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one of my favorite (admittedly silly) not sfw tropes is stuck in the wall/floor/window/etc. scenarios, so i thought it'd be fun to write some genshin headcanons about it. this is written in a more casual style (all lowercase, a little loose with grammar) compared to my usual headcanons. i ended up getting wordy, so i narrowed it down to 4 characters this time! if people like this series, i may write more for it in the future. anyways, enjoy!

18+ ONLY.

WC: 5.2k

CW: not sfw, afab reader, dub-con (all characters are either in a relationship or flirting around being in one with you - in childe’s section, reader belongs to all the harbingers. in scaramouche’s, you’re his… pet, pretty much.) featuring. . . kaeya, childe, zhongli, and scaramouche.

[ CROSSPOSTED TO A03. ]

KAEYA➞ it was humiliating enough that you’d accidentally locked yourself in kaeya’s office. you had made lunch for your boyfriend today, set on surprising him at some point in the afternoon. the latch on his door had caught when you closed it, and try as you might, the damned thing wouldn’t open. you could sit there, but you’d hate for the door to have to be damaged in some way to get it open again. if you stopped and thought logically about the situation, it would have been best to sit there and wait. you weren’t thinking logically, though - you wanted to surprise him. so, you decide the next best option is to hop out the window and come back around the front. kaeya’s office was conveniently located on the first floor, making the drop outside negligible.

it was even more humiliating that you had slipped when trying to climb out the window, leading to the window itself trapping you in the frame. the window had closed just right to trap you there, your arms unable to bend in a way that could free you. no matter how hard you pushed with your legs, the window refused to budge. it would be just your luck that kaeya had booby-trapped the window somehow, and instead of a thief, it was you who had gotten caught in his trap.

when the door rattles, your heart nearly stops - as much as you didn’t want kaeya to find you like this, it’d be absolutely mortifying if someone else from the knights of favonius walked in right now.

the second the door is opened, you hear a familiar snicker.

“need some help?” kaeya’s voice is simultaneously relieving and horrifying to hear. at least it was him… but you’d hoped that you’d be able to get out of this situation by yourself. you squirm in your position as you hear the door shut and footsteps across the floor until you feel the chill of kaeya’s body right behind you. he whistles, low. you just know there’s a smirk on his face. “you’re lucky no one else is around right now.”

“i can explain,” you start. kaeya laughs, and you feel his hands brush across your hips. “kaeya, wait,” you whine, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. he hums as he flips your skirt over your bottom, revealing the cute panties you’d worn today. (okay, so maybe you had brought lunch for him with the idea of a quickie in mind.) “i promise to let you look longer if you help me,” your voice trembles as you speak, the worry that someone would pass by outside growing every second.

“wow,” kaeya remarks. he places his hands on your hips and squeezes before he runs his cool fingers down your exposed thighs, causing you to wiggle. “if you needed attention that badly, you could have just told me.” he smacks the meat of your ass, the slap resounding throughout his office. you gasp, your face flushing. “but i didn’t think you were this desperate.”

kaeya’s words light a fire in your stomach as you try to twist your body out again, his tone turning you on more than you’d like to admit. you were stuck in a window for celestia’s sake, were you really getting turned on right now?

the feeling of kaeya pushing your panties to the side and swiping his cool fingers up your slit makes you start, your mouth falling open.

“you’re soaked,” kaeya says. he pushes one of his fingers inside of you, the slick sound he produces from the motion making your stomach twist in both arousal and embarrassment. he clicks his tongue, and crooks the finger he has inside of you upward. you tighten around him, unable to stop your body’s natural reaction to his touch. “cute,” kaeya says. he pushes another of his fingers inside of you, curving them into a ‘come hither’ motion and stroking your silky insides.

it only takes a few moments of his ministrations before you start whimpering - kaeya knew how to touch you just right. the chance of being caught in such a compromising position makes the arousal in your lower body flare even hotter.

“how does that feel?” kaeya says, his tone teasing. “by the way you’re sucking my fingers in, i think you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

kaeya withdraws his fingers and you whimper, incredulous. he places his hands on your hips and hums. “let’s get you out of here.”

