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yandere-3-sagau · 7 months
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Debauched!Creator!Reader Brainrot
!!NSFW! MINORS DNI!!
warning(s): exhibitionism, kinky shit, genderfluid reader, dom!reader
Hates being creator and decides to do the most fucked up shit to see how far they can get away with.
Answer: anything and everything.
Decides to have weekly archon meetings. However, they decide to fuck an acolyte during the meeting (they excludes Nahida from these meetings).
The archons protest at first saying that no one but the archons should not hear such sensitive information.
Reader claims that they have no time to relieve themselves because of all the responsibilities. They can’t concentrate til all of their desires are sated and since they’re a god, their level of needs are different from the rest of teyvat.
Reader is genderfluid and can switch between dick and puss.
First meeting, they fuck xiao with their cock. They have him bent over the table while they talk about the current issues with the countries.
Xiao bites his arm to keep quiet but it’s hard for the acolytes to pay attention when they can hear the slap of their skin together.
All the archons are incredibly turned on but have no choice but to sit through it in jealousy.
Xiao’s drool tears and sweat are all over the table. Eventually, reader cums and Xiao thinks they’re done so he straightens himself only to get roughly slammed back down on the table and pounded into.
It startles the acolytes and they go quiet. Creator demands that they continue the meeting. However, Xiao is overstimulated and his voice gets louder, so reader shoves their fingers in his mouth to mute him. Their movements shake the table so hard, no one is able to write.
Reader tells them that it’s unbecoming to not look at the people you’re talking to. Reader makes them present reports and maintains eye contact with the archons while they’re fucking someone.
In the second meeting, reader is getting drilled by Childe while they sit on his lap. This time, Zhongli is the most affected. He is incredibly hard. He’s unusually quiet this meeting. He thinks he’s slick but the creator notices his hand reach down to his pants. He thinks reader doesn’t notice as his breathing gets heavier and sweat runs down his face. When the creator “accidentally” lets out a moan, Zhongli’s entire body shivers and he finishes in his pants.
Eventually the archons start offering themselves but reader always refuses them since they must pay attention to the meeting. They have no choice but to suffer in silence whenever reader does it.
Next reader brings in Neuvillette and Zhongli is immediately thrown off by the presence of another dragon.
Reader fucks neuvillette hard on the table and he struggles to hold back his moans. Just before he cums, he transforms into his hybrid dragon state, cum bursting from both of his cocks all over the table and floor. Neuvillette’s cum even reaches Zhongli’s paperwork he was meaning to show the creator since he was sitting closest to them.
Zhongli is super jealous and pissed off since dragons are territorial and he just witnessed another dragon getting everything he wanted and even more pissed off that the other dragon “marked” the papers he wanted to show reader. Zhongli slams his hand on the table and storms out. It’s the first time anyones seen him so mad.
Reader is happy though since this is what they wanted all along. Thinking he is angry at them, they can’t wait to see how Zhongli tries to kill them. They hopes he succeeds.
However, instead of Zhongli showing up to kill them, reader hears news of a duel between Neuvillette and Zhongli.
(should i make detailed versions of this???)
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thegnomelord · 1 year
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Devotion in Steel
How They Worship You After The Hunt: Dottore, Childe, Zhongli.
So this is based off This idea I had about a cyberpunk reader in a cult!Sagau genshin, so this is just me testing the waters. I spent wayyy too much time on this one lol but this brainrot is still going strong.
CW: Suggestive themes, cult/yandere characters, reader is GN, mentioned gore for Zhongli part. First time writing Yandere's so tell me how it goes lol.
Dottore: Silent Curiosity
He does not worship you openly; he doesn't sing hymns about your mercy or your cruelty, nor does he press his face into the ground whenever you pass, like certain archons wishing for redemption. His worship is quiet. To the unworthy, the way he touches you — with clinically cold hands, examining every gear, and bolt, and piston with the same calculating gaze reserved for one of his machines — may as well be the highest form of sacrilege. Who is he to act as if you are just another of his toys? Who is he to not even say a single word to you? Who is he to touch and pull on your mechanical components like some urchin child toying with an object they do not realize is precious? But they can't do anything, because You do not see it their way. You do not stop or punish him, you encourage him; it isn't rare to find you two alone, him on his knees with your arm held in his hands, silently watching the moving mechanisms beneath your plating as you explain the intricacies of your mechanical form to him in that synthetic voice of yours that makes his bones tremble. His touch is clinical, precise, but it is by no means cold; His worship is conveyed through his actions. With reverence he cleans the dirt and grime from the seams in your armor, happy to stay on his knees for hours, days even, so long as not a single speck of dirt is left to mar your perfect body. With piety he polishes every gear, with admiration he oils every piston, worshiping even the smallest piece in your body like it is a holy relic. To Dottore, being able to see technology millennia ahead of his own and learn of knowledge yet undiscovered would have been bliss. But to feel it beneath his fingers? To feel it in his bones as that artificial voice of yours reveals the world's secrets? Heaven.
Tartaglia: Eager Veneration
Once, Tartaglia had only known of you from the stories his parents had told him; of a loving creator, a place of safety and solace in this harsh world. Later, when he fell into the Abyss, Skirk told him new stories of you, passed down to her by the denizens of the Abyss — ones his parents wouldn't have dared to utter lest they tempt Celestia to punish them for heresy. So when you descended, full of harsh edges and your body geared for battle, he embraced you as you were. He would have loved you regardless of your appearance, but something about the mechanical version of you made sense to him; Children resemble their parents after all, why should you have appeared like the demure little thing the tapestries depicted you as when Teyvat could be harsh, and cruel, and cold? He remembered his parents teachings, tried to be respectful like the other acolytes, on their knees, with their heads pressed to the ground. He would have done so happily, would have kneeled before you until he was nothing but bones, would have slaughtered countries in your name... yet the abyss gnawed on his bones, needing your attention like a babe needed a parent. So when you showed him favor? When you offered him to touch the divine metal of your cybernetic body? He couldn't stop himself. Anxiety tempered his eagerness, he did not seek more than what you offered him, yet his hands still glided over your skin and metal with the same energy as the little gears beneath your outer shell. Trembling fingers traced old dents and scratches that ripperdocs had neglected to fix, words of absolute devotion leaving his lips as he put his head to your chest, listening to the tik tik tik of mechanical organs beneath your chassis. But your weapons enchanted him the most. It reminded him so much of the Foul Legacy hiding under his skin; the promise of danger and death lurking beneath the surface, ready to be used as soon as a threat appeared — a similarity between you two that no one else could claim. He could spend days simply kissing and lavishing the seams in the armor, feeling where fake skin transitioned into metal which hid your weaponry from the world. Though you never allowed him more than a look, he yearned to touch them, to kiss the sharp blades, to feel his bones bend under your mechanical strength, to feel the monowire burn through his skin... Please, won't you let him? He survived the Abyss, he promises that he's tough, he can handle the pain... just this once, let him worship you, all of you, please?
