this time, Zhongli whines. He doesn't bite his tongue, or try to keep his composure together. He falls into you completely, hoping to drown.

childe

Childe is drooling the moment he realizes what you're asking.

He's imagined being your dog before. Your little pet, who loves you and only you. Your loyal hound, who listens to you so well, obeys your every command— but bites at everyone else's fingers, denying anyone who tries to get close. He's close enough, isn't he? Feral, but tame for you alone.

Childe would happily roll over for you, dirty himself in mud like a fool if it meant getting a smile, even if it was one of pity. Anything to keep your attention on him for a little longer.

He thought that, perhaps, he merely had to prove himself to you. If he did, then surely you would reward him; keep him by your side, even if it meant degrading him. As you hold the collar and motion for him to dip his head forward, he's sure he must've done something right.

Childe's red face is only accented by the red collar. He smiles like a fool, frenzy swirling in his eyes. He barely resists the urge to bury himself in your warmth, staying still like you’ve ordered.

He wears the collar like you've given him the gift of life. He happily shows it off to everyone else, bragging about how he's your favorite. No one else. You've laid such clear ownership on him; no one else can compare to him now. Not even that old man, try as he might.

Childe's always known he was your favorite. He had to be. Though you had that little stint with the Traveler for a while, you eventually came back around. He waited years after his fall to the abyss to feel you again, and so long to finally meet you. Even if you had times where others captured your attention, or moments where you were gone for longer than he'd like— long enough for him to start wondering if you'd left him, again— you still came back. And he'll always come back to you, whimpering like a wounded animal.

Even a single moment of not knowing that you are there to fall back upon is agony.

He grips the collar when anxious, or when he hasn't seen you in too long. He can almost reimagine the scene of you slowly snapping it around his neck, brushing against his hair. Though the sensation is purely in his mind, he still shivers every time he reminiscences.

Childe keeps it on regardless of the time and place. He sleeps with it despite how it digs into his skin. He bathes with it on. He walks into battles with it glistening on his neck without any shame. Only pride. It’s a gift from you, after all. People would kill to breathe near you— and he not only has done that, but you have touched him, and shown him your favor.

He brags to anyone who'll hear it. Even to those who don't want too. Childe grabs them aside and points animatedly to it with such vigor it's daunting. If they try to get a closer look, however, Childe immediately pushes them away. It's his gift. Not theirs. He won't allow anyone else to touch it.

They can look and mourn their chances of ever getting the same treatment— but they can't get their dirty hands near it. Otherwise, he'll tear their arms off. It's his. You gave it to him, not them. What would you think if he let someone else touch your gift?

Giving him a leash only exacerbates his ego. Childe is now firmly in the belief that you constantly want his presence. Otherwise, why would you have given him a leash? Don't you want to walk him around?

He'd follow you anywhere. Even if you were walking him straight to hell, he'd follow like the dog he is.

Tugging on it makes Childe whine like a puppy. He makes a weird, high-pitched sound that's both of pleasure and surprise. He smiles as if he's in heaven, high in Elysium; and with you, he is.

"You're not gonna just stop there, are you?" He looks up at you with dazed, half-lidded eyes. A dopey smile plays at his lips, red painting his cheeks. "Please… I've been good, haven't I?"

al-haitham

Al-Haitham stares at the collar with a pensive expression for longer than he should've.

It's not that he's questioning you, or that he dislikes the idea. It's quite the opposite. Al-Haitham's mind feels like it's bursting with thoughts of the two of you, burning his nerves and senses.

He feels guilty for thinking of you in such a way, but you must want him too, don't you? You're handing him a collar bedazzled with jewels, a latch for a leash attached. You want his mind to fester with ideas, of dirty imaginings— and who is he to deny you?

You must take his silence and contemplativeness as a sign of acceptance, as you motion for him to kneel. Al-Haitham does so without question, without even a conscious thought to aid his movements.

His heart beats against his ribcage furiously when your fingers brush against his neck. The cold leather of the collar licks at the warmth of his skin, and he suppresses a shiver. He can't lose any face— not in front of you.

Even if you already know all there is to know of him, he does not wish to embarrass himself further. You may know what dark, nasty things lie in his soul, but he does not know what you think of them.

Al-Haitham thanks you with a slight tremble to his voice. His eyebrows quiver as he struggles to keep the smile off. He doesn't want you to know how happy he is; how he wants to stare at your gift and note down all of its qualities, to the intricacies of the jewels embedded into the leather to the particular way they shine underneath the sun.

He tries not to let it get to his head. Al-Haitham notices that he's the only one with such a gift from you. The thought makes him dizzy— do you prefer him over the rest? Do you like him more than the others?

It only makes sense, he thinks. Why wouldn't you? The rest are undeserving of you, unworthy to bask in your presence. Al-Haitham does not dare to presume himself worthy of you as you sit above them all, but surely, he is better.

He only takes what you give him, like a good worshiper. He does not dare like the other trash to take more than you've deigned. He only does what you say, like a good acolyte— unlike some of the others who play around with your command, like your word is not sacred and holy. He only loves you, just as you want him too; just as you'd like all of your worshipers to be. Yet, so many hold others in their heart; surely, you noticed his superiorities, and chose him.

Al-Haitham, for the most part, keeps the collar on. He only takes it off when he goes to sleep. As soon as his mind is roused and awake, he's reaching for it again, clicking it around his neck in one swift motion.

He's protective of it, almost to a fault. He wears it in public with no shame, anytime anyone walks over to him, even if they only walked passed him, his first instinct is to grab it and make sure it stays there. It has valuable stones on its surface, which dazzle underneath the sun so beautifully— who wouldn't want to take it from him?

Other acolytes, though he hates calling them that, get the most of his derision. Any comment made on it is immediately met with a harsh response. Whether it be a compliment, or a simple glance at the rather obvious collar on his neck, Al-Haitham is snarling at them with disgust in his eyes.

When you call for him again, Al-Haitham listens immediately. His hands shake when he kneels in front of you, even more so when you ask him to lift his head.

Even after all this time, he still has trouble breathing in your presence. All he wants to do is bask in it; in your warmth, in your light, in your endless love. Yet, it feels as though someone is squeezing his windpipe whenever he's near you. Al-Haitham could only know that you're in the room next to his and still shake.

Seeing the leash by itself makes him want to whimper. He doesn't have it in himself to be ashamed, not when his mind is dazed and muddied by the thought of you tugging him around like he's some pet.

The sharp 'click' of the leash attaching to the collar does little to rouse Al-Haitham to the present. It only serves to further fog his thoughts.

When you tug, he can barely stop himself from whining. A loud whimper bursts from his throat when you do it again, and when you do it hard enough to drag him forward, he groans.

He looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a rare blush dancing on his cheeks.

"A-Ah, please... don't stop." His voice cracks with need. "Please."

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[lavandulawrites]

The Grocery Trip

Yandere Alhaitam x reader

I had a dream about yandere Alhaitam and me going to a grocery store (though in the dream it was in the modern era). I wanted some sort of unhealthy drink powder and he refused to buy it. I just felt like I had to make this scenario into a fic. I am thinking of writing different grocery store scenarios with different yandere genshin men.

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Word count: 597

The grocery store was quiet save from the bell which chimed whenever a customer entered. A colourful isle caught your eye. Rows upon rows were filled with colourful items from Fontaine.

You turned to your grey haired companion. “Can we take a look at the new items from Fontaine? Please?”

Alhaitam’s expression unamused. “Fine” his answer followed by a sigh. His hand that were not holding the basket, linked with yours. The gesture was meant to look like a romantic gesture, but you knew he was only trying to make you stick with him.

Upon a closer inspection some of the various Fontainan gods were things you had never heard off. Some were nutritious meals that you only needed to heat up and some were rather unhealthy snacks.

A orange red container with a logo of a smiling strawberry caught your eye. Frizzy Pop. You took a hold of the container and turned it around to read the description. It was some sort of powder you mixed with water to get a sweet and refreshing drink. Just what you needed.

With a smile you turned towards Alhaitam. “Can we get this? It looks really delicious!” you waved the box in front of his face which earned you a scowl.

“Absolutely not” his expression stern.

You rolled your eyes “Why not?”

He grabbed the Frizzy Pop out of your hand and inspected it like it was a the most serious thing. “You can’t even pronounce 85% of these ingredients”

“Ugh come on!” you threw your head back and dramatically sighed. “Why must you be so strict?”

“Call me strict all you want. I just care about your wellbeing. Is that so hard to understand?” Alhaitam crossed his arms. His muscles flexing slightly with annoyance.

You whined and dragged your hand across your face in irritation. “I am my own person. I don’t really need to listen to you!”

“Oh yeah? What would be of you if you didn’t, hmm? Would you perhaps be living on the streets? Oh that’s right… You would” his eyes cold. What he said was true. He had indeed helped you out of a though financial crisis and given you a place to live. In exchange he had kept you under his watchful eyes in the name of love. At least that’s what he so bluntly called it.

“It’s a drink powder Alhaitam. It’s not a big deal! And besides I already follow your recommended nutrition plan”. He had given you a long list of foods you could and could not eat. He had been very strict about it and he made few exceptions. He said it was in your best interest. You did argue with him at first. You hated how he thought he had the right to choose what you ate or not, but after a while you stopped with the arguments. You had noticed how on edge he had been lately and you knew very well that he was extremely close to just look you away in his house.

“It is a big deal. If you actually had any knowledge about nutrition and different ingredients you would know what I mean” he scoffed. His arrogant tone making your eye twitch.

“Now let’s put this back and pay for our things” he put the container back in place.

He squeezed your arm with his bicep in a warning. “ I really do love you, you know?” he pressed a quick kiss on the top of your head. His blue orange eyes filled with love deeper than what you could ever wish to understand.

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[throwaway-yandere]

Dendro NA: 101 (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)

a/n: “ansy weren’t you going to write faceless!ayato and music composer!tighnari” well yes but things happened so now here we are. I’m dedicating this fic to crying anon since they’re the person that gave me an idea of an "what if Alhaitham had an elf!darling?" after this fic. The beginning reads like an enemies-to-lovers fic with a slice of crack where nothing goes wrong but trust me it’s not lmao

unreliable synopsis: After Alhaitham forged your signature, you're now forced to become the Acting Grand Sage’s assistant. It's even more annoying when he nearly visited your house all drugged up. Seriously, when will he learn to respect his seniors?

CW: yandere themes, noncon touching, aphrodisiacs, possessiveness, so much bickering, and the reader slanders dendro for plot reasons. 

Pulcinella, The Rooster, came to visit early in the morning.

“Pups, please… Stop turning my apartment upside down and just tell me what you want.”

It was unexpected how the old man barged into your “unconquerable mess of an apartment” with the intent to celebrate your newfound job at the Haravatat. Mayor Pulcinella isn’t your direct grandfather, but he is your grandfather’s brother. The fact that you are connected to him is a well-known secret (as absurd an oxymoron as that may sound) in the College of Engineering and Technology at the Akademiya. Because of the collectivist mentality that characterized your family, every last pointy-eared relative you are aware of is blatantly nosy and annoying. The "mayor" is much more so.

Pulcinella did come to extend his congratulations, with a generous batch of cookies even, but he had an objective in mind. His way of showing that he cares is usually in the form of letters but he stands right in front of you now. You can only imagine how difficult it is for someone in his position to take a leave of absence this far since Port Ormos is so far away from home and it takes days for mail to arrive here.

Your grandfather is obstinate. Terrifying so since you recognize that expression on his face all too well. Although you are unsure of what he needs from you, you do know that you want him out. Immediately.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone, child.” He scowled, jabbing your briefcases with his wooden cane. “I’m not leaving until I find it.”

That "Rooster" moniker belongs to him without a doubt. Your belongings were seized by the elf-like a bird's beak. He prodded the dreadful equation-filled sheets hanging on your wall and snatched a few trinkets on your work table. Good lord. Pulcinella made so much noise that if you weren’t already planning on starting your day, you would’ve been incredibly cranky when he knocked on your door.

“For Her Majesty’s sake– just what are you trying to find, grandpups?”

He turned to look at you.

Not mad, but disappointed– sad, even.

“An engagement ring. Evidence that you’re dating that fool, Alhaitham.”

You groaned.

“Him again?! Motherf—”

Pulcinella quirked his eyebrow at your outburst, “hmm?”

You chuckled nervously, “ah, sorry, I just… It’s nothing.”

No, it was not “nothing.” That bastard ruined a lot of things for you, including your vision. You didn’t want a dendro vision. You were praying for Rex Lapis every night even after his death but somehow being involved with Alhaitham strayed your path to gaining the “grass fertilizer tool” as you loved to call it. Sure, there’s little evidence that he’s the reason behind the fact that you got a dendro vision instead of geo but that doesn’t change the fact that you want to crush him between your palms like a writhe scarab. Especially after he enlisted you as his scribe-disciple without your consent. What a complete scumbag.

Oh, to quit the Akademiya only to be forced to go back again…

But of course, your grandpups don’t know anything about this and you have ZERO intentions of letting him in on your business. If he knows, then ALL of Snezhnayan elves know.

