GENSHIN IMPACT MASTER LIST

ღ GENSHIN IMPACT MASTER LIST

WARNING: DARK CONTENT.

Wriothesley

reader trying to escape by diving and being caught

TW: yandere, abuse of power, non-con, escape failed, non-consensual spanking

handcuffed and spanked by Wriothesley

TW: yandere, forced imprisonment, abuse of power, non-consensual spanking, humiliation

Tighnari

yandere tighnari breeding reader

TW: non-con, yandere, misogyny, forced breeding, using a weird fragrance

old classmate visits reader and encourages them to continue their studies but tighnari hears

TW: non-con, yandere, misogyny, forced breeding, kidnapping, pregnancy, breastfeeding

What would the yans (cyno tihnari) be as dads towards their respective children?

TW: yandere, (implied) forced pregnancy

yandere tighnari and Cyno comfort you

TW: yandere, kidnapping

reader hinting to their children that they weren't happy with the marriage by telling stories but their children told yan!tighnari

TW: yandere, non-con, implied kidnapping, spanking, orgasm control, breeding, knotting

yandere tighnari and reader's (slight yandere) kids are jealous of their new sibling

TW: yandere, (not mentioned here but actually) kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breast milk

trainee forest ranger reader gets punished

TW: non-con, yandere, creepy plant, female reader, spanking without consent

yan! tighnari's and reader's fox daughter wanting to be a dancer in Zubayr Theater with Nilou

TW: yandere, (not mentioned here but actually) kidnapping, overprotective dad tighnari

yandere cyno and tighnari darlings managed to escape them and took the kids with them

TW: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, escape, punishment, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship, spanking, aphrodisiac

➥ Cyno and Tighnari making them meet each other again to humiliate them and giving teasing remarks

TW: yandere, punishment, humiliation, dub-con, mentioned escape

Yandere Cyno and Tighnari’s darling decided to try again but this time it was impulsive

TW: yandere, escape, kidnapping, abuse of power

Did yandere tighnari and cyno punish their darlings together?

TW: yandere, punishment

What would happen if yandere tighnari and cyno darlings broke mentally?

TW: yandere, mental breakdown

how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Cyno

yan!cyno blackmailing darling who did something illegal into becoming his housewife

TW: yandere, delusional, kidnapping, forced marriage, mentioned forced pregnancy

What would the yans (cyno tihnari) be as dads towards their respective children?

TW: yandere, (implied) forced pregnancy

cyno finally impregnating reader and cyno's babies are the only one laughing at his joke

TW: yandere, forced pregnancy, forced marriage

yandere Tighnari and Cyno comfort you

TW: yandere, kidnapping

yanderes cyno and tighnari darlings managed to escape them and took the kids with them

TW: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, escape, punishment, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship, spanking, aphrodisiac

➥ Cyno and Tighnari making them meet each other again to humiliate them and giving teasing remarks

TW: yandere, punishment, humiliation, dub-con, mentioned escape

Yandere Cyno and Tighnari’s darling decided to try again but this time it was impulsive

TW: yandere, escape, kidnapping, abuse of power

Did yandere tighnari and cyno punish their darlings together?

TW: yandere, punishment

What would happen if yandere tighnari and cyno darlings broke mentally?

TW: yandere, mental breakdown

how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Cyno to Inazuma for TCG match and catch darling

TW: yandere

Alhaitham

yandere alhaitham and kaveh

TW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, abuse of power

yan!alhaitham and kaveh finally married reader

TW: yandere, forced marriage, (implied) dub-con, kidnapping

Alhaitham doesn't feel insecure in a relationship

TW: yandere

alhaitham, kaveh and you having children but somehow act the opposite of each other

TW: yandere, pregnant, non con but no detailed description

Kaveh

yandere alhaitham and kaveh

TW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, abuse of power

yan!alhaitham and kaveh finally married reader

TW: yandere, forced marriage, (implied) dub-con, kidnapping

alhaitham, kaveh and you having children but somehow act the opposite of each other