Zhongli: Desperate Absolution
Zhongli is afraid; to touch, to breathe, to even exist near you. How can he not be, when he is the reason for your missing parts? Your aching joints? When he was the one who harmed you, who tainted your holy body with his hate and prejudice? When he was so prideful as to forsake his creator because they did not fit his own imagination? When the truth was revealed, the real impostor laying dead and your mechanical frame speckled with drops of your golden blood, he understood he was in no place to anything but bow and pray your fury would be swift and merciful, though he did not deserve it. Yet even as he knelt before you, head bowed so low it was flush with the ground and eyes shut tight, not daring to even glance at your metallic feet, a part of him still yearned for a chance at redemption; to earn back the chance to worship you, to earn your forgiveness through devotion. He would do anything for it; Kiss and lick the dirt off your mechanical feet, be at your beck and call till the end of time... If you wished to regain your lost parts — he would scour the far reaches of Teyvat until he found all the metal pieces you had lost, and those that were permanently damaged? He would carve his bones into shape, until they fit... If you told him to forfeit his flesh like you had done — he would claw at his skin until not a single scrap of meat hangs off his bones. He would happily wander the earth as a skeleton, grafting pieces of old Khaenri'ahn technology to himself until he resembled you, just so you could inflict the same wounds he had done to you... Yet you did no such thing. Even as his thoughts gained a voice, escaping his mouth through muffled whimpers, all you did was watch him, your mechanical gaze racking over his shivering form as he tried to stop his hiccupping cries. Truly pathetic. Then your fingers found his chin, gripping him in a bruising as you raised his head to look at you. Your mechanical eyes reflected in the tears running down his cheeks, the metal joints in your fingers nipping at his skin. His eyes met your cold gaze, and he wondered what you will ask of him — His eyes? His tongue? His arms? The impostor would have demanded all that and more... He would give it in a heartbeat. But please, find it in your cold heart to forgive him.
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brenbofen · 4 months
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Filth, oopsies. SAGAU where the characters come to our world to meet you, but you make porn for a living.
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Posting a video of you fucking one of the Genshin characters dumb on your OnlyFans and all your fans are gushing about how “They sound so much like ___” or “They look so much like the character!” Thinking it’s a cosplayer when you’re fucking the actual character.
The character was so shocked when they found out you made porn, even more baffled when you asked them to join you. At first they were appalled, probably saying no and acting disgusted with your job. (Some actually finding the job odd while others don’t understand it)
But soon you have them wrapped around your finger! Eventually you have them practically begging to know when the next time you’ll film a video will be. They want you to fill them up so bad! And they adore the ego boost they get from your fans, they need it!
I just, hoghhhh,,,,Sorry I’ll go,,
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flokali · 1 year
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Consort!Venti been so needy for his god lately, but god reader believes he don’t deserve her cunt and makes him get off on her thigh and beg for her pussy.
Warnings; FEM and AFAB reader, Dom reader/sub character, words used; cunt, pussy. Use of the word master, Venti begs for sex, reader kind of handles him roughly.
This is short but know I have been thinking about this for ages since you sent it
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“N-no! Please,” Venti cries, his pretty green eyes filled with tears, “I wanna fuck you, please!”
His cock is obviously hard, the outline clear to see in his tight shorts, a sight lewd and degrading for an archon such as himself – it makes your cunt ache in arousal.
“Only good boys get to fuck,” you scold him gently, purposefully dragging out your words to further aggravate him, “and you’ve been very, how do I put this… bad, recently.”
“I’ll be better, so please just let me put the tip in! Jus’ the tip,” Barbatos whines, pressing his bulge against your leg, “Just wanna feel your tight pussy, I need your cunt! Need so bad, so bad… hngh, needa’ come on you!”
You laugh at the display, “Hmm, if you wanna cum so bad – ride my thigh and beg, pretty boy.”
“Yes! Yes, I will, thank you! Thank you, thank you.”
In shaky, unstable legs Venti gets up and pulls his pants and undergarments off in one go, letting his reddened cock free as he basically rushes to straddle your thigh.
Toned legs circle your thighs as he steadies himself, two hands gripping your shoulders as he quickly begins rubbing himself against your pristine skin.
“Ah, ahh… thank you, s’much.” He moans, his cock sandwiched between skin, the feeling of relief quickly washing over him alongside intense feelings of pleasure.
“So cute,” you teasingly squeeze his ass causing his thrusts to stutter as he lets out a shameless moan, “and so lewd~”
“M-Master…” He sighs, overwhelmed with the feeling of you against his skin, “S’too good…”
You decide to start moving your legs, adding to the feeling for Venti, who is caught off guard but quickly plays it off by sitting up right and fisting his leaking cock. His whole body shakes from your teasing, but he’s still able to use both of his hands to play with himself.
You stay like that for a while, bouncing him on your leg as he twists and tugs on his aching dick. His moans are bouncing lewdly all around the room and you can’t help but wonder if anyone is hearing; a part of you hopes so.
“Are you gonna’ come?” You ask, eyeing the way his cock grows more aroused by the minute, at this point you’re able to recognize the telltale signs of his upcoming orgasms: the way his toes stiffen and curl, his ears going red, his cock twitching like crazy; he’s on the verge of cumming all over your expensive clothes and you love it.
“Y-yesh! ‘m gonna cum all over y-ya-ah, m-master… wanna cum all over-rgh ya!”
You decide to help him, cupping his chest with your hands and teasing his erect nipples, you ca hear the way he sharply inhales air, stifling a moan.
“Hurry up and cum,” you pout, “be a good boy for me, Barbatos.”
“I’m cumming! I’m gonna cum, haah – haah!” His helplessly thrusts his hips in the air, giving his cock a final tug before finally spurting hot, thick cum all over your thighs and torso.
“Was my pretty boy pent up? Is’ okay, just let it all out…” You help milk his cock, wrapping your hands on top of his and making sure to squeeze him dry.
“Th-thank you,” he heaves, he makes a movement to try and move his legs but you quickly stop him ready to continue with your cruel teasing, “huh? I… I was going to bring a towel, master.”
“But we aren’t done yet, silly,” you smile, making way to pull your robes aside to reveal your glistening, wet pussy, “it’s time for you to fuck me now… or would you rather not touch me?”