“I’ve heard from your mother that you’ve gone lovesick and left the Akademiya,” Pulcinella spoke in a slow somber tone. “And falling recklessly in love and gaining a dendro vision does not sound like you at all.”

Eww. Lovesick? Hell no.

If it weren’t for this man, you would’ve graduated as a fully pledged civil engineer next year. If he wasn’t such a great scribe, no, forger, your signature wouldn’t be on that damn contract.

That man seriously has no respect for his seniors.

Nevertheless, it was too late to do anything. You just have to accept the consequences of your inaction. Additionally, if you're going to take this "new job," you might as well act as if you adore it.

Hooray! Don’t you love working for Alhaitham? Isn’t it fun to discard your 4 years of studying? Oh, what joy! You definitely did not burn your eyebrows out trying to ace FIFTY Kshahrewar mock tests!!!–

“Talk to me, poppet.” He continued, eyebrows knitted. His wrinkly hands reached to gently hold yours. Suddenly, you remembered that he is still family. That this was the same old major that your young self boasted their miniature construction toys to.

“I’m worried that something might’ve happened. And my dear, health is not the absence of disease or infirmity, it is also–”

“The complete state of physical, mental, AND social wellbeing. Yes. I know, Pups. You nearly forced me to study medicine.” You groaned and palmed your forehead, weak but playful.

He chuckled heartily.

The old man’s rather soft with you compared to his other grandchildren. If he wasn’t, you’d likely find yourself as Il Dottore’s new assistant.

Although most people would find working for a harbinger, especially The Doctor, to be a complete nightmare, you concluded that being Alhaitham's slave was the epitome of "overrated garbage," and you despise the scribe so much you can't even remember his appearance. Sure, Layla’s jealous that you’re essentially set for life by being a scribe assistant but at least Dottore gives his assistants a hefty pay (discounting his crimes against humanity…)

You’re not proud to call Alhaitham your boss. That stupid #093c0d face doesn’t make your 2 million mora salary worth the trouble. He needs to pay for your mental health insurance–

“Are you alright, poppet? You’re looking at me like you would with one of your test slimes.”

You exhaled deeply, “sorry, I suddenly thought of a hex code #093c0d person.”

Pulcinella closed his eyes.

“A dark green shade?”

“That’s right.”

“...”

With an unreadable yet deliberate face, Pulcinella fixed his gaze on you. Your unique perspective on others didn't seem to disturb your grandpups the way it did your parents. He is one of the select few who is aware of how you assign people's personalities through colors. Pulcinella raised his glasses further up before giving a sage-like nod. The moment he crossed his arms, you knew he understood what you were trying to express.

“So it’s a lover’s quarrel.”

“Yes, exactly.”

…

“Wait, what– NO!!! Pups, please stop assuming shit– things!!!”

Never mind— he is SO far off.

Why is he convinced that you’re dating that prick? What the hell did your mom tell him?!

“I heard that, poppet. And do not misunderstand, I think this is a good thing.”

Your uncle-grandfather cupped your cheeks and squished them between his fingers. Perhaps this is what people consider a wholesome grandpa-grandchild dynamic– but social norms should’ve also labeled this as domestic violence. His pinching hurts. Your clipped groans made him grin wider.

“After all, this means that you have seen his flaws and true character. What better way to break a couple up than a genuine argument?”

“PWUUUPS!!!”

Pulcinella pulled his hands away.

“I felt distraught when I heard you have given up your pursuit of civil engineering and chose a career in the Haravatat,” he sighed and took off his hat, holding it against his chest. “I was rooting for you, dear. I had faith in your aspirations. Even Lord Capitano found it upsetting to learn that the future engineer I frequently boasted about had become a lesser Lord Kusanali underling.”

You squirmed and rubbed your cheeks, staring at the ground.

Lord Capitano was not someone you often interacted with, but you knew that he had an eye for talent– and he sought after yours. Perhaps this is your ego talking, but it felt like even he believed you’re best suited for an engineering course too. Other than your grandpups and subsequently his recruit, Ajax, Lord Capitano was one of the Fatuis you respected.

Alhaitham truly crushed your dreams.

“I know, Pups…”

“You know what to do, right?”

You nodded solemnly, before looking him dead in the eye. Pulcinella can see your determination clear as day.

You breathed in.

“I’m going to commit arson.”

He patted your back, smiling.

“That’s my grandchild!”

Pulcinella tip-toed and ruffled your hair.

“Alright, this old man had given up. Just show grandpups where the ring is.”

“Her majesty the Tsaritsa’s sake– I already told you Pups– ALHAITHAM AND I ARE NOT DATING!!!”

It was an exceptionally hot evening in Sumeru City despite being far from the desert. You should be inside your apartment right now, studying the Dendro Vision book Alhaitham gave you but you’d rather be where you are now. It’s about to get warmer, yet you’d dare argue that both you and master architect Kaveh’s headache can compete with its 38°C average temperature.

“C’mon, please?”

“No, I’m not helping you burn Alhaitham’s house down.”

“What?! Why not?!”

“Damnit, (Y/n)– BECAUSE I LIVE THERE!!!”

“Oh, right.”

You flopped back to your seat, eyes rolling back, deflated.

Kaveh cried out in pain while lowering his head to the table. He somewhat resembled a dried-out raisin. He had a drinking binge the night before, so this isn't because he's not a morning person. Although you expressed regret for knocking on his (Alhaitham's) door, the architect never misses a chance to rant about his housemate. Kaveh's pain wasn't even close to how much he detested Alhaitham. Now here you both are, sitting outside Lambad’s Tavern like morons because you both forgot to bring your wallets.

Not a sight you’d expect from a master-of-all-trades (ex-)engineering student and a genius architect.

“Damn it…” You whined. “What else am I supposed to do now?”

“Await until Focalors passes her judgment,” he answered hoarsely.

In other words: curl up and die, probably.

“Yeah… Yeah, that sounds viable. Let me just go to Fontaine real quick– oh wait, I can’t, because some dumbass scribe paid the corps to keep me from reaching the borders.”

Kaveh chuckled, still caressing his headache, not caring how his messy and unwashed locks covered his eyes. You’d be surprised if he told you he didn’t just get out of bed. He appeared like he was ready to sleep for all eternity, or more accurately, Kaveh’s starting to look eerily similar to Layla. In terms of colors though, he’d still be a #ffda29 and not a #003153.

He sneered, “did the sun always look this bright, powerful, and oh-so hateful?”

“It wouldn’t look like that if you didn’t down the pitcher I left on the table last night, Kaveh.”

You both turned to look at the voice– rather, the abyss. Alhaitham stood behind you. Or at least, you think it’s him.

Okay, here’s the deal: you hate remembering his face.

You handle your memory much like a student would a personal bookshelf– you’ll occasionally take out the information you no longer wish to retain in favor of more useful and relevant ones. As a creature with longevity, an elf should be picky when it comes to memories. You believe your approach is in the same vein as Pulcinella disposing of “less valuable assets’' without hesitation. If there’s no point in having it, why carry the baggage? But there are at least two facts that you can easily recall about Alhaitham: it’s his voice and the color #093c0d.

In other words, he’s just a talking dark green slime in your eyes.

Which he considers a major step up, by the way. You went from ignoring him to recognizing his voice, to associating him with one color. That’s quite a development. A pathetically slow progression, but still a positive one.

“THERE YOU ARE, ALHAITHAM, YOU PRI–”

The man swiftly dodged his slap by crouching down. He honestly didn’t have to put in the effort when Kaveh’s attacks were sluggish.

“–CK! WHY’D YOU LABEL THE ALCOHOL AS WATER?!”

Tons of passersby stared at Kaveh as he flailed around, but they were quick to look away. It’s no longer a secret that he lives with the scribe. Everyone in Sumeru City knows about his tactless antics and none are deaf when it comes to his loud gripes about his housemate. Even so, you went up to him to soothe his worries and restore his reputation because not everyone understands he's not a bad person.

Alhaitham scoffed, glaring.

“I didn’t. The label said "Fire-Water.””

“WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES THAT MAKE?!”

“Fire-water? Oh.”

Your hand flew to your mouth as you connected the two dots.

That beverage from Snezhnaya is notorious for having a high alcohol content and is only known in Mondstadt as the drink Master Ragnvindr forbade exports of. As a quote-unquote "wine connoisseur," you were invited to one of his parties. Fortunately, you were able to warn Diluc of how potent it is firsthand– Kaveh? Not so much.

You snorted.

“Yeah, Kaveh, I hate to take Alhaitham’s side on this but this one is on you, friend.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, betrayed.

“HAH?!”

“Need I remind you that fire-water is an alcoholic beverage, Kaveh.” Alhaitham waved his hand, emphasizing his condescending tone. “Maybe if you listened to me instead of ranting about my work ethic, you would’ve known that I received it as a gift from a Fatui Harbinger.”

Your ears perked up. “From a Harbinger?”

Alhaitham smirked but it was gone as quickly as it came.

“Hmm. I’m certain that you know him, assistant (L/n). His name is Pulcinella,” the scribe said. “He left me a note. He said he wishes that I drink to my heart’s content as a thank-you gift for hiring his grandchild. I wasn’t aware you have a kind grandfather.”

You smiled back, crookedly.

No. No, your uncle-grandfather DEFINITELY wanted to see Alhaitham in pain. He didn’t even bother giving him a bottle– he gave him a fucking leftover pitcher.

Alhaitham took your arm. Unfortunately, he’s taller than you with muscle strength you can’t compete with. You squirmed but resistance was futile. Doesn’t mean you can’t bite his arm off–

“Assistant (L/n)–”

You gritted your teeth. “Don’t touch me, sir.”

Alhaitham paused, processing how much emphasis you put into pronouncing the word “sir.”

“–I’ll be taking you away now.” He looked down on your friend and scoffed. “Kaveh, do try your best to not be a burden to Mx. (L/n) again.”

Kaveh clutched his head, still in pain.

Sorry, Kaveh. That drink and beating headache were not meant for you in the slightest. You made a mental note to make it up to him, but not today. You have a lot on your plate right now.

“Idiot. They’re the one that invited me here!”

“True–”

“I quite frankly don’t care,” Alhaitham spat coldly.

“From now on, refrain from having conversations with my assistant. Unless you’re prepared to face the consequences.”

“Do you remember the approximate damage multipliers an aggravate reaction causes?”

“Nope.”

“Tch. I just discussed this, I can’t believe you already forgot.”

“You think I forgot? Haha, hell no. I didn’t forget, I just wasn’t paying any attention.”

Alhaitham dragged you down a secluded area in the rainforests with a sword in hand. Quite frankly, you hoped he brought his weapon to kill you, but you’re well aware of what this is about.

This is a lesson straight out of a page of “Dendro Vision Qualifications 101: Normal Attack Patterns.” The Acting Grand Sage thinks that you should have at least enough fighting proficiency for you to start formally working for him. As for you? You think this whole charade is utterly meaningless.

Sometimes, you truly do wish you were born as a rock instead. Maybe then you would be able to perform the “gray-rock method” whenever Alhaitham starts his drivel about dendro visions. You bet you’d make a pretty good tombstone for your dead childhood friend if you were a rock. Being a rock is probably the nicest thing to be. You get to be something created from the Geo element– the element and vision you desired. And not dendro.

Anything but lame old dendro.

This is so stupid. You wanted a geo vision, damn it. What on earth did you do to make Rex Lapis spite you, and what kinda breakthrough did you accomplish to gain the Lesser Lord Kusanali’s favor instead?!

If only you got something that isn’t the same as Alhaitham’s vision. Maybe if you got an electro vision you’d be learning how to brandish a lance with the General Mahamatra instead. Unlike most people, you enjoy being in his prolonged company and dry jokes. You’ve exchanged letters with Cyno multiple times– but your friend’s on-the-spot puns are 10x funnier than the things he writes down. Of course, that’s only because his earnest delivery sells it.

“In this fighting stance, you can perform up to 4 consecutive attacks, dishing out dendro damage approximately every 2 seconds interval–”

You held up your Eye of Perception.

“Bold of you to assume I’ll use this vision.”

“–charge attacks on the other hand require a hefty amount of stami–”

You yawned, halting Alhaitham in the middle of his “lecture.”

There’s a reason why you chose an Eye of Perception, and that’s because, unlike most catalysts, it procures physical damage as well. With someone as petty as you, it’s only natural that you’d brandish a weapon that doesn’t rely too much on dendro reactions.

“Yeah, I’ll just hit the enemy with my catalyst. Like, aim and shoot, or maybe I’ll just go with blunt force. This eye of perception looks like it’s made of metal, it can probably dish out some physical damage–”

Alhaitham shifted forward. Your gentle yet insouciant voice forced him out of his momentum.

“(Y/n).”

“...Yes, sir?”

His gaze sharpened.

“Pay attention.”

You snorted. Was he trying to intimidate you?

You, an elf who lived longer than him? How arrogant. It was becoming clearer why Alhaitham never once had a girlfriend or boyfriend. Or maybe a genuine friend in general. His senior who happens to also be his housemate does not count.

“No thanks.” You laughed to yourself, barely containing your amusement. “I think I’m doing fine.”