“wait,” you say, louder than you intended. the thought of being caught in such a compromising position had fallen to the back of your mind during kaeya’s ministrations. “i want to cum,” you mumble.

“what was that?” kaeya’s fingers drift back towards your entrance, but he doesn’t push further. you wiggle in earnest, trying to push yourself against him. he pulls his fingers away once more, and you huff.

“i want to cum like this,” you say again, this time loud enough that you know he can hear you. “please,” you add.

“there we go,” kaeya says. he doesn’t hesitate to slide his fingers back inside of you, giving you no heads up as he resumes the fast pace he’d started earlier. “the faster you cum, the faster i help you out of there.”

his words cause you to clench against his fingers - oh, you were going to come embarrassingly fast. you knew that kaeya realized it, and he took mercy on you. kaeya’s fingers press against the spongy spot inside of you, curling them in a way that always made you come.

you jerk, unable to stop the shaking in your legs as your arousal finally reaches its peak and sends you tumbling over. every thought in your mind - about being caught, about how kaeya using you like this made your pussy ache - aids in the intense orgasm. without warning, kaeya unlatches the window and drags you inside, holding you as you come down from your high.

“can’t have everyone in mondstadt hearing you,” kaeya says, smirking. the smirk on his face is reminiscent of the cat who caught the canary, yet the hardness pressing against you is a sign that he very much enjoyed the act as well. you ignore his quip, heart still fluttering in your chest. you never expected any of this to happen, yet you can’t say you were mad at how your afternoon had turned out. it wasn’t over yet, though—

“now, how about you thank me properly?”

CHILDE➞ “well, well, well, what do we have here?” the sound of childe’s sing-song voice makes your spine stiffen, and your mouth goes dry.

(you knew it was a foolish endeavor to try and eavesdrop on his conversation, but the opportunity had presented itself so quickly that you acted without thinking. one of the harbingers had come to speak with childe in the next room over from where you were cleaning, their voices carrying under the closed door. if you snuck over just so, they wouldn’t see your shadow, and perhaps you could glean some valuable information… oh, how stupid you were.)

the door slams open, revealing your hiding spot against the wall before you even have the chance to think about moving. of course he’d sensed your presence - he was a fatui harbinger, for archons’ sake. oh, you were well and truly fucked. you’d be lucky to make it out alive for such an egregious action.

“master childe,” you start, the words getting stuck in your throat. “i-i’m… i was just cleaning, and…” you swallow. you had nothing to explain your actions. you stare down at your shoes, ignoring the shaking of your hands. “i’m sorry, master childe.”

“oh, you don’t have to apologize to me,” he reaches forward and grips your chin with his hand, tilting your head up so he can meet your gaze. the smile on his face doesn’t reach his eyes. “if it was that important, you’d already be dead.”

your eyes widen, and you let out a gasp.

“you don’t have to apologize, but don’t act like you’re surprised.” childe chirps. there was something… off, about the way he was so casual about this. you swallow again, your throat going dry from nervousness. “it looks like i’ll need to supervise you while you clean the rest of this room. it’s a good thing i came in here and not the other harbinger i was with.” he lets go of your chin before he shuts the door behind him and leans against it, arms crossed.

“well? are you going to just stand there? finish your job.” you blink once, twice, before you realize he’s seemingly letting you off easy.

“yes, master childe. right away, sir. t-thank you.” childe nods at your words, and you immediately return to your duties. childe chatters as you go, talking about various things. the new fishing gadget he was trying out, his latest new recipe, how nice it was to be able to relax for a few hours… you listen as you clean, not daring to tune out his words. finally, you finish. you turn to childe, and wait for his approval. he steps away from the door and peers around the room, his hand on his chin.

“looks good, but you missed a spot.” you blanch at his words, but he continues to smile. “under the bed.” you scurry over to the bed and get down on your hands and knees, looking under it for what spot you had supposedly missed. childe clicks his tongue. “no, no, you need to get under it to properly clean down there.”

you nod and do your best to gracefully slide onto your belly and under the bed. it’s a compromising position, with your back half sticking out. you inspect the underside carefully but see nothing. when you’re about to pull back, though—CRACK.

the bed shifts and groans as the frame collapses onto you. you yelp in pain and surprise, your heart getting stuck in your throat when you realize it’s too heavy to lift by yourself. once the initial pain fades you realize you’re not in active distress, but the situation was not ideal. to ask childe for help after you had been caught eavesdropping… well, you already felt like a fool. and now this?