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acid-ixx · 13 hours
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moaning headcanons a.k.a how loud they moan (part 1)
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reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
a/n: this is supposed to be crack until it became serious and I can't back out. update: i forgot this draft existed so i hope u like me posting old writing (with me expanding on it). ask for part two with specific characters (next part will contain neuvillette) if you will, i dont mind!
tags:top!gn!reader. implied yandere. implied murder. jealousy. masterbation, jerking off to thoughts of you. (no i will not shut up about how nana's (@koinotame) portrayal of childe changed my entire viewpoint of him, he's my murder baby and he knows it.
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— childe : loud. genuinely noisy especially when he strokes himself when envisioning you punishing him. ah, if you're rough enough, he whines and he sputters and chokes. sometimes, he'll increase the volume of his moans just to spur you on. he's a tease and although it's nice to be a good boy— he loves being a brat so you could manhadle him harshly. but when he's lonely and horny, he's always, always not afraid to release his desire. even gagging him with your underwear still wouldn't be enough to muffle his whines and gurgled moans of pleasure. if you hurt him for just the right amount, he'd be cumming even with his dick untouched and that's when he moans the loudest. sometimes, when he feels you don't give him enough attention, he'd be approaching you (and whatever you'd be doing wouldn't matter), latching onto your waist and whining into your ears about how you just haven't been noticing him lately. it's up to you to decide whether you want him kneeling on the hard floor giving you oral or kneading his hard-on through his jeans. just wish whoever your neighbor is a good luck because he won't certainly shut up when he pleasures himself on you. there's times when he's good, when all he does is whine and gasp, but that's only when he stabs his enemies and the crimson seeps into his clothes hard enough for him to feel it damp and stimulate him lightly, thinking of you and your complaints about him staining the carpets again— he hopes you'd use a ball gag this time, with a tight collar while you're at it, just so he could really feel the pain.
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— kaveh : his moans are, well, similar to the moans of exasperations he releases whenever his wallet is empty or whenever his roommate irks him. but when it comes to you, it seemingly amplifies to a more modified, girly shriek and teary eyes. he releases high-pitched whines when overstimulated, when he's on the brink of cumming whenever you jerk him off, or when your tongue ventures through his pecs, circling his areola and ignoring the swell of his nipple; and he's begging you with drool running down his shiny lips to just suck his, his "breasts" (your words, not his!) already! he gasps needily whenever you thrust inside him, releasing airy and rhythmic "ah, ah, ah!"'s with every thrust. every time you hit his prostate, he'll be sucking in a breath and gripping on your back for dear life and begging you to slow down while he pants. his dignified voice loses composure though, whenever he rides you. it starts off with bated breaths until it continues with sharp gasping and girlish moaning. he wouldn't even be aware of his own loudness in the room with how his pleasure drowns out any sort of dignity he tried so hard to maintain. it's not his fault that it's rare for you to keep all your attention to him! and he wants it all to himself. so if that means embarrassing himself for a few days just so you could forget about the man who flirted with you days ago— then so be it! he'll look at you with droopy eyes and quivering lips, begging you for more with a slightly scratchy throat and swollen lips. despite being overstimulated, he could go on for more rounds just for you.
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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years
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omg id love if you could write a drabble of creator ignoring venti as punishment. maybe with some nsfw if you could. please and thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻
When Punishment Is Met With Perseverance
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Ok, so this has been absolutely circling in my head since I got it because it's such a good concept and I really wanted to do it justice, so without further ado
Warnings: 18+ content so minors stay away, general Sagau, Sub Venti/Dom reader, obsession, codependency, oral (receiving), mild degradation at one part, reader is pretty explicitly female here
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It had been exactly three hours, fourty five minutes, thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven seconds, and counting, since you had last spoken a single word to him, graced him with your voice.
It was an accident, even if it didn't look it.
It's not as though he didn't feel bad for almost killing a guard after overhearing a few unpleasant choice words that he thought were directed to you.
The first hour Venti just sulked, allowing you the honor of space in the hopes that you would soften up a bit.
The second hour, he tried to reinsert himself into your good graces with his well-known playful demeanor, choosing to wrap his arms around your shoulders when you weren't facing him, whispering praise and apologies as he held tighter to you, and you still refused to pay him any mind.
"My love, my muse, the object of my complete devotion, please talk to me? I'm really sorry, I promise not to be so reckless again."
He was slowly wearing you down, everytime he whined for your attention, pleated for any form of affection.
He tried to draw a reaction out from you physically, resting his head on your shoulder and kissing your neck between desperate pleas.
He went as far as to situating himself on you and wrap his arms around your torso, just holding you there for a few minutes as he basked in your warmth, wishing so intensely to hear something other than just your heartbeat.
Nothing worked, you held strong, he was never going to learn if he kept softening you up in situations like these, you can't keep giving into him.
The third hour was when he got truly desperate, situated himself on his knees, lowering himself before you, begging and praying and whining out things that made it hard to keep blush from dusting your features.
"Please please please talk, please say anything, wouldn't you like to berate me? I'll accept it gladly, just please do it."
You were starting to feel worse, both at his desperation and in the fact that you found it so attractive.
It was almost impossible not to, him making those noises, how he looked up at you with teary eyes, how he pressed soft kisses just below your knee as he stayed sitting on the floor.
It was at the halfway point in the third hour when he started trying to 'seduce' you, undressing himself down so that his clothes were practically hanging off his body, putting himself on display, making noises that were getting harder and harder to constitute as non sensual.
He poured all of his desperation into every time his lips touched your skin, mumbling how he wanted so badly for you to use him, let him please you, atone for his sins on his knees.
You tried so hard to refuse to look at him, to just ignore this completely undignified display, stop your body from reacting to how much it turned you on.
"Please my goddess," Venti practically moaned, "Use me, please use me, I'm yours."
You finally broke, grabbing his neck as he let out a giggle at the sudden action, his eyes filled with need and worship.
"You're pathetic, how do you think Mondstadt would feel to knew their beloved God was acting like such a slut, hmm?"
He let out another sultry whine and kissed your hand, "Mmmm, don't care, it's all for you, I'll act like anything you want me to~"
You rolled your eyes, moving your unoccupied hand so that your thumb was resting on his bottom lip.
He took it into his mouth without thinking, sucking and moaning as you added another.
"Fucking desperate..."
He would be obligated to agree with you if his mouth wasn't being put to other uses, deciding instead to respond by trying to take your fingers deeper, moaning louder to show his complete enjoyment.
After a moment of this you let go of your hold on his neck, causing him to fall to the floor again with a thud.
He immediately moved to start drowning you in affection, kissing and grabbing at your thighs, trying to prove his worth.
He was inching his way ever so closer to you, his intentions would be obvious to anyone in a five mile radius.
You let out a 'tsk' of disapproval, grabbing his hair and pulling him back.