“What do you expect will happen if you don’t listen to my instructions? Your unfailing indifference sickens me.” He sheathed his sword back. “Do I have to spell everything out? You’ll get injured in combat. You won’t be able to defend yourself from fungi, eremites, and other enemies on the prowl. All for what? Useless pride? Grow up. Accept that you got a dendro vision and be done with it.”

“Tch…” You know how you feel, but you do not have the strength to say it out loud.

What an impossible task. He’s telling you– the most stubborn person you know– to give up on your goals? Inconceivable. You bet he sees the mediocre majority as nothing more than defective pawns, and you’re well aware you belong in that lowly category.

To him, grief may as well be easy as breathing. For you, years had gone by and you could still hear their voice. The scribe knows nothing about tributes for the dead. 

Your old childhood friend beckons you back to the chasm. His voice comes once the dark rears in, reverbing his desperate pleas for a fitting grave. It’s a voice that twists around your chest like a knife. You can’t get their faces out of your memetic bookshelf, but it’s not as if you’re willing to dispose of them.

You didn’t want a dendro vision. 

You wanted a geo vision to construct mausoleums for your dead friends.

Alhaitham scowled.

“Fine. We’ll resume our lesson next week.”

He bumped into your shoulder as he walked by. For a split second, you’re reminded that your superior had longer eyelashes than you do. And it made the gesture more annoying.

Strange. 

Alhaitham wouldn’t normally let you off so easily…

Maybe he’s busy?

“If you’re so insistent on only utilizing physical attacks, be my guest. Next time, I will not back down a single step.” Alhaitham walked away with heavy feet, stamping the dirt with his heels.

The consequences of your actions began to sink in. You may have lived longer than Alhaitham, but needless to say, he had more experience in combat.

Admittedly, you may have done yourself a disservice by acting out… You huffed.

No, no way.

“What could possibly go wrong? He’s just a feeble scholar!”

Unsurprisingly, Alhaitham was not, in fact, a feeble scholar.

Thankfully you have the Eye of Perception at your disposal because the moment he found you walking towards Devantaka Mountain the following week, the bastard went for your jugular.

“What the fuck, Alhaitham?!”

You fired a single shot, aimed higher this time knowing that he would attempt to evade. Much like his actions with Kaveh last time, Alhaitham was quick to dodge that projectile. His timing is impeccable as he activated his vision.

#ff0e0e starts blaring in your line of sight. You’ve always trusted these colors— your instincts.

You’re in danger.

“Tch!”

You almost didn’t recognize that it was him. If he wasn’t breathing heavily, you would've mistaken him for an assassin. Alhaitham never made any unnecessary movements. His slashes were not done with the intent of harming you, but shepherding you to an appropriate trap. Your knee scraped against the grass and minuscule rocks. Prioritizing distance over attacks was a wrong move– he’s faster than anticipated. You gasped sharply as the scribe pinned you against a tree trunk–

… His scent caught your attention.

“A cicin mage’s perfume…?” You mumbled, eyes wide.

That didn’t seem right. Their perfume usually doesn’t smell this unpleasant and metallic.

Your ears drooped down as you realized this Alhaitham did not attack because he’s a lunatic, no. That malodorous stench was akin to a grandmother’s bittersweet husk.

This Alhaitham was under the influence of aphrodisiacs, and it is not something you can fault him for.

“What– What on earth happened?”

He twisted your arm slightly, not enough that’ll make you scream but just rough for a tiny yelp–

and that’s how he boldly claimed your lips.

You froze in horror, letting him take advantage of your plight. Alhaitham pulled away, panting slightly.

“F-Fuck…”

Alhaitham moaned as he slipped his tongue back inside. You tried to stop him but you yelped the moment his hand groped your thigh. His breath fanned your flustered skin as he moved to slither his arms around your waist, closing the already small distance between you two.

You weakly pulled back. The rainforest had never felt this humid before.

Something is truly off about his scent.

“L-Let go!!!” You hissed and punched his chest, completely forgetting your catalyst in your panic. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?! Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

He didn’t listen despite your physical protests. Alhaitham disgustingly crooned down and sloppily dabbed wet kisses down your neck. His saliva dripped over his shoulder, coating you in hopes that it would leave his trace.

It felt wrong. You felt dirty– like you were kissing an actual #093c0d slime.

“P-Please…” He whispered, his voice dropping dangerously weak and vulnerable. “H-Help me, (Y/n)…”

Your face flushed as you wiped the saliva that connected you both from your lips.

You’ve never heard Alhaitham beg before.

Is this really him?

His fistful grip on your clothes grew taut as desperation colored his knuckles white. You had never seen Alhaitham lose his cool the way he does now, and the broken sight in his eyes made you uneasy and uncertain.

He looked pathetic.

“Haitham, your…” your hand supported his neck and he hungrily leaned in to feel your touch. “Your heartbeat is loud.”

“I know,” he whimpered.

You bit your lip. You could sense his pulse going faster.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been kissed– or first anything. You’ve had your fair share of “soulmates” and “flings”, but those happened decades ago. Before you were mastering engineering, you were a freelance artist who’d had many affairs with humans and elves alike out of the undiagnosed emptiness that was grief. Up until Faruzan made you start a new leaf, you indulged in numerous vices, including wine and one-night stands. She was the closest a human could hope to understand the loneliness an elf would have.

Both your appearance give the illusion of youth, but your bones are held together by flesh older than this man. She would undoubtedly be angry with you as soon as she learns that you enabled Alhaitham's small rendezvous.

“Alhaitham, I’m more than a decade years older than you–” you squirmed.

“But I want you,” he groaned.

Those words felt so different when he was the one who said them. Nearly sinister.

“I know,” you said, but your voice doesn’t match the confidence you were meant to exude. “But this isn’t you, this is your hormones doing the talking. Where did the cicin mage attack you?”

“Between Pardis Dhyai and Yashna Monument”

“Between WHAT?!” You gawked. “That’s miles away from here!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does!!!”

You yanked his shirt. It’s thin, yet surprisingly durable. The strength of the fabric is not what made you unnerved, but his stare.

He gazed at you as if you were his lifeline— as if you were the only thing that allowed him to breathe. Alhaitham’s hot breaths were shallow, fanning your face as you took note of how red his face, neck, and ears were. You noticed how he struggled to gulp— struggled to keep his composure. His bedroom eyes had not once diverted their attention away from you.

“It doesn't matter how far I ran. You were the one I wanted to see. You were the face that came to mind after getting poisoned."

You pretended not to hear that.

“Alhaitham, we need to get you to Tighnari.”

“He can’t help me.”

“The forest watcher can most certainly help you more than me.”

“You don’t know that.”

You don't want to hear him talk anymore, to be honest. You're horrified by how weak and inaudible his voice sounded.

“Why did you come to Avidya Forest all the way from there? Why not head straight to the city?”

“So many questions…” He irritably spat. “Just stop talking and kis–”

“I refuse,” you glared. “Why were you heading towards Port Ormos? Did you think I was going to help you get over this mess out of the goodness of my heart?”

Did he forget how much you loathe him?

“No. No, of course not.”

He chuckled, full of self-loathing.

“I know you hate me, (Y/n). I would hate myself too.”

You raised an eyebrow. Of course, he’s self-aware— you just didn’t expect him to say that out loud.

Alhaitham continued, “but I’m not the one at fault here.”

Defeated, he rested his head on your shoulder. To avoid having you look at his expression, Alhaitham cupped your back, running fingers through your scalp so that you may only look forward. His body pressed against yours firmly. There’s no possible way for you not to be wholly aware of how warm he was and how fast his heart was beating. 

It was distracting to know how much the poison affected someone like Alhaitham, whom you thought was damn near untouchable.

Awkwardly, you returned the favor and played with his hair. Alhaitham gasped softly, making you shiver as you realized how sensitive you are to his breathing from this position.

“And who would that be?” You asked quietly. “If your pride won’t let you seek Tighnari’s aid then since you’re here you might as well tell me everything, starting from the very beginning.”

“T-That won’t be necessary.”

“If we want to rule out who your true assailant is, then yes it is,” you answered. “I think this is what you call the process of elimination.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you with his arms stretched out. Alhaitham still kept you pinned on the tree, but there’s more space for you now to move and see his face. 

Ah, you’ve nearly forgotten again.

Alhaitham has green-orange eyes.

“No need.”

He clicked his tongue.

“It was Pulcinella. Your grandfather sent a cicin mage in an attempt to seduce and assassinate me.”

… Oh.

You should’ve guessed. You really should’ve guessed that he was behind all this.

Instinctively, you tried to cover your mouth from shock, but he quickly grabbed them and pressed them back to the tree behind you again. He tightened his hold once more, making you wince.

“I didn’t mind at first because your grandfather reminded me of my own grandmother,” Alhaitham gritted his teeth. “Pulcinella—”

He bit his bottom lip, his seafoam eyes looking unstable and royally pissed.

“He’s not after me because of my position as the Acting Grand Sage. H-He was merely looking after you. His expression was one I recognized. It's a grandfather's love. I may not show empathy as frequently as my housemate would like, but at least I am conscious of how important family is. I don’t want you to have to arrange your grandparent’s funeral like I did.”

You’re not unaware of who Alhaitham’s grandmother was. At one point, you had befriended her back when she was out on a mission to acquire 1,000 books. To think that you’ll meet her grandson for the first time in college and that you’ll end up in a situation like this… you’re sure she would’ve never condoned any of this. She wouldn’t appreciate that her grandson was trying to fuck the elf that helped her build her small library.

This is wrong. 

Everything about this is wrong. From the age gap to the work power distance– it’s vile– 

You want to vomit.

“So— s-so what did you do?”

“I didn’t want to kill your grandfather in retaliation.”

“Yes, you’ve established that. You don’t usually beat around the bush— go back to being the Alhaitham I know and just get straight to the point, damn it!”

“I ended up tracking all of his people in Sumeru down.”

He chuckled lowly.

Your heart started racing as well. 

If his heart was beating out of excitement, yours were out of a rational fear that you wouldn’t get out of this unscathed and mentally sound.

“It’s laughable how his lackeys were so incompetent. If they listened to my lectures at all, they would’ve known how to defend themselves.”

“What… What the hell are you talking about?” 

There was nowhere to run. You’re trapped unless Alhaitham lets go of both your wrists. Your dilated eyes surveyed the woodland, but you weren't confident that, should the occasion arise, your shaky knees could put some distance between you and the scribe.

“Didn’t you notice? They were stalking us from the moment I was teaching you how to use your vision last week, and likely even before that.”

His face drew near and you strained your neck to hopefully maintain at least a hair of distance between both of your lips.

Alhaitham closed his eyes.

“Did you honestly think I’d postpone our practice due to your mild complaining? Don’t you understand how excruciating it is to be away from you for a week?”

He pressed his forehead against yours.

“But I had to do it. For us.”

“Where… Where were you when you were gone? What did you do to them?”

You didn’t want to ask.

You already know the answer. 

“When will you start thinking before you speak?”

With fears renewed, your body felt small underneath his gaze. He’s not even looking at you— his piercing green eyes weren’t even looking directly at your soul. You turned away and gazed at his left shoulder— shrieking.

Never in your 100+ years of life did you feel so stupid. Only now did you realize that it wasn’t just a cicin mage’s perfume you smelled earlier.

There was blood all over his coat.

“Stop screaming, (Y/n). I’ve finished the job and it’s high time you reward me, wouldn’t you agree?”

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[flokali]

Mori, my knees are buckling at the thought of Al Haitham just fucking reader in a slow and steady but hard pattern like pap... pap... pap... and you're just trying to buck or push him off even when you're fucked dumb because you're over stimulated to the point that it hurts so good. Eyelids fluttering, eyes red from tears, actual tears bubbling at your lash line, your face and neck flushing from the exertion as drool drips down your and Haitham's chin while his tongue just explores your mouth. You try to push him away, but he doesn't crash himself into you to subdue you. He's too much in control of himself. He knows what he wants. He is unmoving even when you try to push him away but you can't. He remains in his place, taking all your force but refusing to move away. He wants to consume you and he will patiently and steadily do so, one lick, one thrust, one flick at a time. You will eventually embrace him of your own accord at some point. Whether you finally love him back or fucked dumb to the point you'll babble praises of love, it will happen regardless. After all, Al Haitham is a patient man.

Cont: I almost forgot the best part imo . It's when you're just a few orgasms away from breaking, your feet are twitching, your squeaks, whines, and moans are getting harder to conceal but you can't help it when Haitham is making you feel this good. He hums in approval. He pulls your face into the crook of his neck, making you get drunk on his musk to make you remember only he can make you feel this good. You breathily whine as he transitions from thrusting in a steady slow but hard pattern to just grinding his hips into yours, the head of his cock just rubs against your cervix as his pelvis and the upper part of his cock rubs against your clit. "Mmm... I know... I know... Just let it all out..." He licks the shell of your ear and then nibbles your lobe, his breath and held back groans rumble against your ear and fills your mind with nothing but him. Your whines and moans pitch higher and faster as you stutter out his name and you feel your orgasm coming and you know it just feels so good. Your body spasms in the pitching pleasure and it scrambles for something to hold on to. Your hands were barely able to rest on his shoulders when your orgasm took you. Your body twitched and bucked against his in a euphoric release. He praises you for being so honest now. "That's it... That's my good girl... Keep cumming for me, keep feeling good on my cock" His lips slots against yours and no matter how hard your body rocks during your release, he swallows up your moans and whines without difficulty or moving. Once your orgasm settles, he does not stop thrusting into you in that slow, steady, and hard pattern. Your whines of pleasure as your mind is floating. All you know is that Haitham is making you feel so fucking good. Your arms wrap around him affectionately as your legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer. You moan his name and pull him closer to you. Haitham isn't about to stop just when he reached his goal of attaining you. He will shackle you to him during the throes of pleasure. You will never leave him. After all, the thought will never enter your mind when all you can think about is how he's making you cum over and over again.