“oops.” childe says, and with a sinking feeling in your chest, you realize that he’s the one that broke the bed. you freeze in fear when you feel his gloved hands grab your ankles. he slowly pushes his hands up, dragging your maid uniform’s skirt up as the leather of his glove glides against your bare skin. he lets out a low whistle when he reveals your panties to himself, and squeezes your ass with both his hands. “cute, girlie.”

unsure what to do, you remain frozen whilst your heart pounds in your chest. it wasn’t unusual for this to happen, considering your position as the harbinger’s shared property, but this was something completely different.

air is pushed out of your lungs when childe suddenly drags your lower half up so that you’re on your knees, forced to present yourself to him. your front half still remains stuck under the bed. you know it shouldn’t, but the compromising position has arousal pooling in your lower half. childe, ever observant, doesn’t miss the dampening of your panties.

“i should have known you would like this,” childe drags your panties down while he speaks, fully exposing your pussy to him. you yelp when he spreads your asscheeks, the motion sending blood rushing to your face. it was one thing for him to look at your pussy, but to expose so much of your body while you were trapped… it made you shamefully aroused, the humiliation of it adding an edge to the feeling. childe pinches your right ass cheek, and you whimper.

“master childe,” you start, your voice trembling a little. childe cuts you off.

“this is a punishment, you know.” his hands stop holding your asscheeks apart and instead drift towards your hips, his gloved fingers digging into your flesh. you gasp when you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. “i hate to hide your pretty face under there, but i think you need a reminder of your position here.” childe presses forward and sheathes himself inside of you fully - your hands claw at the hard floor, the intrusion painful. the slick of your arousal helped, but childe was thick. no matter how many times he’d fucked you, it had always been a stretch. he hisses out your name, letting himself indulge the tightness of your cunt before he begins fucking you at a brutal pace.

you can barely breathe - from the way the bed’s frame is pressed against you to the way childe is fucking you like you’re nothing but a cock sleeve, his pace unusually frantic. the sting of his intrusion quickly falls away into pleasure, but the intensity of it all still has you whimpering and clawing at the ground. you want him to slow down, to stop for just a moment… but the part of your mind that knows you’re the one who was caught eavesdropping yells at you to take it. to take everything he was giving you, and to be grateful you weren’t dead.

it doesn’t take childe long to reach his orgasm, the brutal pace and reality of the situation pushing him along faster than he had expected - the harbinger digs his fingers in as he cums, growling. you can feel the twitch of his cock as each rope of cum shoots out, leaving a sticky warmth inside of you. childe pulls out, and you whine at the loss despite everything.

you hear the jingle of his belt as he readjusts himself, and then… he’s not moving. he’s not lifting the bed, or helping you right your uniform… instead, he’s laughing.

“please, master childe, i’ve learned my lesson,” your voice trembles as you speak, fear quickly washing over anything else you felt. “please, don’t leave me like this.” you can only hope your plea means something to him, but you know deep down that it won’t.

“oh, how i wish i could see the look on your face right now.” your heart drops at his words. “your punishment is far from over. i think i’ll leave you right here so that anyone could walk in on you…” you can practically see the smirk on his face.

“but i’ll make sure to let the other harbingers know where to find you. i’ll let them know what a diligent maid you are.”

ZHONGLI➞ zhongli, you knew, was no longer the hot-headed god morax, nor was he the powerful figure rex lapis. of course, he still was them once, but he was different now - more patient, more satisfied with taking things slowly… he had time to enjoy the finer things in life, and was rather gentle, all things considered.

it’s because of his current nature that you felt comfortable teasing him. to tease a former archon - how unheard of! but you loved him as he loved you, though short your mortal life was. it would be unfair of him to not let you have a little fun, and he never took it to heart. besides, you were never cruel. you simply enjoyed teasing him for being an ‘old man,’ in your words.

but perhaps you’d struck something that laid dormant inside him today.