"Ah, n-no, no please, I need it, I need to, please—"
"Then prove it. Beg, use that pretty voice of yours to convince me to let you."
He melted, you called his voice pretty.
Not feeling like giving in just yet, he let out an exaggeratedly pained whine, crawling up your legs with the intent of stealing a kiss. You pushed him back down, giving him something akin to a playful glare which caused his lips to turn upward in a slight smile.
It was hard denying him when he looked so incredibly cute.
He had never begged for anything that didn't pertain to you in some way, you really had a way of ruining him.
"My most divine and merciful love, I beg you, I need you, I want you more than anything. Please, use me, I'll do anything you want, let me make up for my behavior—"
He was cut off, mid-plead, as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to choke on his own words.
"Go ahead then."
That was all he needed.
With a slight pained look in his eyes, Venti smiled, crawling up your body and capturing your lips in a kiss.
It was brief, not nearly as intense as when he was drooling around your fingers, but it was certainly a start.
He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed as he breathed deeply, simply basking in how sinfull the air was that surrounded the two of you.
You took the opportunity to put your hands on his shoulders and push him back to his knees. He dropped as if weightless, completely hypnotized by the feeling of your hands on him.
The arousal clouded your mind as well, you let your fingers curl into his hair, guiding him to where you were ready and waiting.
His lips moved down to your inner thigh once again, his touch making you shudder as he started sucking and licking at biting your sensitive skin.
You let out something akin to a stifled moan, he moved to a place kisses on your lower stomach in response, a bit above where you needed him.
Desperately, he pulled your underwear down, the last barrier in the way of him getting what he wanted, what he was dying for.
You tried your best to suppress a small whimper, wanting to maintain the power in this situation, which you knew he would be more than happy to steal from you.
He went to work, his moans of pleasure ringing out into the room as his tongue lapped gently at your arousal.
He tried to speak, to thank you and praise you, to whine that he wanted you to pull his hair harder. But you pushed down on the back of his head, stifling all of it.
He whined while continuing his actions, moving his hands behind you and trying to pull you closer, his touch sending shocks of pleasure through you.
Your fingers dug into the back of his head as your own rolled back, eyes closing as the incredible sensation built up, the feeling of his mouth on you, the feeling of complete devotion.
You let out half hearted strings of praise, almost slurring your words together.
His tongue eagerly lapping up everything you gave him, hoping so desperately for more. He was drunk off you, off the feeling of giving himself wholly over to you.
Pleasure rolled through you in waves, he really was too good at this, you had the multi-talented God at your feet completely captivated.
Muscles starting to tense up, you could tell you were getting close as he continued his onset of pleasure.
He could tell too, mumbling pleas into you, begging for you to come, he needed it so badly, it felt like he might die without it.
His actions became more desperate, less rhythmic but more intense, he pulled you tighter, moaned louder, pushed into you harder.
You felt climactic release overwhelm you as Venti's mouth kept going, not slowing down for anything, continuing throughout your orgasm and long after.
Eventually, you had to push him away, feeling the beginning of overstimulation setting in.
He was hesitant to move, completely content to go for another few rounds.
You pushed again, making your wants clear, and felt his mouth leave you as he whispered 'thank you' over and over like a mantra, not even attempting to move from his spot between your legs.
He, instead, rested his head on your thigh, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to the marks he left.
"You're too good at that, you know."
He smiled against you, tracing patterns your skin, "Mmmm, are you sure? I could always do it a few more times if you're not fully convinced."
You let out an airy laugh, "Maybe later."
He took that as a promise and continued to bath you in soft affection, content with silence.
This was the closest he had ever felt to eternal paradise, he might just have to start acting out more if you continued to reward him like this.
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sh1-n0bu · 2 years
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𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚
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hello, i’m nobu٩(◕‿◕。)۶ 19, she/them
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Genshin SAGAU where GN! Reader reads a fanfic about them being a sub.
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people of tevyat look in horror as a fanfic about you being a sub is released, not knowing you ARE actually a sub. not proofread. also shoutout to @/gameperson23100 (not sure how tags work here im just a tumblr noob so i just did like a twitter thing) they were in my comments on my first post about this and had an idea about a sub reader! i just expanded on it a little :))
Creator! Reader who seems so elegant yet have such an untouchable aura towards them. Everyone praises them for being so mature, for being so calm and collected towards stressfull siturations, everyone fawns over them. Just one glance from their slightly intimidating eyes has their knees trembling. The archons praise them as someone to really look up to, a true pillar of Tevyat.
When fanfictions like the Creator x Reader became popular, there was an unsaid rule that you were the dominant one in the relationship.
So imagine everyones suprise when a book from an anonymous author potraying the Creator as a sub pops up in Inazuma. Yae Miko was suprised this was published unsupervised! She shut it down but it was too late, almost all of its copies were sold! Everyone was baffled at how the author potrayed the Creator, when it came to their duties, the author wrote them perfectly but when it came to the romance between the Creator and whoever the reader is... It was a catastrophe! The Creator? Submissive?? Down on their knees?? Begging?! Getting degraded and liking it?!?!
BLASPHEMY!
People of Tevyat were conflicted at this book, everyone had divided opinions. Some saying that the Creator is a sub, while some saying they are a dom. There are a few people who suggest that the Creator may be a switch but this gets shut down by both sides. It even reached the scholars of Sumeru! With debates turning into heated arguments that escalates into fights.
The archons, except Nahida, were upset at this book as this somewhat taints your image. (although they secretly love the idea of the creator being beneath their feet) The acolytes were also divided and different opinions, with Alhaitham finding it somewhat interesting while Kaeya found it a little hilarious and treated the book like a parody. Xiao on the other hand, had the same opinion as Zhongli, the book may taint your image thus he made it his mission to hunt down the anonymous author. Itto, who got the book from a random stranger he befriended, treated the book like a sacred scripture or a guilty pleasure. He knows it's probably bad but he just can't stop reading it! Wriothesley read the book during tea time, and thought that the idea of the Creator being a sub was possible...
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"And that concludes the report on Fontaine." Neuvillette concluded his report. You only hummed in response as you looked around the room. the Archons were there and some acolytes were also present in the meeting. You felt as if they have something they want to ask but is holding themselves back.
'...Is it about the book...? Fuck, why did it have to be so accurate...' you thought.
You cleared your throat, "I'm sure all of you are aware of a certain book going around." you spoke up, their minds started scrambling, thinking that you would be upset and angry that they haven't found the author yet. "Your Grace, we are all working hard to hunt down the author and imprison whoever they are." Zhongli spoke up, you shook your head.
"No need, it's... An interesting book." you told them, you cleared your throat again, trying to ease your embarrassment. That book ended on a cliff hanger too! No way in hell were you going to imprison the author after writing an accurate potrayal of you!