Warnings: AFAB reader, n/oncon, smut, non-sfw, mindbreak, dumbification,

18+ UTC

He thinks you look the prettiest when you’re cumming on his cock, there’s just something about the blissful look in your eyes as you cum that drives him a tad bit crazy.

Something about your heated cheeks, the way your eyes slowly roll back into your skull as you spasm around his cock.

It doesn’t help that he’s addicted to the way your cunt feels around him, you just feel too good on his dick.

It’s why he can’t help himself from making love to you every chance he gets, even if at first you struggle and beg him to stop, it only takes a couple of orgasms for you to beg him to fill you up with his seed.

His teasing touches as he rubs your clit with expert fingers, the way he slowly shoves himself into your warm entrance.

He has a reason for why he does what he does, it’s not just due to carnal pleasure. He’s training you, slowly but surely conditioning you to associate him with pleasure. Whenever he’s around, you feel good, he makes you feel good. It’s only natural you start seeking him out.

Al-Haitham makes sure to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he humps your cute cunt, making sure his words reach you as you come undone on his cock. He even makes sure to treat you gently and with his sick “love” so you begin associating good things with him, it’s impressive how good he is manipulating you, he never makes you cry more than you need to and he always does aftercare (even if it’s the bare minimum).

Doesn’t help that he’s the only person you interact with, so it’s logical that you soon start to warm up to him.

He even goes as far as conditioning you to get horny whenever he says a few key-words, you’re just too easy to mold into the perfect lover for him. He can easily have you soiling your pretty panties with slick with a flick of his wrist.

You can’t help growing wet when you see his fingers, you can’t help panting when you see his tongue dart to wet his lips, you’re not really in the right state of mind; you’re slowly becoming a cock-hungry slut who only thinks about pleasure and Al-Haitham.

It takes him sometime, but soon enough you don’t fight him as he straddles your waist, you no longer ask him to stop kissing you, soon you’re the one initiating physical contact.

He’ll turn you into his perfect, submissive little toy made to love and pleasure him.

#yandere al haitham #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin au #al haitham smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #afab reader #male yandere #๋࣭. hidden devotee #๋࣭ ancient scrolls

[bell4lan]

Car Sex

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: Alhaitham's: Riding, crying during sex, semi-public sex, parking lot sex, praise, unprotected sex.

Thoma's: Riding, feminine words used for privates, creampie, talks of pregnancy but it doesn't happen, sex in another person's car, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, praise.

Tighnari's: Doggy style, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, kinda rough sex (?), hickies, reader is called master once.

Kaeya's: Semi-public sex, protected sex, fucking your best friends brother oops, romantic (?), kind of fluffy.

Character(s)/Reader: Top Alhaitham & Bottom Male Reader, Bottom Trans Thoma & Top Male reader, Bottom Tighnari & Top Male reader, Bottom Kaeya & Top Male reader (in order)

Alhaitham

"O-oh fuck!" You moaned as you felt your husbands cock hit your prostate. You could barely breathe in the stuffy car, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Alhaithams cock inside you. You couldn't stop bouncing, completely absorbed in the pleasure you were receiving from him.

"Just like that baby, such a good boy. Archons you look so cute bouncing on my cock." Alhaitham's smirk was huge as he gripped your hips tighter. He couldn't take his eyes off you, your desperate bounces were so fucking cute. Seeing your cock bounce too made him chuckle to himself and squeeze your ass.

His words made you move faster, his deep and sexy voice making you even more needy and desperate to cum. Fuck this was so risky, even though the windows in Alhaithams car were tinted, you both could still get caught. You guys definitely should've waited until you got home instead of doing it in the parking lot of his work, but you both were too horny to wait. You needed each other.

Alhaitham was stressed from work, and you had been left needy at home. At least it was night, so there probably wasn't anyone there. Despite that, the risk was still so exciting, yet terrifying. If anyone were suspicious of the shaking car, they would see you fucking yourself on your husbands cock in the backseat. Just the thought made you shiver.

"I'm close H-Haitham!" You stuttered through your moans, tears of pleasure falling down your face.

"Go on baby, cum for me." He whispered as he started jerking you off. The stimulation from his cock and his hand had you practically screaming as you came. You stopped bouncing as your orgasm hit like a truck, thighs twitching from your release. Alhaitham groaned as he saw you twitch from your intense orgasm, pulling you off gently once you were finished. He sat up and laid you down so you could recover as he finished himself off. He let out a deep moan as he came onto your stomach, panting heavily from the stuffy air.

He grabbed some napkins that he kept in his center console, and wiped off his hand and your stomach. He tried to wipe off the cum on his shirt, but stopped once he saw you reach out for him.

"You okay baby? Need some air?" He asked as he lifted you up and fixed your clothes. You leaned against him as he tried to straighten up your appearance, feeling too tired to care about it. You nodded slowly and felt him reach behind you to roll down the window.

"I feel gross.." You whispered into his shoulder.

"Let's go home. We can take a nice shower and get rid of all this sweat." He said, his voice soft as he held you. You nodded again, and felt your husband let you go to get in the front. You stayed in the back because of how tired you were, and smiled as you watched Alhaitham drive.

That sex was totally worth it.

Thoma

The car came to a stop as Thoma got to a red light, his fingers tapping the wheel gently. He was currently driving Ayato back to his home. As his trusted assistant, it was important that he was the one to do the more personal duties. Ayato didn't trust some random driver with his address, so Thoma was usually the one to drive him home if Ayato didn't do it himself.

Thoma glanced at his watch and saw that it was close to the time you got off work. He wondered if he could just take the car to pick you up, though he'd have to ask first since it wasn't his. He sort of didn't want to since Ayato usually teases him whenever he brings up his boyfriend. He knew it was just for fun, but he can't help but get flustered whenever Ayato teases him about you.

"Hey Ayato, would it be okay if I pick up my boyfriend after I drop you off?" Thoma asked, voice cracking a bit at the beginning out of nervousness.

"Of course you can Thoma. Though if I see any stai-"

"There will be no such thing sir!" Thoma cut him off before he could finish, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. He could feel his face heat up from what Ayato was implying. The blue haired man just chuckled as he saw Thoma's flushed face in the mirror, and went back to whatever he was doing before.

Thoma finally made it to Ayato's house and said his goodbyes, waiting until Ayato got inside safely. Once he did, he quickly got back into the car and made his way to your job. He hummed happily as he drove, excited to see you so soon after work. Usually he works until late at night, but this time he got off early.

He arrived outside of your work and saw you walking out. He rolled down the window and honked the horn, making you look over at him. Your face showed a look of shock, which quickly changed into one of happiness. You ran over to the car and spoke to him through the open window.

"Thoma! You got off early? Whose car is this?" You asked with a smile. Thoma felt his heart race seeing you so excited to see him.

"Yep! This is Ayato's car, he let me take it." He explained, smiling back at you. You got in and gave Thoma a kiss as he rolled up the window again.

"I missed you." You whispered, lips dangerously close to his.

"I missed you too." His voice as quiet as yours. He glanced down at your lips before looking up at your eyes, hinting at permission to kiss you. You closed the gap between you and kissed him deeply. Thoma moved his hand from the steering wheel to the side of your face, cupping your cheek as you kissed.

The kiss started to get a bit more heated, making Thoma break it off.

"Let's move this somewhere else, hm?" He said before backing away so he could drive somewhere more private. You nodded and rested your hand on his thigh as he drove. You inched it up closer to his crotch as he drove, making his breath hitch. There was still a while until you guys would make it home, and Thoma was way too horny to wait, so he pulled into a secluded area. Thankfully, it was night and the windows were tinted, so if anyone were to pull in, you'd have time to get it together before getting caught.

You both took off your seatbelts before pulling each other into another heated kiss, your hands roaming Thoma's body. You pulled away to catch your breath and blushed from your boyfriends cute expression.

"Wanna get in the back?" You asked, Thoma nodded and let you climb in the back first. You sat in the middle and helped Thoma get in the back too, moving him onto your lap. You both immediately went back to your heated make out, hands roaming and caressing each others bodies. Thoma moved his hips against yours and felt your cock harden. He loved having this affect on you, he loved that he could make you so turned on in a matter of seconds.

You pulled away to catch your breath and untucked Thoma's shirt, letting your hands run up underneath it. Your cool palms on his bare skin made him shiver. You turned your attention away from his body and up to his face, smiling at his blush.

"Are you sure you want to go any further in your boss's car?" You asked with a smirk, rubbing your thumb on his hip. The realization of where he was doing this seemed to finally hit Thoma. He shoved his head into your shoulder and groaned.

"We shouldn't be doing this here...but..." He trailed off, feeling far to shy to say what he wants.

"But what love?" You asked as you looked at him.

"But...I need you so badly." He whined, jerking his hips a little to show just how needy he was. You tightened your grip on his hips and groaned quietly.

"Fuck baby, he won't find out right? There's no cameras or anything." You said, moving your hand to behind his head, running your fingers through his soft blonde hair. Thoma thought back to what Ayato said earlier. 'It would be okay as long as there's no stains...right?' He thought to himself. He knew he shouldn't do it, that it'd be wrong to have sex in his boss's car, but his mind was too full of lust to care.

"He won't find out." He said, voice whiney from how aroused he was. He pulled away and looked into your eyes, moving his hands down to undo your pants. He took out your cock and looked down at it, feeling himself get wet from how hard it was in his hands. He stroked you slowly and kissed you, blushing from the soft moans you let out. Pulling away, you stopped his strokes, making him confused.

"I can't be the only one feeling good Thoma." You whispered as you undid his pants, helping him take them off. He felt so flustered from how exposed he was, especially since he was in a public area and in a car that wasn't his, but that just made it more exciting. He moved himself so he was on top of your dick, grinding against it and moaning softly.

"Fuck Thoma, you're so wet." You groaned, watching as his folds slid along your dick. Your words turned Thoma on even more, making him speed up his movement. He cupped your face as he moved, looking deep into your eyes.

"Please fuck me." He whispered. He needed you inside him, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't care that he was in Ayato's car, or that you guys were in a public area, he just wanted you.

"But I don't have a condom." You said softly. You didn't care about whether or not you used one, you both were clean, but you knew Thoma always insisted on it since he was afab and there was a small chance of him getting pregnant.

"I don't care, just fuck me." He whined, moving his hands down your arms and gripping onto your sleeves. You nodded and positioned your cock under him so he could lower himself onto you. Thoma sunk onto your cock and took a deep breath, holding back a loud and needy moan because of the stretch. The lack of prep made Thoma feel so tight, you couldn't help but groan at the tight fit.

"Th-thoma you're so fucking tight." You stuttered, trying to hold back another noise so you could speak. Thoma finally sunk all the way down on your cock and panted heavily, feeling so hot from having you so deep inside him. He leaned back a bit and started to move up and down on your cock, watching as his pussy took all of you in.

You couldn't help but squeeze his ass as you watched him take you, your cock disappearing between those cute pink folds. Fuck he was so hot. He's taken you raw before, but you never got used to just how erotic it looked.

Thoma had been riding you for archons know how long, and he was so so close to coming. His thighs burned from his bouncing, but he couldn't stop, not when he was this close.

"S-so close (Name)!" He moaned as he kept going, your cock repeatedly hitting that perfect spot inside him. You moved your hand down to his swollen clit and rubbed it as he fucked himself on you. His moans got louder making you want to pound into him then and there, but you'd let him keep control of the situation. You groaned as you watched your cock slide in and out of his soaked cunt so easily, almost at the edge of release.

"(Name)- c-cum in me!" Thoma pleaded as he felt himself get closer and closer. Your eyes widened at his request.

"A-Are you sure?" You asked.

"Yes yes please cum in me." Thoma wouldn't stop begging for your cum, so you were going to give it to him. You gripped onto his hips and thrusted up into his tight pussy, watching as his mouth hung open from the intense pleasure he felt.

The only warning you had of him coming was the very loud moan he let out and his hole tightening around you. You groaned as you felt him tighten and kept fucking him through his orgasm. You came soon after he did and pulled him down so he was completely covering your cock as your cum filled him up.

The only sound filling the car now was your heavy breathing as you both tried to catch your breath. Thoma was leaning against you , whining softly from feeling your cock inside his overstimulated cunt. You hugged him against you and kissed his face, whispering praises into his ear.

You lifted him off your cock and laid him down, quickly getting his underwear so your cum wouldn't leak out onto Ayato's seats. You dressed him up and tucked yourself back into your pants, fixing up his hair once you did. You gave him small kisses on his face and smiled down at him.