TW: yandere, pregnant, non con but no detailed description

Scaramouche/Wanderer/(The name you gave him:___________)

yandere Scaramouche after kindapping femele darling finding out that girls have periods

TW: yandere, kidnapping

Dottore

Cryo Archon ordered him not to hurt you Dottore asks you to cook

future into life with outlaw!johnb with a chubby baby 😢😢😢😢😢😢😞😞🥹🥹🥹

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running away from your family farm house and starting a life with john b means you get to work pretty quickly. they can’t send him to jail if he’s got a family, right? it would be cruel and unfair.

when john b first brings you to your new house, you’re uncertain. it’s falling apart a little on the outside, the land is dry and slightly barren, there’s no animals in the farm — but the brunette had a way of making you believe everything would be okay. he turned your face in his hands and stared into your eyes with that reassuring smile and told you that he was going to work tirelessly to make this place a home, and he did.

over the coming weeks, your soon to be husband would often arrive home with a new animal — at first a horse, and then some cows, followed by some chickens, and then soon goats and sheep. you had no idea how he was doing it, aside from the knowledge that your man had some serious swindling skills on him and knew how to throw a gamble.

you began to enjoy the little routine the two of you were falling into after that. he’d hammer away at fences, walls, doors, the porch — anything he could get his hands on all day in the blistering heat — sweaty and shirtless until the sun would start to set and he’d be coming inside for the hearty meal you’d put on the table. no matter how much physical labour he’d subject himself to in the day, he would never be too tired to pin you to the bed and fuck you open at the end of it.

which is how you ended up with a sweet, happy, well fed baby on your hip a year on — the two of you in the shade on the porch as you sip on your iced tea with one hand, watching your man pull together the finishing touches on the barn, paint and saw dust staining his jeans.

he wipes his hands on the white tshirt he wore and adjusts his heavy belt before turning to you, his face of concentration melted into a loving smile upon seeing his beautiful wife and the baby that had just awoken from his nap. since entering fatherhood, john b had taken on a whole new level of physical manliness that had you itching for another baby. stubble dusted his cheeks, his body was thicker and more toned from all the food you’d been making him and physical work he’d been putting in, and he looked overall a little more rugged. he grins, stepping up to the porch as his baby boy squeals and bounces on your hip, knocking his fat fists against your shoulder excitedly.

“are you happy to see daddy?” you coo, bursting into your own giggles.

“heeeey my sweet boy!” john b approaches, tickling the babies ribs causing him to kick about with an elated laugh. he turns his expression to you, his smile fading into a smirk of sorts, tilting his head. “my girl.” he greets, and even after all this time he still makes you shy. you stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips— knowing later on that night you’d be begging for another sweet baby.

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Desire of Ownership

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader

a/n: capitalist man strikes again. Jokes aside, his hairstyle is amazing

Word count: 1k (exactly 1k, it's an achievement)

Warnings: unhealthy mentality and controlling behaviour

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It's rare for you to be this worked up, but you haven't felt this much annoyance in a very long time. Maybe anger would be the better word. The words uttered to you by the head maid keep repeating in your head as you angrily stomp to Pantalone's office.

You swing the door open, uncaring of his short temper with your manners. Immediately, his head raises from his desk as the abacus beads shine menacingly. After closing the door, you pad over to his desk, arms crossed.

"I take it that you're cross?"

You scoff, "That is an understatement."

"Well then," he puts down his signature quill, "I was going to take a break anyway. Go on."

"What are you trying to do? I was stopped from stepping into the garden and was told that it's a direct order from you. I can't leave the building now? What are you going to do next? Chain me to the bed?"

"I might just do it if you forget your manners. Remember who you're talking to, my dear."

"Answer my question. What is going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. Now, if you're done with your temper tantrum, go to the master bedroom. I'll be with you shortly."

"Pantalone," you whine out, moving towards him as his eyes follow your every move, "I want to go to the garden."