Everyone didn't show it in their face but they were shocked, but even more shocked at how red your ears are while you tried to keep a calm face. Did this mean that you didn't mind the potrayal of the book about you?! Or are you truly a sub?! Do you just like the book?! What is it???!! HOW IS IT INTERESTING??!!? Their minds were filled with unanswered questions.
Word spread to Tevyat really fast, and as soon as they heard that you called the book interesting, it just added more fuel in the debates about you being a sub or a dom. Like two groups in the same fandom fighting for their non canon ship! The book would still be treated like an illegal book, a guilty pleasure.
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Male reader month | March edition
Welcome to my male reader month post! This is part of a monthly series of posts I will be making compiling MR posts from throughout the month! This post is for March and I found 15 fics for you all to enjoy. Please like and reblog this post as well as the fics linked. ☆(≧∀≦*)ノ
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Sfw section
The perfect gift | part 1 - part 2
Reader x Jungkook
CW: none
Written by @gayslayzen
Healing through touch
Reader x
CW: none
Written by @ihugpedro
Change
Reader x Chad Meeks
CW: angst, fluff, mentions of bullying
Written by @roses-r-rosie3
Sagau x Gn!Reader head cannons
Reader x Sagau
CW: none
Written by @t0mmy-bear
Sorry abt the fact that there’s only 4 fics here not everyone got back to me in time
Nsfw bottom reader section
Incubus
Reader x Kaoru Hakaze
CW: Dub-con, rough sex
Written by @mariondeux
Jealous diluc headcanons
Reader x Diluc
CW: Spanking, rough sex, overstim, possessiveness
Written by @melonn-soda
Fill me up pretty please
Reader x Ghost
CW: breeding kink, biting (just like one sentence), overstimulation
Written by @killmeprettypleasee
Through the skin (ftm inclusive)
Reader x Rodrick
CW: piercing fetish, grinding, first time, protected sex
Written by @pansywriting
I got what you need
Reader x Yuta Okkotsu
CW: jealousy, semi-public sex, praise, degradation, finger sucking, kissing, doggy-style, creampie, undepicted aftercare, possessiveness, exhibitionism
Written by: @dabisbratz
Nsfw top reader section
Present for the birthday boy
Reader x Illumi
CW: Hair pulling, Breeding, Face fucking, Degrading, Use of sex toys, Fingering, Nipple play, Sounding, Overstimulation, Orgasm denial, dumbification, Eating out, Sir kink, Choking, Cuffs
Written by @secretivemessenger.
New boss (ftm character)
Reader x Steven Grant
CW: Public (Bathroom) Masturbation, Fingering, Squirting
Written by @l1tw1ck
Sub Cyno and Tighnari x stressed out dom male reader
CW: none(?)
Reader x Cyno and Tighnari
Written by @nsfw-lone-wolf-nergiganos
Krunt Kunckle
Reader x Kurt Kunckle
CW: Crossdressing, leash, caught
Written by @urm-0-m-ish0t
Your body’s bangin’, out of control!
Reader x cole cassidy
CW: vanilla, some hair pulling(?), praise
Written by @c-nstellati-ns
Honorable mentions
@floweerbby
If you’re a bottom reader this blog is for you! They posted their first fic just yesterday!
If you’re interested in some good quality fics with immaculate writing follow this blog and keep an eye on it.
@blank-slate-jay
A good page for some nice sfw male reader, if you’re not in the mood for the nasties go take a look! (Fair warning they have 2 nsfw fics up but it’s majority sfw rn)
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Special thanks to everyone who gave me permission to add their work (·ω<)
If you have any criticism for me or even just recommendations for next time feel free to dm me/send an ask. Please also remember to follow all these amazing creators and keep writing y’all!!! We love you
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Hi, I want to start off by asking how you are doing, and that I loved the monster task force 141 × reader fic and the cyber-punk sagau headcanon’s.
Ok, now into the ask. Can you do a smut fic with Childe where the reader is a sub top and Childe is a dom bottom where Childe whorships cyber-punk readers body running his hands all over readers joints which are bonded so reader can’t touch him while overstimulating and orgasm denying (is reader able to be overstimulated and have orgasm's... if not then forget about those 2 kinks.
Sorry for the long ask.
Kink list to make it clear:
- Body whorship
- Bondage
- Overstimulation?
- Orgasm denial?
Heck yeah my peep, I'm doing better, and it's great that you liked my other stuff, sorry it took this long, med school is a bitch. Hope ya like it:DD
P.S: ya'll are always free to ask me/give me ideas of what to write, i'm gonna be trying to write more from now on.
Pious Worship
CW: NSFW, body worship, bondage, overstimulation, orgasm denial, mild electro play?, SAGAU au! Cyberpunk reader!, Sub Top reader, Dom Bottom Childe, riding, Dom/Sub dynamics, Worshipper Childe, Bondage. NOT proof read lol.
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It had taken you a long while to convince him to do this. For all of his devotion he had been... hesitant; To please you was the highest form of reward anyone could dream of receiving, but what you had asked of him felt wrong — the thought of binding you like the heathens who'd fallen for pretty lies made him physically sick, the thought of chaining you, his guide, his light, his Steel Forged God...he couldn't even come up with the proper words to describe the sickening disgust he'd felt in his very bones.
But you are his light, his guide, his merciful creator, so how could he possibly refuse?
Childe is insatiable.
He rides you with wild abandon like a beast in heat, too caught up in the desperate chase for release and the need to please you to care about the strain in his muscles or his burning thighs. He slams his entire body weight down on your cock, moaning and babbling about how perfectly you stretch him out, how you fill him up so perfectly he can feel you in his throat, how happy he is to be the one who pleases you like this.
His heart flutters as you watch him, drawing pleasure from his pleasure rather than from how tightly his body grips you, your arms tied above your head with the finest silk. The corp remade you for warfare, not pleasure. Steel is unfeeling, it can survive more than living flesh, and with your enhancements you barely feel anything besides the hot tightness of his body.
He drinks up the little rumbles of your synthetic voice box he manages to pull when he takes you fully, driving his body to bounce faster on you, racing towards his second release while you are nowhere near your first. He moans whorishly, his fingers dig into your shoulder joints, cock twitching as sperm and electro shoot from his body.
A strangled sound leaves your lips before your body shuts down without notice, voice box giving a mechanical screech as it glitches, every artificial muscle in your frame contracting from the sudden flood of electricity.
"My Grace! Are you- no, no, no, no- please don't be-”
You hear his worried whimpers when your audio receptors finally come back online, your optics shuttering open yet barely able to see anything with the sea of blinking warning screens in your view. You feel his calloused hands on your cheeks, the usually dull sensation now making you shudder as your combatting systems had turned every synthetic sensor up to 11.