"You ready to go home?" You asked softly as you cupped his face. He shook his head and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you on top of him.

"Baby, we can't stay in Ayato's car forever. Plus we have to clean you up and get the pill." You laughed out as you felt him cuddle into you more. Though, once you mentioned how you were still in his boss's car, he tensed up.

"I completely forgot this is Ayato's car.." He whispered upon realization. You both sat up and stayed in each others arms for a bit until you both decided to head home. You quickly dropped off Ayato's car and went back in Thoma's.

You kept telling Thoma you were worried about finishing in him, but he said he didn't mind. In fact, he admitted to liking it a lot, even if there were risks to it.

Fuck that made you want to go another round.

Tighnari

You and Tighnari were currently in the forest, gathering some plants for your boyfriend to study. He had always had an interest in plants, and wanted to introduce his interest to you, which is why this is the date he planned for you two. To be honest, it was fun doing this with Tighnari. Whenever you asked about the plants, Tighnari would explain enthusiastically, his tail swishing happily behind him. It was adorable, it made you so happy seeing him get all excited over his interest.

"Archons it's hot out, let's take a break (Name)." Tighnari said as he found a log to sit on. You nodded and sat next to him, placing the basket full of plants and fungi next to his.

"Want something to eat Tighnari?" You asked as you felt him lean on you. He shook his head, making his large ears hit you in the face. You laughed softly at them hitting you, making Tighnari's face flush out of embarrassment. He said a quiet apology before resting against you again. You held him close to you and smiled softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

It had been a while since you guys started taking a break, and you two were currently bickering over something stupid.

"Oh please (Name), you couldn't fluster me unless I allowed you to." Tighnari sassed, rolling his eyes at what you said.

"Allowed me to? So all those times I got you all flustered was because you allowed me to?" You asked, brow raised. He hummed a yes and nodded, completely confident in what he said. You scoffed at him in disbelief and flicked his forehead lightly.

"Hey!" He yelled, glaring at you. You pulled him closer to you and looked deeply into his eyes, kissing him gently. Tighnari's eyes widened out of surprise, but he soon melted into the kiss. You pulled away and brushed some of his hair out of his face.

"Can I go a little further?" You whispered. Tighnari blushed and nodded, even though it probably wasn't a good idea. You kissed him again, this time a bit deeper, and pressed your body against his. Tighnari gripped onto your clothes and pulled you closer to him, wanting to feel you even more. He pulled away and started nipping and kissing at your neck, making you chuckle softly.

"You got all worked up so quickly." You teased as you felt him mark your neck. He pulled away and glared at you again.

"It's been a while since we did it okay, fuck I've been craving you all week." He confessed, grip tightening on your clothes.

"Well then, let me give you what you've been craving baby. We probably shouldn't do it here though." You said with a smirk. Tighnari nodded and picked up the baskets, leading you back to the car.

Once you got to the car, Tighnari dropped the baskets and pushed you against it, kissing you passionately. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and felt up under your shirt. You had to pull away to catch your breath, and stopped Tighnari's hand from going any further.

"Someone's eager. Wanna fuck in the car?" You whispered that last part in his ear, making him shiver. He hit you softly and frowned.

"Don't be so vulgar..." He said with a blush.

"Is that a no?" You asked. Tighnari didn't say anything for a bit before shaking his head no. You smirked and opened the back door for Tighnari, letting him go in first. You went in after him and closed the door, turning on the ac so it wouldn't be so stuffy. You leaned back and watched as Tighnari climbed into your lap and cupped your face. He kissed you again, tongues intertwining as you moved your hands to his ass.

He pulled away and pulled off your top, allowing you to do the same to him. You admired his body once his shirt was off and kissed down his chest. Taking one of his nipples in your mouth, you sucked gently at it, looking up at him as he moaned from the sensation. You thought it was so adorable how sensitive his nipples were, you just had to play with them.

You kissed back up his chest and onto his neck, kissing behind his ear before whispering into it. "Can I fuck you from behind?" You asked, voice smooth and deep. Tighnari nodded and moved off your lap so you guys could take off your pants and underwear.

Tighnari moved onto his hands and knees and felt you get behind him.

"Shit, baby we don't have lube." You said, leaning over him as you held onto his ass.

"Use the oil for my tail." He said, pointing to his bag.

"Is that safe?" You asked skeptically.

"Yes yes I promise, just fuck me please." He begged, getting impatient. You chuckled and grabbed the oil, pouring some on your fingers before pushing one into his hole. You carefully prepped him so that there wouldn't be any pain when you entered, which Tighnari seemed to appreciate. His moans were so soft and cute as you fingered him, his tail wagged gently as you did.

"Is that good?" You asked as you kissed his back. He nodded and pushed his ass out toward you more, making you squeeze it. You pulled out your fingers once he seemed stretched enough and poured some of the oil onto your dick, making sure it was properly lubed up. You told Tighnari you were going to enter him and started to do it once he nodded.

Tighnari's eyes squeezed shut as he felt your large cock push into his hole, his ears flattening from the intrusion. Once you were all the way in, he couldn't help but whine at how full he felt.

"You okay baby?" You asked as you rubbed his hips comfortingly. He nodded and said you could move, so you did.

You started off slow so Tignari wouldn't get hurt, but he begged and begged for you to go faster, harder. Now you were practically slamming into him as he gripped at the seats, loud moans and skin slapping against skin filling up the car. The tip of your cock kissed his prostate each time you thrusted, making Tighnari almost choke on his moans. You spread his ass to get a good look at his hole, biting your lip as you watched him take you with ease.

"Shit baby, you're so fucking good for me." You cursed as he squeezed around you, his whines getting louder from your praise. You moved your hand to his bouncing dick and stroked it in time with your thrusts, making Tighnari lose it. He shoved his face into the seat and moaned loudly, ears pinned back as he felt his orgasm inching closer and closer.

"(Name)- shit gonna cum. Gonna cum master." He whined as you kept thrusting into him, drooling onto the seat from the stimulation. You kept stroking him until strings of cum spurted from his aching dick, covering your hand in the process. You fucked him through his orgasm until you released inside him, hearing him whine from getting filled. You pulled out and helped Tighnari up, peppering his face with kisses.

Tighnari kissed you again, though this time it was gentle, soft, and short lived. He got his water bottle and drank some of it as you cleaned him up.

Finally, you both were clean and clothed. Tighnari was sitting in the passenger seat as you put the baskets from before into the now clean backseat. You got into the drivers side and gave him a kiss before starting the car.

"So, how'd you know your tail oil was safe to use?" You asked as you drove, holding his hand.

"Uughhh." He groaned with a blush, making you laugh.

Kaeya

Grunts and groans filled the car as you and Kaeya made out, the music from the party you two escaped from becoming background noise to you two. Your hands were groping each other as you sucked on his tongue.

Fuck this was so wrong, he was your best friends brother. His brother who he rarely ever got along with. If he found out about this he'd be pissed, but Kaeya was too sexy to resist. When you saw him at the party all you could do was think about how hot he looked, about how much you wanted to kiss him. All of your doubts about pursuing him left once he pulled you into a heated kiss and asked if you wanted to take it further.

"Got a condom?" You asked, breathing heavily from the kiss. He smirked and pulled a condom out of his pocket, handing it to you. You placed it on the center console and undid his pants as he did the same to you.

"Shit, I don't have anything to prep you with." You said.

"It's okay, I prepped before I got here." He replied seductively as he spread his legs.

"Fuck Kaeya, are you always this vulgar?" You asked, feeling yourself getting even harder from what he said.

"Nope. Only to people I really like." He said, as he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you down. Your heart skipped a beat from what he said. He liked you? Like liked you? It could just be the heat of the moment that made him say it, but you were going to take it as a win anyway.

You tore open the condom and put it on your dick, lining it up with Kaeya's hole. You looked up at him and saw him nod, so you pushed in. He moaned softly as you filled him up, breathing heavily from your large size.

"Holy shit you're big." He laughed out as he caught his breath. You lifted up his legs so you'd have more room and started thrusting into him. He was so fucking tight, you could barely move. You were honestly suprised Kaeya wasn't in any pain right now, unless he was just good at hiding it.

Thrusting into the blue haired man got easier as you kept going, his hole taking you smoothly as it got used to your size. You leaned down and kissed him as you fucked him, muffling his moans with your lips. Kaeya was clinging onto you for dear life, your cock constantly hitting all the right places. He had never been with someone so good at sex. He swears he hit the jackpot with you, especially because of how loving your touch was. You were gentle enough to show that you actually cared about him, yet rough enough to where he felt fucking amazing.

Kaeya wrapped his legs around you so you'd fuck deeper inside him, his moans becoming louder. They were so sweet to hear, they were like a prize. A prize you got for making him feel so good.

Your thrusts got sloppy as you got closer to release. You could tell Kaeya was close too, his moans got loud and his grip on you tightened.

"G-gonna cum (Name)." He warned, his nails digging into the back of your shirt. You nodded and thrusted faster, feeling him tighten up as he came. His leg's trembled from his intense orgasm and his moans turned into soft whines. You finished in your condom because of how tight he became, and held onto him as he kept pulling you closer to him. He kissed you passionately beforing pulling away and cupping your face.

"I have a confession." He panted as he looked up at you.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I really like you, I have for a while. I wanted to ask you out tonight, but you looked so hot and I got carried away-" You cut him off with another kiss, though this one was more intimate, more loving. You couldn't believe the guy you had been secretly crushing on just confessed to you. Hell, you couldn't believe you just had sex with him. You pulled away and saw how shocked and flustered Kaeya looked.

"I feel the same way. I've been holding back because of- shit..." You cursed, realizing what you had just done.

"What is it?" He asked, worried that he did something wrong.

"Diluc. I forgot I came here with Diluc. He's why I didn't pursue you- shit he's going to kill me when he finds out." You said, slowly starting to panic. Kaeya pulled you out of him and sat both of you up.

"Diluc won't be mad at you. Don't worry, I won't let him. We may not get along, but we're still brothers. He'd be happy for us." He reassured. You nodded and gave him a hug before cleaning up and getting dressed.

"I don't think we should tell him tonight though, especially after doing what we just did." You said as you helped him out of the car.

"Oh definitely not, he'd kill me." Kaeya joked. You laughed and kissed him softly before parting ways to go find Diluc.

You really hoped he wouldn't question where you had been.

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This was honestly so fun to write but I lowkey started losing interest in the sex in Kaeya's part so that's why it's a bit sloppy.

Got a little carried away on Thoma's, don't mind that. 🤭

#genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin smut #alhaitham x male reader #al haitham x male reader #thoma x male reader #trans thoma #tighnari x male reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya smut #tighnari smut #thoma smut #alhaitham smut

[sacred-sacrilege]

Kinktober 2022 2023 Masterlist

Hello everyone! I recognize that I’ve been incredibly inactive for the last few months, but recently I’ve been more inspired to write (horny), and I happy to announce that I’ll be participating in as many days as possible this year. Looking forward to creating content for you!

I’m going to be focusing on Genshin Impact this time around, but there will be more for Obey Me in the future!

A LITTLE LATE, BUT I SHOULD MENTION THAT I WRITE FOR MALE AND GN READERS EXCLUSIVELY, AND MOST FICS WILL USE GENDERED LANGUAGE AND HE/HIM PRONOUNS Strikethroughs are utilized to show that I am no longer intending to write that particular fic.

1. Sex Toys | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

2. A/B/O | Diluc (dom!reader)

3. Glove Kink | Dottore (sub!reader)

4. Breath Play | Childe (dom!reader)

5. Breeding | Xiao (dom!reader)

6. Cockwarming | Gorou (dom!reader)

7. Costumes | Diluc (dom!reader)

8. Creampie | Xiao (dom!reader)

9. Double Penetration | Zhongli (sub!reader)

10. Spanking | Kaeya (dom!reader)

11. Erotic Photos | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

12. Violent Sex | Childe (dom!reader)

13. Dry Humping | Thoma (dom!reader)

14. Love Bites | Kaeya (dom!reader)

15. Group Sex | Diluc, Childe, Thoma, Kaeya (dom!reader)

16. Bath Sex | Zhongli (sub!reader)

17. Overstimulation | Xiao (dom!reader)

18. Bondage | Kaeya (dom!reader)

19. Masturbation | Diluc (dom!reader)

20. Mirror Sex | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

21. Nipple Play | Thoma (dom!reader)

22. Object Insertion | Dottore (sub!reader)

23. Orgasm Denial | Al-Haitham (dom!reader)

24. Outdoor Sex | Xiao (dom!reader)

25. Pet Play | Thoma (dom!reader)

26. Sex Pollen | Kaeya (dom!reader)

27. Wax Play | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

28. Sensory Deprivation | Kaeya (dom!reader)

29. Table Sex | Dainsleif (dom!reader)

30. Public Sex | Childe (dom!reader)

31. Sounding | Childe (dom!reader)

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #dark content #tw dark content #cw dark content #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #dainsleif x reader #al haitham x reader #xiao x reader #gorou x reader #thoma x reader #male reader #dom reader #m reader #gn reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2023

[mirangel]

Slides in here

mayhaps

Some uh

some alhaitham hair pulling and/or under the desk sucking stuff?? (Character recieving the under the desk)

alhaitham nsfw drabble 111

cw: oral sex (character receiving), office sex, semi public sex, praise, deepthroating

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

he stifled his moans with the back of his hand, his beautiful teal and orange eyes boring into yours with an intensity no other man can compare. you both know damn well you shouldn’t do this. the door isn’t locked and if someone walks in they’d catch you in the middle of sucking his dick.

but the acting grand sage doesn’t care about who sees. after all, who would dare tell him off? perhaps his roommate would, but other than that he believes he’s free to do whatever he pleases. alhaitham’s eyes flutter closed when your cheeks hollow, a content sigh passing through his lips. “my word, such a good job you’re doing.” he’d coo, his free hand wrapping around the back of your head and pushing you further down on his cock and throwing his head back.