"You'll dirty your dress, and I rather like this one on you." He slyly runs his hands over your hips when you stand beside him. Dark eyes peer over the edge of his glasses, analysing your facial expression. The Regrator knows that you sweet talk him to get what you want, but he never does anything to stop it. What's wrong with tolerating it?

It'll make it all the more amusing when he crushes all that confidence.

"I can change, it's not a problem."

"Not needed," he shakes his head, "just wait for me in our room."

You ignore the feeling that settles in your stomach.

"Alright."

When you were walking towards the door, you could physically feel his eyes on every move you made.

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Contrary to your assumptions, all Pantalone did was lay his head on your lap as he talked about finances and investments, visibly annoyed at so-called ‘side characters’ for increasing his workload. He even went to the trouble to call someone a babbling oxymoron. When you snickered at the name, he just turned his back to you, suddenly quiet.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he turns and looks you in the eye. Pantalone adjusts his glasses without breaking eye contact. It’s unnerving and you’ve unknowingly stiffened, muscles not daring to move.

“Oh,” his grin widens, “I thought you were enjoying yourself. Where did that laughter and smile go?”

Though his arms are crossed over his stomach, you know better than to test his reflexes. With a flattering motion of brushing his hair away from his face, you give him a little smile.

“Have I offended you somehow?”

“You look relaxed but judging from your muscles, you are as tense as a fresh recruit. Tell me, my little siren’s song, why are you so worked up?”

You nervously gulp. Despite him being on your lap, you’re still under his thumb. Right now, he’s just one question away from crushing you under it. Before you can say anything to defend yourself, a hand reaches and starts tracing your jawline. Goosebumps rise on your arms and neck at the unwavering eye contact, openly displaying your apprehension. He knows, doesn’t he?

He puts a finger on your lip to shush you when you try again.

“No need for explanations. I already know. If you think that you can do something that I had strictly prohibited right under my nose, let this be a warning to you.”

Head hung low, you move your gaze to your fiddling hands. A wheel of luck spins in your mind, waiting to stop to reveal which punishment he’d like to deliver this time.

“The maid you promised a transfer had come to me directly after your initial conversation with her. I’m aware that my employees aren’t too fond of me but using that to your advantage… you’re more cunning than you look.”

In one fluid motion, he’s sitting upright. A hand grabs your chin and raises your face, forcing eye contact.

“I read the letter you had posted. There’s nothing to be gained from telling your parents that you’re alive. I had your death falsely announced so that all those pests would leave us alone, yet you have the gall to throw everything into the water?”

“My parents… they deserve to know.”

“You’re lucky you hadn’t mentioned anything else. I would never spare you if you had.”

“Why, aren’t you just merciful.”

Pantalone laughs, eyes crinkling with amusement, “I suppose there is no limit to your impudence?” He scoots closer to you, hand travelling to cup your cheek before it moves to your nape. “The letter was never posted. Consider yourself lucky.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Why not? Being the spouse of the richest harbinger who just so happens to control the economy of Snezhnaya is something that not anyone can be. You, my dearest, are special."

Ah, how could you forget? Sometimes, being special means being at the wrong place at the right time and saying the right thing at the wrong time. A coincidence after coincidence, all just to become a series of encounters that awaken a darker desire in a man you refuse to tolerate.

"I'm not special. You just happen to fancy me."

"Fancy? Oh no no," he simpers, "I think love is the better word. Besides, had I not loved you, I would never have wed you. If I never wed you, you would never have been mine."

At the end of the day, there is still an unspoken truth that he spares you everytime.

'If you had never been mine, you would never have belonged to me.'

Do you remember the hammock outside the chateau where john b was lying down in episode 1? Him and reader lying down beside eachother while he stuffs her with his fingers😵‍💫 it's out in the open and anyone could see but johnbees fingers just feel too good to stop😞

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his leg is looped around yours keeping your thighs pinned open and there’s a grin on his face— like he knew what he was doing was bad, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“john—john b—” you’re breathless as his fingers punch pornographic sounds out of you, your bikini bottoms pulled fully to the side.