“My Grace, please tell me you’re okay, please, I couldn’t have- I didn’t mean to- I-, I-, I-”
He hiccups, and you manage a glitched warble from your frazzled voice box as you assess your internal diagnostics— his electro delusion had shocked you enough to lock your joints in place without damaging the vital life support systems in your core. You should be able to move again when the electricity wears off, your body geared to survive stronger EMP bombs. You tell him such, reaffirming that he hadn't harmed you.
"Oh, my Grace, I am so sorry, please, forgive me!"
He says, tears prickling his eyes as he rises off your cock, pulling a surprised gasp from you when that small sensation nearly makes you cum on the spot, your cock — your whole body — sensitive to the smallest touch.
And Childe gets...giddy.
Not like a child with a new toy, but like Dottore when an experiment is successful.
Childe hung on every sound leaving you, eyes growing wide; Had you thought of this? Had you prepared just for this to happen? For his electro to make it easier to feel, to make it easier for him to worship you? Yes, that must be it!
“My Grace, you are beautiful like this. Thank you, thank you, thank you-”
His voice was a hoarse whisper as he slunk down your body, carefully holding up your leg with steady calloused hands. His lips are dry as he places reverent kisses the metal surrounding your exposed ankle joint. Your metal parts taste no different than the tips of his arrows, like blood and war, but the soft sounds you make from the odd sensation has him wanting to give more.
He doesn't even notice when he cuts his lip on a sharp edge, but aren't you proud of him? Who else would bleed for you like him? His tongue delves into tight little cracks between your pistons and wires where only the smallest of ripperdock tools had ever come. His tongue isn't as small, nor as precise, but the sheer eagerness in his movement has him touching and pressing on the sensitive sensors all the same.
You jolt, or you would if you could, overcome with sensations your body isn't built to process. More warning screens flash in your sight, static pleasure/pain buzzing along faux synapses. His heart all but leaps from his chest as he listens to the sounds you make.
So he redoubles his effort, clever little tongue licking at sensitive sensor arrays, mouthing and sucking on cables until soft frazzled sounds leave your glitched voice box. He can taste coolant on his tongue, his lips tingling with electricity, blood and spit mixing together in his mouth and making your metal parts glisten in the light. He polishes your ankle joint until it shines, before moving up towards your knee, tracing the edge where metal plates meet faux skin.
You're internal cooling system has started at this point, body shaking as best it can. Your sensors don't know how to interpret the sensations, corp augs having been geared for warfare and not worship, so the processors don't even try to categorize the new sensations into neat boxes. Instead you're hit with the full force of it, the feelings flooding your mind, zapping through every neural cell and artificial link.
He's at your hips now, eagerly sucking you off as his clever fingers busy themselves worming and rubbing delicate hardware and artificial ligaments beneath inside your hip joints. You feel like you're on the edge, your release so close you can feel it burning at the base of your cock.
But something is wrong, like a knot or a rock inside your stomach, something that's keeping you from cumming, forcing you to experience these overwhelming sensations. You sob, barely able to think, and his heart soars at making you feel this way, making you feel this pleasure.
He's quick to finish polishing your cock and even quicker to climb up and sink down again. But that only makes the maddening heat burning in your loins worse, every nerve in your augmented body feeling like it's on fire with no sight of release. You can barely see him through the cracks between different warning screens, sensor arrays screaming at you with information your body can't interpret any other way than pure sensation.
"Please, let me do this your Grace."
You watch — you can do nothing but watch — as he takes one of your limp arms. His muscles bulge beneath his skin as he has to work hard to move your arm now that your motors and pistons are momentarily inactive. He smiles at you, mouth opening wide before he puts your fingers in his mouth. Little jolts of sensation run through your body every time his tongue flicks between different joints, teeth scraping along faux skin and metal plates.
He continues to bounce on your cock, unaware of what blissful Hell he's making for you when he pulls your spit shined fingers from his mouth, urgently but carefully pawing at the plates which cover your hidden weaponry in your forearms.
"Your Grace, I'm a fool to demand this of you, but please, let me see them, let me worship you like you're supposed to be worshiped."
He says, eyes wide and pleading, laying desperate kisses at your wrist joint, lips almost burning from how hot your metal parts are becoming. He needs to worship you, all of you, especially the part you usually keep reserved for the battle field and nowhere else.
Your voice box is back online to the point where you can talk, and you know that if you told him, he would happily continue bouncing on your dick until you were finally able to cum, with all notions of his own need forgotten.
But you don't.
For as much as your systems may be screaming at you. For as much as your cooling systems struggle to keep you from overheating. For as much as you desire to cum... you want to please him — the first character you ever wished for, the first you ever mained, your favorite.
The look on his face when you manage to get your weaponry unlocked melts your heart despite the lustful heat in your chest. Your combat systems are blissfully unaware of your true intentions as they power on the pistons and gears in your weapons, making them extend to their proper configuration.
"Thank you, thank you your Grace!"
He breathes, immediately reaching out to trace the sharp points of your weapons with his tongue before he latches on the first joint that connects your weapon with your arm. It makes sensation, neither pain nor pleasure but pure feeling, rush from your arms right down to your dick still balls deep inside him.
Your vocal box glitches a second time, your head moving just an inch as you're subjected to his torturous worship again, and you can only pray that your body is able to move again before you loose your mind to the pure sensations.
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!¡Masterlist¡!
(I know that it's not all the characters in the fandom for the picture)
Note: Some isn't actually a fic/writing and is just a video or an image. Tysm for reading this note.
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×/!¡/*PERMANT ______EVENT/¡!/*×____
•°*Genshin*°•
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Genshin sagau x reader part 1 lipstick 💄 (kissy) lol
Genshin sagau x reader part 2 lipstick 💄 (kissy) lol
Genshin sagau x reader part 3 lipstick 💄 (kissy) lol
Genshin sagau x reader part 4 lipstick 💄 (kissy) lol
summoning gone wrong! (Genshin sagau)
Genshin various animal characters x reader (Genshin sagau)
Various genshin characters reacting to a cold reader giving them something [idk anymore]
I honestly don't know what to put here. (Sagau)
Touch Starved ♥︎ various genshin characters
Other Worldly God [sagau]
Genshin Zhongli (and surprise person) x reader obey me and genshin fangs♥︎
How Zhongli react to ??? Putting a flower crown on him (has a bonus too)
~Aether x Reader~ -Don't go. Stay- part 1
~Aether x Reader~ -Don't go. Stay- part 2
~Aether x Reader~ -Don't go. Stay- part 3 [smut]
Idea
Sagau Genshin x reader
Sagau genshin x reader [different]
Barbara reacting to idol! Reader
Alhaitham x sub reader
Various Scaramouche x reader [idea]
Various Scaramouche x reader part 2
Various Scaramouche x reader part 3 [NSFW]
Merman! Xiao x reader [mordern au?]