“you’ve grown soft, morax.”

zhongli stiffens at the sound of his former name falling from your lips. it’s not something he disliked, but something that you rarely spoke - why speak of the past, when you were here to enjoy the present with him? still… something about it had drawn forth a quiet rumble in his chest.

“is that so, darling?” zhongli replies. you smile at him, clearly intending for him to take it in stride. the two of you were standing in the entryway of your home, almost ready to leave for an evening stroll. you press your hand to his chest playfully.

“well, not literally. but you’re a soft touch nowadays.” you have no malice in your tone, but there’s a glint in your eyes that zhongli can’t dismiss. it’s the same glint he’s seen in the eyes of countless people who have challenged him - challenged him as morax, yes, but challenged him nonetheless. you tilt your head when he doesn’t respond, the silence unusual. “zhongli?”

he hums, closing his eyes. zhongli feels heat bubbling under his skin. not anger, but… power. he wants to sink his teeth into your skin while his cock is buried inside of you. he wants to claim you. it shouldn’t affect him so much, but it does. when he opens his eyes, they’re glowing. “do you want to test that theory?”

your curiosity is piqued, and before you can even finish nodding, you’re thrown to the ground. it’s a soft landing, one expertly maneuvered by zhongli’s use of his powers. you find yourself laid flat on the floor, back against the ground. the geo constructs that hold you against the ground are perfectly molded to your skin - they’re tight, but not so tight that they hurt. zhongli knew exactly what he was doing, of course. they pulse with amber lights as you squirm, your movement doing absolutely nothing. you can’t budge an inch.

“oh.” you squeak, your eyes wide.

zhongli steps over you, his hands behind his back. you’re forced to look up at him from where you’re lying on the ground, his form more imposing than ever - there’s a dark smile across his lips.

“what do you think, dear?” he crouches down, peering at you. you can’t control the whimper that leaves your mouth, the incredible show of power both arousing you in a way that you hadn’t expected. you knew that zhongli would never hurt you, and whilst you knew very well of his strength, he’d never used it on you quite like this. he grins, revealing the fangs in his mouth. “i can smell you, you know,” he breathes, voice husky. perhaps you should feel embarrassed, but you don’t. his words just make the slick gush harder in your lower half. zhongli’s nostrils flare, his eyes constricted into pinpricks.

you choose your next words carefully, the arousal flooding your veins pushing you to be bold. “i think you should show me,” you make sure zhongli’s gaze is locked onto yours. “morax.”

zhongli growls, and you watch as he stands to disrobe. you can only gaze up at him, mouth watering at the sight of his hard cock bobbing against his abdomen. zhongli kneels in front of you and then lowers himself so that his cock is angled against your mouth. his fat, heavy balls hang above your face, and the heady smell of him fills your nostrils. it’s intoxicating. zhongli uses one hand to wrench your mouth open and presses his cock against your lips.

“worship me,” zhongli commands. “show reverence to the archon you’ve insulted.” without further warning, zhongli presses his cock forward and into your mouth. there’s a gentleness to his initial press that’s all zhongli, and you know it’s your chance to back out - but that’s the last thing you want to do.

you intend to show zhongli that you mean it, so you do your best to lathe your tongue around the part of him that’s in your mouth. he groans, guttural, at the feeling of your tongue on his cock. he would never tire of it, and seeing you like this - worshiping him - has him remembering the primal side of his body. you dutifully work his cock as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth, his massive member forcing you to drool around it. your eyes shoot open when he shoves his cock in deeper. one of his hands comes to wrap around your throat, and suddenly, he’s bullying his cock as far as it can go.

you gag and groan around it, zhongli’s eyes flaring bright with pleasure as he forces his cock into your throat. feeling himself in your throat with his hand and seeing how it bulges from his cock pulls another guttural groan from him. you’re fully crying now, the stretch intense and all-consuming - yet the pain of it only turns you on more. the slick between your thighs doesn’t stop, and your pussy aches for more. you’re desperate for friction against your swollen clit, but you can’t move. you can only take everything zhongli is giving you.

zhongli pumps himself shallowly in your throat, his balls pressing against your face until he can feel your gagging intensify. he pulls out, letting you take a heaving breath, and then immediately shoves himself back in. zhongli is nearly at his limit, the sensation of fucking your throat incredibly pleasurable. he squeezes with the hand resting on your throat, hissing at the feeling of your throat contracting around him.