“doing such a great job for me, hm?” he didn’t need an answer from you, after all his flushed face and labored breathing was all you needed to know. he cums right into your willing throat, pushing your face down to his pelvis with both of his hands. he throws his head back, biting his lower lip. this is most certainly the best part about being acting grand sage.

i need to do this to him— WHO SAID THAT

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moon’s companions ✧: yuzu #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x male reader #alhaitham x female reader #al haitham x fem reader #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x you #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #alhaitham smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x male reader smut #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x male reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin smut

[crystcrm]

AGHHHH BIKER!ALHAITHAM HAS POPPED INTO MY MIND AFTER WRITING THAT ASK AND NOW I MUST SHARE IR

- gepard anon (i love alhaitham guys he’s so fucking fine)

you did not just. GRAHSGSBAG

ill get to the hsr one later but sorry my brain came to him because haitham made me SUFFER TRAGICALLY on his banner but its ok i 1st day triple crowned and maxed his weapon.

anyway a biker!alhaitham that enjoys going out and about alone, people always stare at him especially when he's wearing that full face helmet and they're all wondering who that is. he's not all about the attention, but it's amusing to see how people get so interested in him as he pulls up and waits in front of some random building.

oh, how biker!alhaitham gets the crowds going when he pulls off that helmet— pristine and handsome as he leans against his parked bike. out from a bag he brought, he pulled out a random book— many of which never expected a guy like him to bring. many flock to strike up conversation, but they were all so easily shut down.

the cold, cool, yet cruel.

but then they all notice how biker!alhaitham's head turns at the sight of you, and how quickly the book shuts and is tossed back into his bag. of course, when they were all busy staring at the rider, they never questioned as to why there was another helment with him. what were they looking at? that's for you to find out. ( it's obviously his fucking scultped ass body. )

biker!alhaitham whispers a few little things into your ears, and then the final blow to all the bystanders was how his lips met your forehead in a gentle show of affection. he'd normally never do such things in public— but if the crowd wanted to gawk and stare, then perhaps they'll have to deal with him showing off how lucky you were. he helped you put on that helmet of yours, and it wasn't long until he started up his bike again.

it was easy from there on out, putting your arms around biker!alhaitham's waist and pulling yourself up close against his back. oh, the eyes of others were seething with jealousy at this point.

after all...

who wouldn't want biker!alhaitham as their sweet boyfriend who takes you from place to place?

#cryst.box #gepard.anon #crysts.corner #cryst.inteyvat #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #alhaitham #al haitham #al-haitham #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #gi alhaitham

[l1tw1ck]

The Worst Boss on Earth

Haitham signs a contract with his boss to keep his job

Bottom!FtM Haitham x Top!Masc Reader

[Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Extreme Dub-Con, Titjob, Nipple Play, Squirting, Desk Sex

📝 W.C: 1,354

Al Haitham, your secretary, saunters into your office with a short stack of papers in his hands. He drops them onto your desk. "These are from the clients." He clarifies.

You sigh. "Why do you always give me more work when I'm already swamped?"

Al Haitham crosses his arms, shifting his weight to one foot. "It's not my fault, Mr. [Surname]."

"Still. Every time I see you I get annoyed." You shake your head. "I'll probably lay you off one of these days."

Haitham frowns. You're the type of boss to fire your secretary after a year or two —if they're lucky— of working. Most candidates are aware and apply for the job for the experience knowing they won't last long, quitting the job before You fire them. But Haitham didn't know until his coworker told him, and he needs this job. It's the second highest position anyone could get in Sumeru, and it's surprisingly simple and has a small workload, something Haitham prefers.

"Isn't it a hassle? To fire and hire constantly?"

"I would rather not have negative feelings towards my workers, especially my secretary." You shrug. "It's not like you need this job, you could probably find something better."

"Maybe." Haitham mutters. "When will you fire me?"

"Not today." You shrug again.

Haitham walks into the office wearing a pretty long coat, hiding his outfit up until he reaches the top floor.

He knocks on the door before entering.

"Ugh." You sigh, mostly joking to annoy him.

Haitham rolls his eyes, taking his coat off and setting it down somewhere. The sight immediately catches your attention.

"You- What is this?" You ask, exasperated and sporting a boner.

Al Haitham's wearing a button up, the bottom tied up to turn it into a crop top, it's mostly unbuttoned to show his cleavage. Underneath is a black lace bra. Further down, he's wearing a pencil skirt with a slit, matching lace panties, black stockings held up with matching black garters and black heels to top it off.

You wonder if you're still asleep and having a weird wet dream based off of a porn video.

Haitham walks to the other side of the desk, swiveling your chair around to face him. "You're hard." He says plainly.

"You don't say."

"If you want to have sex with me, you can't fire me." Al Haitham says.

You stare at Haitham's chest for a while. "Fine."

Al Haitham takes out a folded piece of paper from in between his breasts, something he learned from an exchange student back in his school days, and hands it to you.

You bite your lip, your boner getting harder to ignore, and unfolds the paper. A contract and a string of condoms.

"How about I add one more thing?"

"What?"

"You have to do what I ask of you."

Haitham makes an annoyed face. "Absolutely not."

"Then I won't sign. You think I don't have tons of candidates waiting to take your job?"

Al Haitham sighs and begrudgingly agrees, but not before listing his "hard no"s.

You sign the contract with the new additions added and turn back to your secretary. "Get on your knees." You order, unbuckling your belt.

Haitham takes a deep breath and sinks down to his knees. Your hard dick flops out, bigger than Haitham expected.

"Give me a titjob." You smirk. He would've refused if it weren't for the fact that he had to give up his autonomy for the contract. He hates that you have this power over him, but he's left without a choice.

Haitham frowns and unbuttons his shirt. He holds up his breasts, keeping his bra on, and slides them down and sandwiches your aching length.

You let out a low groan. "Start moving, pretty boy."

It takes everything in Haitham to not spit on or slap your face. He instead chooses to do as he's told and slides his tits up and down the hot shaft.

You grin at the wonderful feeling of your secretary's soft breasts hugging your length. "I should've threatened to fire you earlier." You marvel.

Haitham grimaces. "Are you going to come yet?" He asks, not wanting to do this any longer.

"A little more, don't talk. And don't make that face."

Al Haitham's face softens as much as he can manage to and speeds up his movements.

It's not much longer before you shoot your load onto your secretary's face, causing him to recoil and gag.

Haitham pulls away from you and stands up to get a tissue from your desk.

"Are you happy?" Haitham asks, more attitude in his tone than is called for.

"No, not yet. Take your skirt off and sit on my lap."

He frowns and slides his skirt off before climbing on top of you, avoiding your mostly flaccid cock.

You unhook his bra and hold his breasts in your hands, admiring the weight. "These are perfect."

"Pervert."

You scoff. "You're the one who came up with having sex in exchange for your job, you're more of a pervert than I am."

Haitham frowns. He can't really argue with that.

"Gods..." You stare at his puffy nipples. "Do you play with your nipples a lot?"

He looks away, not wanting to answer.

You chuckle. "So you do." You smirk, making his cheeks grow dark with blush. You drag your tongue up one of his nipples, swirling it around the almost swollen bud. Al Haitham covers his moans with his hand while unconsciously rolling his hips.

You choose to ignore it for the sake of sucking his nipple, your hand playing around with the other.

"Mmf-" Haitham throws his head back, a familiar and usually welcomed feeling crawls up his skin. "Wait- wait- ah~" He tries to pull you away but you're dead-set on sucking on his chest. "No- no-"

He tries to hold back but with the way you're working his sensitive nipples it's impossible for him to not squirt.

You finally pull away and look at the spectacle in front of you, amused at how quick and hard he came. "You liked it that much, sweetheart?"

Haitham looks at you with an extremely embarrassed expression.

You slide his wet panties to the side and turn him around, bending him over on the desk. You quickly slip a condom on, thankful he brought some. "I forgot to ask," You slide yourself inside him without warning. "Are you a virgin?"

He chokes out a gasp, your cock stretching out his previously virgin pussy. "I- I was-" He hisses.

You grin. "How does it feel, Haitham? Having your boss take your virginity?" You slowly slide out of him.

"It hurts–" He responds, cut off by you slamming into his g spot. "Ah~!" Haitham moans.

"Your pussy takes my cock so well, baby." You spank him. "So tight too."

He doesn't say anything, he's too busy wishing it didn't feel this good. Wishing he didn't love the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of him.

"I don't think I'll ever get rid of you, sweetheart." You grin.

"Too- too slow-" He breathes out.

"I'm going too slow, huh?" You move even slower. "Tell me that you love my cock, and I'll go faster."

"I- I love your cock, sir-" He gasps as you fuck him faster and ruthlessly.

"Good boy." You praise, hand running through his hair before grabbing it and pulling his head back. "Moan louder for me."

"Buh- but- Aah~!" Al Haitham chokes out a moan thanks to you spanking his ass. He gives up on holding back, moaning loudly and almost shamelessly.

"That's right, let everyone hear you."

"Clo- close–" He cries out, pussy squeezing you tightly and his body shaking as he comes.

You come shortly after, slowing down and filling up the condom. You pull out and have Al Haitham turn around and sit up.

You slide the condom off of you and bring it to his face. "Swallow." You order.

He grimaces before opening his mouth and letting you pour it down his throat.

"...Are you happy now?" He asks hoarsely.

"Very happy." You reply.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯️events #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #male reader #top male reader #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact #al haitham smut #al haitham x male reader #al haitham x reader #sub alhaitham #al haitham x you #dom male reader #dom reader #🕯️haitham #🕯️genshin

[harmonysanreads]

Can we get more yan vamp alhaitham? (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

About how he feeds on reader once he got the go signal, yk like his favorites spot to bite, how long and often does he feed, does he like to take it slow or make it fast and maybe like how he takes care of reader once he's done omg (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

I see you've fallen in brainrot hell as well :^ welcome welcome now I'm not alone anymore mwahahahaha

cw(s): yandere, blood, biting

art credit to MiotaWorks on Twitter

「 au masterlist 」

Alhaitham restrained himself for as long as he could, not because your blood was unappealing (good heavens, no, he'd much rather consume a gallon of soup and die than utter such falsehood) but rather that he knew he wouldn't be able to stop should he even get a drop of a taste.

Despite all talk of the Vampire Lords' refined reign, Alhaitham knows that no matter the effort, in the end ; black takes no other hue. His stern countenance masks the greater proportion of his carnal urges but Alhaitham knows there slumbers a shackled avarice deep inside his psyche. He knows there looms an undeniable proprietorial shadow over anything that has the misfortune of attracting his attention. Keeping a human with such enticing blood at arms reach is, a stupid decision when he also doesn't intend to drink from them. Well, not as soon as you'd expect at least. Lest he scares you more and ruins the most vital step of his plan — no, that simply can't be allowed.

Fortunately for you, his hands aren't as calloused as his heart.

Regardless of where he decides to bite, he'll always have one arm around your waist to hold you up and the other on a pulse point (by the side of your neck or wrist), so that, he knows when to stop. Humans are fragile, this he'd cared enough to understand on a factual basis thus far. But, when he has you on his lap, teeth sunken deep into the soft flesh of your neck and the metronomic throb of your pulse against his thumb, slowing the longer he decides to feed — he finally manages to grasp the full extent of it and a part of him is terrified, perhaps for the first time.

Alhaitham treats you in a way his most valued book would be jealous of (if it could), with such delicacy even he was unaccustomed to. There is an unexpected beauty even in shattered glass, but the vampire does not want you broken and putty for him to rearrange as he pleases, that's not the you he's fallen beyond saving for. He wants you in your pristine entirety — complacent to the few of his vital orders but, the you that makes him believe this world isn't so wretched, nonetheless. Alhaitham's innermost desire is an unperturbed life achieved by the grandiose plan he's drafted and he loathes the possibility of it facing such ruination by a wee mishap of his, especially as it's clear to him that you're the final, missing thus far puzzle piece of it.

(More explanation on this in a later post.)

The most difficult part of any endeavor is getting started and for Alhaitham, that might've been his very first taste of your blood. You still think back to that moment and wonder what exactly compelled you to give him permission out of your own volition : was it that this.. creature had ultimately saved your miserable life and brought you in one far more comfortable and secure than you've ever had? Was it his patience and understanding that contradicted every perception you've had for his kind? Or, was it the gratitude built from all of Alhaitham's actions that urged you to bare your skin as he'd crashed onto the sofa beside you after disappearing for a week-worth mission, starved and ready to shrivel up should his much needed meal be delayed further?