Sagau prayer version 1
Sagau prayer version 2 [SFW/slight NSFW]
Random sagau part 1
Random sagau Part 2
Various genshin characters & obey me reacting to a gentle reader being a little possessive
Possessive reader x albedo/rubedo + aether part 2
`°~Obey me~°`
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How the demons react to you touching their demon form. [Only the brothers]
Demon brothers x reader [nicotine addiction]
obey me brothers x comfort! reader
Suffer the wrath of reader!
Obey me x short reader part 1 obey me brothers [how do they react short! Reader picking them up 🤭]
Obey me x short reader part 2 [side characters]
Obey me brothers with baby MC
Obey me brothers and various genshin characters reacting to gentle reader getting a little possessive
Obey me lucifer x reader genshin and obey me fangs♥︎
—Squeeze— [chest] [has smut/nsfw]
☆°• •°☆ HONKAI STAR RAIL ☆°• •°☆
Himeko x reader [NSFW]
Imbibitor Lunae x Reader
🕸SPIDERVERSE🕸
×.•{welcome to demon} •° {school iruma-kun}•.×
Yandere♥︎ Asmodeus, Iruma, Kirio × reader
Asmodeus alice x dom reader [part 2] (smut)
Iruma x dom reader [part 2] smut
Venom/Eddie
Sub Venom & Eddie
Others;
Ideas for you♥︎ —2/14/2023—
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midnxght-sweet-time · 2 years
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✦ I'm no `Grace` ✦
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❥︎ Paring: ✩Aether x F!Reader
➳ AU: Fixer!Sagau
⚠︎ TW: Hurt to comfort. Reader dealing with period times. This fic may trigger your ptsd of the hypostasis event.
᯽ A/N: This was me playing around with the idea of a scenario when creator is playing Genshin outside of the game world.
Around the time I wrote this, I had a friend who was going through some deep shit so this was partially the experience.
To anyone else going thru a rough time, just know that its okay to not be okay and these dark times will fade away soon. Take things easy for urself and forget whatever neagativity people think about you. Focus on and learn to love yourself. Your feelings matter.
❦︎ Tags: @campanula-rotundifolia @chihawari
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"Now- Are you sure – you want me to do this-?"
"For the last time, [Name], I am okay with you controlling me." 
The tired voice of the male's rings in your ears through the soft cushion of your headphones. One hand nervously holding onto your trusty mouse while the other with the index finger, hovering over the W key with an aching hesitance. You feel the nervousness holding you back, keeping you on a pause just like the blonde haired male in your screen. He taps his foot impatiently, his sword by his side as he faces a giant geo hypostasis, larger than the regular one, sleeping by the middle of the domain platform.
"Why are we doing this?" You heaved a shaky inhale. Even though you know if Aether dies you can always respawn him back into the game with a simple click of a button, it does not assure you of the fact this man is about to go through literal hell.
The geo hypostasis you were up againsts was a more buffed version, somewhat the mother of the actual hypostasis you two would face outside of this domain that our starbound traveler was confined in. This strange event somehow spawned in an insanely powerful hypostasis that you will need to kill in order to obtain primogems for the sake of upgrading your characters.  
"Helping me fight is much easier than me having to fight it myself. You've done this before." The boy's voice is stern but soft, as if talking to a child. "That doesn't change the fact I'm controlling you like a puppet on a string. Do you really think that's morally fine?" His eyes closed as he could hear the panic of the Creator in the back of his mind. You stuffed a pillow on your face as the panic manifested in your voice erupts from your throat. Your screams slightly penetrated through the bolster that reduced the loudness of your voice. 
As much as you hate controlling the will of your now live creations, Aether was right. You're able to see in a third person view of him, making it easier to catch sight of anything incoming his way from all directions like his third eye. That and along with you controlling him to fight, is much more smoother than Aether frantically keeping his guard up. Albeit the feeling of his body moving on its own is quite unsettling, but he has to admit, you guiding his movements in fending off enemies is more efficient, knowing you care for his well being and is doing everything in your power to keep him out of harm's way as much as you could. He feels safe with you.
"I need you." his mouth was left open, his words lack some sort of completion. Wonder written on his expression as he blinked once in thought. You didn't respond. Your screams prevented his words from being comprehended as all you could focus on was your moral anxiety.
"Please…your grace?" 
With those words muttered, the internal screaming stopped. It went silent for a moment. One second has passed, then two, then three. It made Aether worried.
"[Nam-"
"I told you before. Don't call me that."  
His eyes widen at the sudden change of tone from the god. You sounded empty, very stern but a slight crack in your voice made him tense. The air around him suddenly became a heavy weight. He can just hear the hidden pain in your voice. But why?
"[Name] I- Are you okay?"
His body turned away from the hypostasis as he exited the domain. Perhaps they will face it later, right now his concerns are on you. Did he upset you?
"Sorry Aether. I'm just… a little emotional today." You admit. You went from total panic to angry to guilt in a matter of seconds. The blonde haired male is convinced you were not okay. Whatever happened before you opened up your computer to see him, it was probably a bad case.
"Want to tell me what happened? I can be a good listener y'know?" Thinking you might need someone to talk to, he wasn't expecting the next few words that came out of your mouth–
"I'm on my period." 
His lips immediately shut after that, stretch to a thin line and his eyes widen slightly at the realization. Oh how could he not notice that? The sudden mood swings was a dead give away. A bright twinkle of stars flashes in front of him as the cute little mascot pops into existence, looking at Aether with her hands to her hips and a disappointing shake of her head. "W-well, how are you feeling? Did it just came?" He asked, trying to ease up the awkward tension that's suddenly at the back of his mind. 
"Yeah… I can feel my lower half turning itself into a pretzel as the ovaries go through a monthly olympic tug of war." His ears perked up at the sudden thump, Aether assumes you are probably laying face first on your desk. A snicker at your silly joke. "Shouldn't you rest then? We can continue this next time." The blonde male laid down on the grass and looked up at the night sky. The floating child followed his movements with a trail of stars behind her. "Paimon thinks so too! You should really rest up, you're in no condition to play!"
Their words were left unresponded. Silence befalls them once again leaving the two to worry about what you are thinking out there. Aether laid on the grass, following the silence. He can feel the grass swaying and tickling his exposed skin. He was about to say something before your voice echoed to him.
"You said you can be a good listener… right Aether?" 