“do you understand, now?” zhongli begins to pump his hips shallowly again, his cock fully situated in your throat. he’s so deep that you swear you can feel him in your stomach. tears roll down your cheeks as you groan around him, doing your best to answer him. zhongli hisses out your name, and the amber lights on the geo constructs holding you down roar to life. “take it,” he roars, and suddenly, you feel his cock twitch inside your throat.

your throat is already stuffed full of his cock, but you’re forced to accept his come regardless. you gag and drool around him as hot loads shoot down your throat, his come always thick and plentiful. you swallow in earnest, nearly sobbing by the time he pulls out. immediately, the constructs vanish and zhongli helps you sit up, rubbing your back and soothing the hair from your face. your face is a mess - sticky with tears, drool, sweat, and come that didn’t make it down your throat.

“are you alright, darling?” zhongli asks. you nod enthusiastically, and zhongli hums. “what an interesting mortal you are, provoking a former god.” there’s a gleam in his eye that tells you he’s not done yet. you’re not going to stop him, though, not when your pussy is aching for him. you’ll help him along, then.

“ah, but you make it so fun, morax.”

SCARAMOUCHE➞ no. no, no, no— this couldn’t be happening. not when you'd been hiding from scaramouche all day. it was hard to come up with enough excuses to fill your day in order to avoid the harbinger, but as long as it kept you from your hot-tempered captor, you’d think of every last excuse possible. you'd almost made it until it was time to retire to your shared bedroom, the excuse of being 'so tired' from your long day just waiting to be used. you'd made it into your bedroom, but you hadn't exactly made it to bed.

upon disrobing, you had opened up the closet and bent over to put your clothes into the dirty linen pile - it was a routine action, except for the part where the closet door had popped its latch and trapped you between the door. you’d struggled in earnest, but the heavy aralia wood door had refused to budge.

it would be one thing if you were on your own, but you knew that scaramouche would arrive at your shared chambers at any moment. the humiliation of being stuck paired with the foul mood you’re sure he would be in forces you to struggle even harder, but you only manage to wedge yourself to the floor whilst still trapped. ‘celestia, i could do with a vision right now,” you think, silently cursing them. a second later you’re apologizing to them, hoping your pleading will earn you favor—

the door slams open and shut, and you wince. scaramouche had arrived.

“what are you doing?” of course he’d notice you immediately. you want to be struck down by celestia. you can practically feel the ire dripping off of him as he stalks towards you, his shoes sounding against the floor. you knew his face was twisted into a scowl without seeing it.

“well,” you start, your tone flat. “what do you think?” you’d learned to survive by not letting yourself get hurt by scaramouche’s unending anger, instead pushing back. if you were anyone else, you would have been struck down where you stood - but as far as you could surmise, scaramouche was fond of you. (it’s why he had insisted on you becoming his ‘pet’ in the first place, your position as a low-level fatui stolen from you on his whim.)

“stupid girl,” scaramouche hisses. “you speak to me like that when you’re presenting yourself to me like a common whore?”

“oh yes, because i did this on purpose.” you spit back. you try to free yourself from the dresser again, but it doesn’t budge. scaramouche barks out a laugh from behind you.

“i should just leave you there. that smart mouth of yours isn’t doing you any favors.” scaramouche spits. you roll your eyes, knowing he can’t see you. what you didn’t know is that the expression on scaramouche’s face had changed to something far different than you expected - his cheeks were flushed, the human bits of him coming to life at the site of your exposed body.

scaramouche could pretend to be above human emotions and needs, but he wasn’t. they were an intrinsic part of him. part of him loathed you for drawing them forth, but part of him wanted to feel them. he’d even shamefully gone to dottore for some… enhancements to his body, the doctor more than happy to help out. ‘creep,’ scaramouche had thought - but the doctor hadn’t disappointed. the arousal in his lower half now was near a perfect replica of what humans felt, and so was the member that pressed uncomfortably against his normally-loose shorts.

your nudity was nothing to you compared to the embarrassment of being caught in such a compromising position, but the more scaramouche just stood behind you silently, the more uncomfortable you were becoming. what… what was he looking at? you’d experienced intimacy with him before, but he tended to prefer to do things in the dark, unable to look at himself. you nearly scream when you feel his hands grip either side of your hips.