Perhaps it's all of them, perhaps it's just your too-good-for-this-world heart that constantly makes you a target of people's greed. Whatever it was, matters no more since you're already too deep in Alhaitham's grasp. See, there's this thing many people delude ; when a vampire feeds, pain is not the only thing felt and when one drowns in those feelings for too long, they become their friend. You've sunken so far that the cause of that decision merely floats through your head ; but never have you wondered why a treasured and crucial vampire such as Alhaitham would ever starve out of nowhere or why his stock of blood at home had miraculously emptied before he left and soon enough, this itsy-bitsy clarity would be sullied, too.

As for the vampire in question, he'd taken much longer time exploring and getting accustomed to your physique. Finding weak points that'd make you whimper, shiver, whine ; elicit any kind of reaction for short and it's an experiment he doesn't mind — scratch that, looks forward to assess forever.

When he deems the timing appropriate, Alhaitham gets bolder ; biting just a little bit harder in harmless teasing or staying in that position without taking blood just to see what you'll do or say. Nothing that'll reduce you to crying or anything. There's an instance where it could happen though ; all it'd take is a mention of the outside world or your previous life — perchance curiosity overtakes you. Worry not, for Alhaitham will always pepper the hurt with kisses at the end.

As much as the vampire would love to sustain himself through your blood solely, he knows your body wouldn't be able to handle that. Your health and safety is his top priority, so he's content with getting a sip once a day (preferably before your bedtime). Once, you actually fell asleep from sheer lethargy on his bed and woke up to see an Alhaitham, still as a statue beneath your form ; he couldn't dare move a muscle because you looked so at peace :( After the blur of your flustered apologies passes, he insists you just sleep on his bed from now, saves you so much energy, no? Yet again, another step crossed from his list.

Alhaitham prefers drinking slow, undoubtedly. He's all the time in the world and with the limited amount he already takes, he wouldn't want even an atom to be wasted. As for his favourite spot to bite, he really doesn't mind as long as it's you. Leaning more towards the neck because then gets to hold you incredibly close and can hear your racing heartbeat. But, if you'd be generous enough to let him kneel down and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your thigh — he'd be the happiest vampire ever. Hm, time will tell.

In summary, you don't need to fret over anything in Vampire Alhaitham's care ; as long you abandon everything he deems unnecessary and as a hindrance, you'll be the happiest human as well.

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[chococolte]

Dude imagine sagau al-haitham getting on his knees infront of you😳😳 I would die

word count. 1k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i'm going to cry if when he gets released my characterization winds up being completely off that would be so embarrassing.... anyway, i wrote this really quickly and gave it only a brief look over, so i'm sorry for the quality and any repeat words etc!!

Al-Haitham pretends like his knees do not tremble.

His feet beg him to leave. But his bones stay etched into place, like markers long left into earth. Fear clutches at his heart because it is you in front of him— you, blazing like the sun. You, glowing like the moon. You, his God.

The cold sensation seeps into his flesh as your gaze burns his skin. He wishes for nothing more than to rip it off to sinew and muscle, the weight of your eyes almost unbearable. Do you find his appearance unpleasant? Is the sight of him alone enough to displease you?

It is an odd feeling, settling next to the encroaching frost of fear. A dwindling wick of flame that hopes you find him pleasing to the eye, that wishes his veins didn't burn so fiercely with worship as they do.

Al-Haitham is not one for gods. He is not one to pray, not one to worship, not one to conceive of ways to garner your attention— and yet here he kneels, bending on bruised and purple knees, his legs still throbbing from how quickly he arrived.

Up close, Al-Haitham reckons that most could not have resisted the urge to close their eyes. A tugging at the back of his mind tells him he is not meant to look upon you. But the gluttonous, sickening mortal in him wishes to stay fixed on your figure, to breathe you in like you are air— until you are a part of him, until he never has to go a moment without you.

"Come closer," you beckon, and Al-Haitham listens as if he is a dog. His body complies with your order, his body rumbles with pleasure at the thought of doing as you say. Unlike him, he thinks in the back of his mind— but it is also unlike him to adore you, it is also unlike him to still wish to feel the buzzing of your control.

Yet, he does regardless. He still yearns for you either way, despite how he aches not to be. It is not his place, not a burden he is meant to bear; a mortal man can only be so much. But his throat still tears every night, as every worship kept hidden in the morn ushers from his lips in a frenzy, as if begging for forgiveness.

He cannot be truthful to himself when he is awake, away from you. At night, he sees you, a wraith in his memories, colorful and bright— he can't hide from how tight in your clutches he is, and how he can't bear to free himself.

Al-Haitham dimly registers the pain of his knees on gelid marble, the stone offering no comfort, but the euphoria of your gaze numbs the sting. It's only a bleary thought, caked in mud and built on with the need to see you. The pain doesn't matter anymore, not when your hands are reaching forward, nails scratching against his cheeks.

Reverence stops him from leaning into the heat of your palms, stops him from saying every wretched thought lost in his head. He wants to speak until his tongue turns numb and his throat burns raw, but he reminds himself as to why he sits beneath you.

Still, the urge remains. You would understand him. He knows this well. Your understanding has no limit— he has felt it, your acceptance of every part of him, no matter how flawed or imperfect. Every other god has failed him, but you have not.

When you breathed life into him, he saw only a fraction of your thoughts; and how stunning were they, glinting and lucent in the black recesses of his mind. He caught glimpses of the breadth of your emotions, as deep and far from his understanding as the dark sea.

It is veneration that stops him from heaving his lungs, from asking every question no mortal nor faux god can claim to know the answer to.

But he does not. He clutches every urge and keeps them hidden away until he cannot breathe. Only when he has been granted your permission will he ever ask.

"Al-Haitham," you say. "My Haitham. You wonder why I have called for you, don't you?"

"Yes," is all he trusts himself to say, soft like baby's breath. His heart bursts with a foreign vibrancy, coursing through his veins until frissons ripple across his spine.

Your eyes roll over his body, lulling to a stop on his face.

Al-Haitham has never been so acutely aware of the minor faults of his features. He has never been so thoughtful as to how another may perceive him.

"Hmm," you hum, a smile gracing your lips. His heart flutters. "This. You look much better on your knees."

His breath catches in his throat. Al-Haitham stutters, blinking to make up for his gaping silence— but the buzz of warmth spreading from his chest speaks of rapture.

He has never thought that you may find him attractive.

Your laughter peals, and he is transported to a world where it is just the two of you. It is only him, and his God; it is only him, and the one person who truly understands him.

His eyes burn, but he doesn't dare to tear them away from you.

Your smile. He freezes, thinking of only how much he wishes for it to be ingrained into his memory, how the desire scorches him from the inside. He wants to call upon it any time and place, to hear you and lay his every breath at your feet.

"Closer." Your eyes crinkle, the glimmer of candlelight twinkling within. Al-Haitham listens just as he did before, taking a breath.

Your hands run up the side of his face, reaching until you feel the back of his neck. Al-Haitham would have pushed anyone else away. He would've slapped at their fingers, precious as his space is; but it is you touching him, blessing him with the sight of you.

He can't help but lean forward, unable to resist as he did before. Al-Haitham smells you on your wrists, your scent almost overwhelming his senses. His mind races to remember it, entrenching every thought with how the air parts in your wake— how the smell of your candles is attached to your silks and drapery, how he wants nothing more than to drown in it.

When he returns to his chambers, he will write every moment of your encounter until his fingers ache and his wrists are chafed raw to the bone, and every word is enough to send him back. Anything less, and he would be failing you.

But for now, his soul yearns to get lost in you a little longer.

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #sagau #self aware genshin #yandere sagau #al haitham #yandere al haitham #sagau al haitham #yandere male #yandere imagines #sagau al-haitham #al-haitham #yandere al-haitham #gender neutral reader

[throwaway-yandere]

Vision Qualifications (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)

A/n: Another light yan!fic. I think. Slight rom-com vibes on this one(?) Here's a short Alhaitham fic! Can't wait for more archon quests!! (This is the first time in a long time I'm testing the schedule feature tumblr pls work–)

gn!reader

Cw: yandere. some details are based on both questionable & reliable tagged leaks from the r/genshin_impact_leaks subreddit (hxg_diluc, BLANK, etc.) and a bulletin board dialogue. (It shouldn't spoil anything quest related, just character relationships). For the sake of the plot (lol), the archons have an influence when it comes to giving people visions (even if it's just a small and nearly insignificant influence.)

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You hate Alhaitham.

The grand scribe is on your case at all times since you willingly dropped out of the Akademiya. Every time you and Alhaitham share a room, he will always make the conversation about him and the collaborations you two could achieve as a unit. He saw you as a wasted potential– you saw him as a walking migraine. You hate how he's involved– no, more accurately– you hate how he's the REASON you gained a vision. 

On one uneventful evening at a coffee shop, you and Alhaitham were both chatting about the mundane. It was around the time you thought more highly of him compared to public opinion. While others saw him as a lunatic, you thought of him as a misunderstood genius. You advocate for researcher autonomy as much as he does, so it's to no one's surprise that you two were close at one point

That connection, however, was shattered when he managed to steer the subject to talk about gaining visions and what you would, potentially, receive. He believed your vision would be dendro, similar to his, while you insisted that most Geo vision users' philosophies resonated more closely with your values.

He had no idea that obtaining a geo vision was your longtime ambition. And perhaps you had unknowingly disparaged dendro users when you were making your point, because good riddance, it became a heated argument. It turned personal somewhere along the lines until you ended up blabbering irrational insults while he crossed his arms and periodically quipped a remark or two. He doesn't yell or press when proving his point, but his limited replies were more than scathing.

Alhaitham made it sound like he would grant you a dendro vision. He talked as if receiving a dendro vision is a SUPERIOR blessing compared to geo.

You just can't stand that.  

Neither of you agreed to disagree, therefore you didn't make contact for an excruciating week. Surprisingly, it was Kaveh who intervened. Whatever pent-up frustration the architect had must've been used as a motivator for him to lock you and his housemate inside your bedroom. Lucky for you, you had prepared a presentation that would demolish Alhaitham's rebuttals.

You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, and you were proud to say that you did not let this one slide. 

You had a presentation titled "WHY (Y/N) (L/N) WOULD BENEFIT RECEIVING A GEO VISION MORE THAN A DENDRO VISION". Admittedly, it's not the most thought-out name out there, but you managed to force him to sit through all the slides for at least half an hour. You did not back down one step and passionately explained your theory. It was one of the rare scenes where Alhaitham did not speak a word in the middle of a presentation. Instead, he admired the way you carried yourself with professional confidence inside such a dainty and cluttered room. 

That was the moment Alhaitham became extraordinarily determined to see you develop your talents.

By the time you were finished, you were out of breath. And Alhaitham happily clapped for your skill and effort. Well, that was what you thought he was clapping for in a brief second.

And not the new dendro vision on top of your desk.

"Congratulations, Mx. (L/n), for Celestia have granted you a dendro vision."

His voice grated your ears, and his words stung even more. Alhaitham might as well say "Congratulations, you've played yourself." and the bluntness would've hurt less.

Why did Celestia grant you a vision when you were spouting nonsense about something so incorrect? Was it to prove a point? Isn't the land of Sumeru supposed to be about wisdom and not utter bullshit? Did the puppeteers above think it'd be hilarious? 

Well, you didn't. You didn't think it was funny at all.

The first two months were agonizingly nihilistic, and to say you "only" contemplated your life's purpose would be an understatement of your obsessive thoughts. It didn't help that Alhaitham was trying to redirect your attention to other academic courses that suited the "gift" you received. He urges you to pursue a post in the Haravatat yet failed to recognize that such musings are not appropriate for someone whose aspirations had recently been crushed.

Unlike Tighnari, who wished for a dendro vision as a child for trivial reasons like reaching high-hanging fruit, you abandoned previous ambitions as a teenager and aspired to be a civil engineer—and geo constructs would be a better fit for creating roads.

A geo vision would help you create foundations of land.

A geo vision would help you finally cover up the large mountain hole your childhood friend fell and died on.

And so, you quit the Akademiya.

Figuratively, you're one foot on Teyvat and one foot on the gates of the Abyss at this rate. But in reality, you find yourself pacing your footsteps faster to avoid the conversation that will inevitably follow in your visit to the public library.

"Good evening, (Y/n)."

You ignored him.

"I see you're carrying quite a handful. Do you want my assistance?"

No reply. 

The only indicator that Alhaitham is behind you is his voice. You rarely catch on that people are talking about him when they only describe his appearance, and it's worrying how you remember him via hatred and his voice alone. Out of spite, you might even forget how he looks in under a week if he didn't show up every day. 

He believes that speculation is correct, thus he applies himself continually in your private affairs. Alhaitham takes solace in the fact that people like listening to him speak (and not much the meaning of what he says.) So, he secretly hopes that you like the sound of his voice as well.