Your throat sounds dry, it stings the back of the male's mind. He was convinced you really didn't have enough water. He sees the stars twinkling away, the moon burns into his sight. He wonders, what's your life up there? Is it even up in the sky? Or another universe he could travel to? "You voice sounds dry. Shouldn't you get yourself some water?" His voice softly brushes with the wind, it's loud enough to embed it into your mind. 
Ah, perhaps you really should keep your health in check. Your hand reaches out to the nearby water bottle, immediately takes the cap off and starts chugging down the drink. You never noticed how thirsty you were until you felt the sense of relief as the cooling liquid flows down your throat. 
"Thanks Aether." You cleared your throat, the hoarseness of your voice disappeared. Through your screen you can see Aether looking around the area, as if he's trying to pinpoint where your monitor is. To him, you were a whisper in his head. To you, he is but a programmed character that you came to care for. 
"So, what happened? You don't have to give me full details if you don't want to." You bit your lip at his initiative. As much as you want to let your feelings out, a force of doubt clung onto your chest. It is so desperately screaming at the back of your mind to call it off, to tell them 'Nevermind' or 'I'm fine'. Your breath hitches as fresh tears pooled at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision as an impersonation to your clouded mind. Words stuck and jumbled in your brain, all trying to find their way and form a complete sentence to tell a story, but clash with each other, it formed only small mutters of insecurities. 
Aether can't understand what you're going through. How could he? One of the many characters you created that's apparently brought to life; and you, a grown young adult, ranting to an AI about your problems.
Pathetic
Then it hit you–
"I'm pathetic. I don't know why some people of Teyvat would see me as some god." Your mouth shuts at that, your voice trying to hold back the choked sobs that threatened to erupt from your throat. "I mean- I understand I'm the creator but–" a hiccup interrupted your words, a hand covering your mouth. 
"I don't like anything about myself. I'm just some person that likes to create a world which I can play in to escape from reality and compensate for the fact I'm no use to the world I live in." Your voice becomes so quiet, it breaks the hearts of those who hear it. You sounded helpless, like a small animal crying for help in the end of the dark cave. 
Aether was about to say something, but the little mascot beat him to it. "You shouldn't really tell yourself that. It's not good!" Her voice chimed in the usual high pitched tone. 
"Paimon thinks– everyone has a worth, no one is pathetic. You are amazing in your own way [Name]. Life is so short, so enjoy it." You and Aether were almost shocked at the sudden change in tone from none other than Paimon. The high pitched tone was gone in that moment, what came out was the soft spoken, friendly resonance she once spoke with at the beginning of the journey when Paimon was first introduced and guided Aether through Teyvat. "Looks like your the one that took the words right out of my mouth this time." The blonde haired male chuckles. "Paimon's right. We may not be able to understand your troubles outside the screen, but we still want to console you." His hand reaches out, a sign of affection that wont reach you til your next your next visit. 
"Your not just our creator, your our friend too, [Name]. Wether we are real or not, we are here for you. Thats what a 'comfort character' is, right?" 
You didnt even have to tell them your situation and they already seem to understand you. Their words were enough to relief you of your stress. "Thank you both. I feel so much better now." You wiped your tears away, a determined look on your face with your heart feeling full from the encouragements your filled with.
He heard your sniffles died down to soft laughter. He smiles, knowing you taken their words into account. It reminds him of the times when his sister had these kinds of meltdowns. When her hormones would increase her levels of stress and him being the big brother, comforting her in her times of need. Or atleast thats what his fabricated memories tells him.
"When you come back here, lets have a grand big feast together! Surely the food will make you even more happy!" Paimon's back to that baby tone again as she lifts herself off the ground and flew around Aether with a hopeful look that made him sigh.
"Your only suggesting that so you could eat more huh? We might as well have you as the main dish."
"How many times do I need to tell you? Paimon. Isnt. Food!"
Their conversation tickled the back of your throat. These two really know how to make your day better. Maybe whatever made your creations sentient wasnt such a bad thing after all. 
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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years
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I noticed a particular sentence in your sub venti fic that alludes to Venti being a switch so...
Dom venti content?
(Just delete this if your uncomfortable writing dom venti!)
Same Desperation, Different Form
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Yea, as much as I just love subs, he's got too much teasing energy to be a full one, and he's also always willing to play into what his partner wants most. I am more comfortable writing for sub characters, but I can do something small for this,,, probably-
Warnings: 18+ stuff so minors stay away pls, piv sex, Dom Venti/Sub Reader (I think?)
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"You seem to be enjoying yourself there my love, does it feel that good?"
There was a glint in his eyes as Venti said it, the teasing in his tone not being lost on you, even in this state.
He looked so pretty like that, smiling above you as he let out a few lazy thrusts, practically grinding into you.
"Keep going." You half moaned, trying to keep the most of your desperation under wraps.
He stopped moving completely to contemplate, quite exaggeratedly.
"Hmm, I could, but you'll have to ask me nicer than that."
You wanted to snap at him, to grab his hips and forcibly move him yourself, but this wasn't the time to be greedy.
"Keep going... Please."
He practically giggled at how frustrated you sounded, but the under stimulation was eating at him too, so he chose to drop the teasing for a second in favor of continuing his entirely inconsistent rhythm.
His hands were gripping both sides of your hips, pulling you into him with each thrust.
He moved his head down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss as he rode out each wave of pleasure, his movements becoming faster as the pace continued.
He couldn't help the soft moans that spilled from his mouth as he felt himself get closer, "A-Ah, you feel so good, better than any pleasure in the world. S-so perfect, so heavenly."
These were the last coherent words you heard him say as his body overtook his mind in the desperate chase of his own release.
"Please don't stop, just... Just a little more, almost there." You mumbled, your words slurring slightly.
Whatever else you were about to say got caught in your throat, becoming an incoherent string of sounds as he becoming more and more sporadic, pushing in deeper, hitting all the right spots.
The feeling was too indescribably, mind-numbingly good.
"I-I'm, I'm going to—" you barely managed to gasp out, squeezing him tighter as you were cut off by an orgasm.
Venti let out something similar to a high pitched whine as his hips convulsed inside of you, trying to keep you as close as possible as he came.
A moment of blissful oblivion followed, your mind clouded in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion.
You felt his breath on your neck and the warmth of his skin as he laid on top of you.
There was a long moment of silence, comprised of you two simply enjoying each other's warmth.
"I wasn't lying about what I said you know." Venti mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you.
"You really are absolutely heavenly."
You let out a hum of acknowledgement as he pressed soft kisses to your neck.
You responded by taking his face and gently kissing the tip of his nose.
His face immediately turned red as he buried it in your chest, mumbling something about that being cheating.
It was times like these that you really truly lived for.
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