“what are you doing?!” you shout. scaramouche grunts, and pinches the meat of your right thigh. you wince, and grit your teeth. “get me out of here first, scaramouche.”

“you can’t deny me this,” he replies. you can hear the smugness dripping from his words. “besides, your cunt is wet.” the shock of him using such a blunt word sends a jolt of arousal to your lower half, and your mouth gapes open.

“what,” you mumble, barely believing his words yourself. your mind is telling you to keep fighting him - to scream and kick and fight - but your body is telling you to give in to him. you couldn’t overpower him, nor could you escape from the dresser by yourself. as much as you loathed him… well, at least you’d get some pleasure out of this, right?

scaramouche takes your silence as consent to move forward. "you're useful for one thing, at least." he remarks. you ignore him - the faster he got on with it, the faster you could get out. scaramouche kneels behind you on one knee, propping himself up so that his face is level with your sex.

he had never taken the opportunity to truly look at you. whenever he’d give into his disgusting human needs, he felt the need to punish himself. he’d hide away in the dark, hiding himself and you despite the fact that he did want to see you. what made you so special, he thought, that you could bring such pedestrian emotions to life in him?

scaramouche is not disappointed by what he sees. he’d fumbled over your lower half in the dark, unsure of what he was doing - but now he could see everything. it was fascinating how it glistened, how it actually looked… attractive to him. a worthless human feature, attractive to him - he really hated your guts. (he really loved you.)

scaramouche takes your vulnerable position as an opportunity to press his mouth to your pussy. he hears you whine from inside the closet, and smirks against your folds. he'd never tried it before, sneering about how it was below him - but like this, knowing that you were helpless and unable to look at him with those eyes that seemed to seek out every vulnerable crack in his being, he finally felt free to indulge himself in your body. how strange that humans like something so filth.

his tongue flicks against the lips of your sex, experimental and hesitant. the taste surprises him - a hint of sweetness mixed with a pleasant bitterness that has him craving more. his hesitance is replaced with hunger as he begins to lick at your pussy in earnest, his tongue seeking out your entrance to dart inside. scaramouche is ravenous for you, his mouth and tongue exploring every inch of your sex. you never expected him to do this, but you’re not complaining. you writhe and whimper in pleasure from inside the dresser, free to be as loud as you wanted.

scaramouche, to his credit, is a quick learner. his mouth and tongue start to linger in areas that make you moan louder, and when his tongue drifts across your clit, the loud groan you let out goes straight to his lower half. he buries his face in your pussy as his tongue experimentally flicks at you swollen nub. the lack of air means nothing to a non-organic being like himself.

“r-right there,” you slur out, your body desperate to push back against his face. scaramouche listens for once, and increases the pace of his tongue. “o-oh, archons,” you groan, and a moment later you’re falling over your peak. scaramouche’s technique was sloppy, but his enthusiasm had more than made up for it, and it makes your orgasm all the more intense. juices coat his face as his tongue continues to work you through your orgasm, the noises falling from your lips spurning him forward.

scaramouche finally pulls his face away and stands. he rips the dresser door off, breaking the entire piece of furniture as electro crackles in the air. he pulls you out, an unreadable expression on his face. if you had the energy, you’d comment on your juices that were smeared across his face. all at once, he steps away, his eyes narrowing.

“you call out to the archons, but not to me? idiot girl,” he growls. it seemed he was already back to his usual temperament. any words would only provoke him further, so you remain silent.

scaramouche frowns and stares at you.

“what are you waiting for? i didn’t do that just for you to give me that vacant look. you didn’t expect to give me nothing in return, did you?”

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