“who? yeah i… dont know who that is.” he tilts his head with faux confusion, brows frowned but his smug smile still remaining.

“daddy— daddy someone’s gonna see. anyone could see!” you correct yourself and he plants a reassuring kiss to your temple, his thumb smoothing over your clit to soothe you.

“no one is going to see, okay?” his voice rumbles warmly against where you’re laying on his chest and you clench around his knuckles, jaw dropping with a shuddered whimper. “this is my house, right? aaaall this space out here is mine to use. if i wanna fuck you in my hammock, guess what. i can do just that, and there’s not a soul around to stop me.” he sarks, spare hand coming to squeeze at your tit, pulling the triangle of your bikini top aside only exposing you further.

“daddy!” you cry out in fear, knowing how the pogues were no stranger to impromptu drop-ins. if they were to arrive now, john b was fully clothed — it would be you on full display.

“easy, puppy. not listening to me.” he brings a sterner edge to his voice and you instantly force yourself to behave— trying your best to relax against his chest and let him please you. “th’atta girl. just focus on my fingers, yeah? should be easy for you, bubba.”

you melt, and soon you’re trembling hard — feeling yourself coming up on an orgasm. john b smiles down proudly at you, continuing to work you over. “i know, iiii know. feels just right, doesn’t it? you can cum, sweetheart. whenever you like.” his comforting tone drives you over the edge, moaning out into the open land, not knowing who could be near by. in the moment, you didn’t care.

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SUNDRESS SZN☆

He like the dress a little too much.

Connie couldn’t stand his pretty girl leaving the house without him. Especially in that nice ass sundress. With a slap to your ass, connie’s presence was known. The type of slap that leaves a burning sting. “connie!” you yelled at him without turning away from the mirror where you was taking pics. “fine ass..” He said under his breath but you ignored him as you were focused on getting the perfect picture to post on the gram.

He took that personal and got closer to you. To the point your back was touching his chest. His hand slithered from behind you to your neck where he held a firm grip on it. “where the fuck you think you going?” You could feel the heat from his words glide over your ears. It made your insides flutter and your body instantly warm up.

But you knew connie and you knew his intentions and it was simple—Don’t let his girl leave the house.

“i was going to meet up with-“ you were cut off as you suddenly felt the hand that was securely around your neck tighten.“you don’t wanna stay wimme?” you could barely keep your balance. your legs felt like jello. “it’s sunny outside connie i want to go out” your protest fell to deaf ears. His ass was not listening to shit you had to say. He wanted you to stay home.

and he got exactly what he wanted. After a few minutes of going back and fourth.

You were arched in your king sized bed taking all of him. You couldn’t tell how long it’s been. 15 minutes? 2 hours? you don’t know. Connie had a mean grip on your braids as he thrusted harshly into your glistening wet pussy. “why..are you fuckin me like thiss!!” your words muffled from the pillow your face was currently kissing. “i just wanted you to stay wit’ me mama” he moved his free hand to your hip as he pulled you closer to him. Pushing himself deeper into you. You felt every single inch.

He had you smelling colors and seeing sounds. Incoherent nonsense spilling from your lips. Your makeup was mixed in with your tears and pillow. Connie seeing your messed up mascara only made his pounding faster. He released his hand from your hair and grabbed your other hip, bouncing your ass on him. “cumming cumming ‘m cumming!” your back arched even further, you came undone on him. “let it out fa me” He kept pounding into you as you came on him. Your cum stinking on his lower abdomen. Your screams were rewarding to connie and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

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könig with a partner with an irregular period for whatever reason and your face is scrunched up in worry while you complain to him whenever your tracking app says you’re late for more than a week and his leg starts bouncing under the table just silently hoping it never comes. kisses your forehead and tells you not to worry about it while his stomach churns with excitement and he’s already envisioning building a crib to put in the spare room. and you’re always confused why he looks so disappointed when you run up to him all smiley just to say you started bleeding while you were out. is quiet for the rest of the day mourning the loss like it was real.