No one sat at your favorite table today. You stacked the books on top of one another. One of the researchers flinched at your movements, clearly reading your anger while Alhaitham's head naively hovers above your shoulder. You shuddered as his breath softly brushed against your ear.

He's been pushing your buttons ever since your mother invited him for dinner.

"Principles Of Igneous and Metamorphic Petrology, again? How long will you ignore your dendro vision? You should move on by now."

He made a habit of poking into the hornet's nest, and it is quite a notoriously bad habit. The basically-library-resident researchers braced themselves for the cold banter that will soon follow.

If Kaveh's incredibly verbose dislike for Alhaitham is considered normal, then you are a man of few words.

"For a grand scribe, you seem to be awfully free. Perhaps it is a sign that you are a mere decoration for Khajeh and the rest of the Haravatat. Best you keep that in mind." You spat.

He hummed. You've never heard the strictly rational man laugh, so you considered his little hums as his way of letting you know he's mildly entertained by your retorts.

"It's not that I'm free; I just allotted some time for you. If you're suggesting that I should do my work, I'm afraid there's no can do. I know you value your personal space above all else, but my motivations do not align with yours. A major shame."

You know that. He treats you better than most people and acknowledging that fact irks you. You know that Alhaitham works harder than most, but Natlan would freeze before you would become his apprentice. Why can't he just take a hint that you're so close to punching him?

"May I suggest that you do something more productive?"

Not that you have any say on what is "productive." Even Tighnari thinks you're wasting your talents when you could be employed at the Akademiya, and that man lives in the rainforest to avoid the sages.

Alhaitham pulled out a chair and sat beside you.

"Building rapport is a productive activity."

"And are you making progress?" You asked nonchalantly as if it didn't concern you. He tilted his head. You can't focus on your work with him sitting beside you, and hopefully, if you picked your words right he'd go away.

"Yes." He said. "You can recognize me by my voice without problems now. I'm certain that alone is one step towards my goal."

Does he think he's actually making progress??? Well, isn't he dense. No wonder Kaveh hates his guts. And besides, his progress isn't noteworthy. If your family didn't like him and dragged him almost everywhere, you'll simply discard his voice as another background noise. Remembering what he sounds like is born out of a bare minimum effort to prevent your mother from scolding you. You'd rather skip her vain lecture about his appearance and status— you can't even picture him without wanting to stab something.

You sighed.

You should've listened to Kaveh's warnings. Alhaitham, is indeed, a stubborn and unreasonable person.

What even is his goal anyways? Study ancient runes under his mentorship? You'd rather turn to dust yourself than get stuck in a cave filled with those sentient and violent machinations.

You took a deep breath.

For the sake of the crunch-time researchers around you, you decided to be more complacent, just for today.

"Alhaitham."

You both shared a steely gaze. 

You nearly forgot that he has blue-orange eyes.

"Yes?"

"If you're just going to stand there, would you mind doing me a favor?" Instead of being a hindrance, is what you wanted to add, but he's more influential than a university dropout like you. It's not the right setting to say such things, knowing that Akademiya stuck-ups– scholars are nearby.

He smiled. 

Alhaitham's stern face looks almost kind when he smiles.

You'll remember that. But you're still hoping you'll forget the look on his face once the sun sets. His smile is probably his best asset. You bet all your mora that he used that to win your mother over.

"Of course, anything."

You missed the way his stare softened when he said "anything", and you especially didn't notice the low rumble of his voice. Your hands were too busy fishing out a wallet from your pockets instead of realizing the devoted risks the scribe might pose later on. 

"Would you mind buying two masala dosas with coconut chutney? Doesn't matter where you buy it. Get it in Port Ormos or Snezhnaya for all I care."

He nodded.

You counted your coins. Quite frankly, you don't know why you asked for food, but he seemed eager to help. Even though he's probably aware that your intention was just to send him away.

"Thanks, much appreciated. Here's the mor– Alhaitham?"

He's gone.

You cursed under your breath. Did he decide not to do it after all or did he go to a shop without mora? Either way, both answers are annoying.

At least he's gone, for now.

You flipped your book open.

Time to relearn the basics of petrology.

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This wasn't the first time General Mahamatra entered the public library, and knowing that you love to frequent the location, he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Unlike your peers, Cyno doesn't think that you're acting petty towards Alhaitham. Especially when he saw you making a conscious effort not to stare at Alhaitham's face. He had never seen such a stubborn person look visibly uncomfortable. As cool as it would be to say he knows something is wrong because of his intuition, that's not what prompted Cyno to feel this way. He trusted you most because you submitted a well-written and detailed report about the grand scribe's behavior last night. 

Most would believe that you needn't go that far had they known what you did. However, based on what Cyno observes, Alhaitham is far from harmless. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But after some investigation, he began to understand why you are acting aggressively towards him.

Admittedly, he might be biased. Alhaitham's relationship with Cyno isn't cordial and the general doubted that it would improve after this visit.

It normally does not end well if an Akademiya researcher is being tailed by the General Mahamatra, much more if the target is of a higher position. With him, disciplinary actions are cutthroat and soul-crushing. Fortunately for the grand scribe, he will only receive a warning.

The general stood by the door.

"Alhaitham."

Cyno blocked Alhaitham's way. He would've pretended not to hear him and leave had the general not done so. Alhaitham gave him a blank yet annoyed look.

"General Mahamatra." He groaned, albeit in a muffled manner.

Despite his irritated tone, Alhaitham was looking forward to this occasion. He was eager to meet Cyno, and addressing him by title served a purpose. It's to remind Cyno that if Alhaitham hadn't declined the job offer, Cyno would not have had his prized occupation.

The general kept blocking the door. His auburn eyes looked at you from a distance. Alhaitham did not miss the way the white-haired man blinked and huffed in exasperation.

"They're just..."

"Trying to get me to leave? I'm well aware of that."

"Then why?"

"Because they asked for my help."

Cyno fell silent. He refused to move away despite being speechless. 

"(Y/n) doesn't view you in a romantic manner." That completely came out of the left field, yet the scribe didn't acknowledge his lack of tact.

"But I do."

People who proudly proclaim their affections are rare and admirable, but Cyno would never extend these compliments to a "lunatic" like Alhaitham.

Still, Cyno can't believe Alhaitham smiled for you.

"Are they aware of that fact?"

"They will be. It is not as if I hid it." 

Cyno's vision gleamed.

"Are they also aware that you've used a knowledge capsule pertaining to the Clinical and Forensic Perspectives on the Psychology of Stalking?"

...

Alhaitham's eye twitched for a brief moment.

So, that is what this visit was all about.

Both Alhaitham and Cyno have comparable prominence and accumulated respect from their roles inside Sumeru. If the general took this approach instead of a formal warrant, then he not only lacked evidence, but he's hoping to pry more off his hands.

He didn't have anything concrete to show that the empty capsule had something to do with you. General Cyno is a patient man, and it just so happened that Alhaitham is almost as collected as he is.

Cyno stepped forward. "Grand Scribe, the law is just, and I refuse to let the guilty run free. I'm sure (Y/n) only asked for two crepes instead of three."

"..."

He's obnoxious.

"Did you not get the joke? I thought the rhyme was quite clever. (Y/n) asked for two dosas, and you're acting like a creep, and dosas are crepes–"

"That information is outdated. The food 'dosa' is now more commonly referred to as a type of pancake by the Akademiya's Culinary Department." Alhaitham deadpanned.

Cyno waved his hand, not at all bothered at how people brushed off his jokes easily, hence he's unsurprised at how well Alhaitham took it.

"You're intelligent, so heed this warning earnestly. Once you cross a line, you will learn to take responsibility for your emotions and actions. I'll be there to see it through." Cyno said.

What a strange threat. 

"You think my actions are fueled by emotions?" Alhaitham chuckled softly. "That might be the first time someone described me as an unstable and emotional individual. People often regard me as someone with unbearable rationalism"

He placed a hand on Cyno's shoulder. 

"Thank you. Noted. Now move."

The general glared up at him before he reluctantly stepped aside. There's nothing else to be done. Cyno walked towards you instead.

From the way he stared, the scribe can tell he's fond of you as well.

Alhaitham pities him. Because no matter how much effort Cyno puts into tracking his dirty deeds down, he would be "too late" at best and ignorant at worst. It doesn't matter who it is, not even you could get rid of the grand scribe. Alhaitham decided that grey and green are the colors that fit you best. He already established himself as an essential piece of your puzzle despite not fitting perfectly. After Inazuma's faulty decrees, everyone knew what happens if you part with your vision for too long. And he suspects you'd act just as clueless, helpless, and feeble without him by your side.

Besides, how could you say no, when it was "Celestia" that willed your future apprenticeship into existence?

"Two masala dosas with coconut chutney. They're barely aware that they've grown hungry after studying past the recommended duration. (Y/n), what would you do without me?" He happily chided in his usual strict tone as he walked to the nearest stall. 

But he can't afford to be lax for too long, no matter how much he wants to spend his time in your wonderful company. He must not lose sight of the reasons why his initiatives were successful in the first place.

Perhaps Alhaitham might pay a visit to his old friend's place. Spending their time reminiscing and drinking a nice cup of tea is the least he could do to show his appreciation. After all, if his good friend hadn't tampered with Celestia's intentions, Alhaitham wouldn't have been able to influence the type of vision you would have received.

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"--When are you going to be off work? I've heard that Wangshu Inn would be a little quiet this season. Morax, would you like to come with me? I have several stories you might be interested to hear about."

A/n: here's part two if you're curious!

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[genshin-ghost]

Al-Haitham x SpiderMan Reader

- Al-Haitham is known to dislike authority figures, so he wouldn’t dislike you

- but… the amount of extra paperwork you accidentally cause… yeah, he doesn’t like you either

- The first time you two actually meet would be by complete accident when you aren’t in your mask

- And somehow- somehow- he knows who you are

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Sitting in a cafe after a long night out is normal for you, the nice rays of the morning sun gleaming into the small cafe windows is very nice. Your warm drink of choice in your hands, heating the palms up just enough for a comforting feeling to enrapture you to stay.

Ad you take a sip, the door opens with a small chime to notify the workers of the person’s arrival. You don’t glance over at first, it is 5am, many scholars are awake for their researching or lectures.

However the voice of Al-Haitham takes you by surprise.

“One black coffee, small.”

You’re not surprised by the order, but the man being here of all places is quite odd. You wouldn’t say you stalked the guy, but when you’re out on your adventures you can’t help but to people watch along with your crime fighting. He’s one of the people who actually stays up late at night- and him being here this early in the morning isn’t usual.

When you look over your shoulder just for a quick glance, he’s already looking at you. A shiver runs down your spine from the intense glare he has- the eye bags don’t make it any better…

Finally his coffee has arrived, and you pray he’ll leave right after. His coffee is in a to-go cup after all.

Your prayers aren’t answered, however, and he moves to sit right across from you at the table you’ve chosen. He places the cup down and sighs.

“You’re quite the headache,” He mumbles under his breath. You’re not sure what he means by this, but you still start to sweat- if this buff ass guy is as mean as he seems, you might get your ass beat.

“oh.. uh- heh… sorry about that..?” You somehow mutter out, rubbing the back of your neck and looking away while taking another sip of your drink.

Al-Haitham looks at you, dead in the eyes. Before he looks down at your chest, then back up at you- honestly it’s a little rude, no matter what gender you are.

“Your costume is showing.”

Oh.

Quickly you look down with wide eyes, before noticing that it is, in fact, well hidden behind your button up shirt. You look back at him with a confused expression, and he just smirks at you.

Well… shit.

“I- uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You try to come up with some excuse, however it’s an awkward execution that clearly doesn’t help your predicament.

All he does is nod, “Of course you don’t, why wouldn’t you.”

Another awkward silence forms between you two, you’re sweating, he’s staring at you intently. It’s like this for a couple of minutes, the only break you get is when he takes a drink of his coffee.

Finally- finally- he finishes the cup, the empty sound of it hitting the table while he stands up fills your stomach with relief. Al-Haitham then moves over to your side of the table and places down a folder, the title is “Spiderman?”

When you open it, it’s a shit ton of paperwork and pictures of you, either in action, or simply helping out a citizen with crossing the stream. You look up at him with a confused look, before he moves a few papers out of the way to show a picture of you taking your mask off.

You get bright red as you shove your hands over the picture, the glimpse you saw was enough, your face clear as day.

“I won’t tell anyone, only people who know is me and the photographer.”

Once again, the confused glare stares back at him. If he wanted to keep it a secret, why show you the picture in the first place?

“I won’t tell anyone… if you help with the paperwork.”

Ah, there it is.

You groan, slumping over the table as you sigh. It’s understandable, and from the skimming of the papers, it’s mostly vigilante and property damage reports. But still, paperwork isn’t really the best thing to waste your time on.

However, you’d rather be forced to do an office job than have a bounty over your head thanks to the Grand Acting Sage accidentally leaking that photo.

“…When do I start?”

Al-Haitham smiles at your words, before checking his watch, “About thirty minutes. My office is on the fifth floor.”

And just as abruptly as he sat down, he leaves. You’re left scrambling to finish your drink, throwing a fair tip on the table, and rushing out of the doors right behind him.

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