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Wedding Night Sex with Genshin Men

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, bridal carry, mating press, gentle sex, mating bites, rough sex, torn clothes, wall sex, cunnilingus

A/N: It was between this and arranged marriage. Might do that one another time.

Kaeya, being the gentleman that he is, carries you in his arms through the door, lavishing your face and neck with lots of kisses. However once you're all alone he cannot hold back any longer. He'd had to walk all the way to the bedroom with a semi-boner, that really needs taking care of, and what better way then to bury it inside your pussy for the rest of the night?

Diluc makes sure that your wedding night, like all others, makes you feel special. He takes his sweet time taking off your wedding dress, kissing your body, making you sigh and moan and arch as he puts his mouth on you and gets to have the thing he's secretly been craving this whole time. Forget the damn cake, all he wanted for dessert was your cunt.

Itto could have been parting it up longer but why would he when he had something, no someone better to spend his time and energy on. His beautiful new bride, who he can't wait to mating press into sweet oblivion. Speaking of mating, tonight is the night he finally gets to bite you, make you his, with his fangs, kisses, hard cock thrusting in and out of that pretty, wet pussy, making you come all over his cock and balls right before he fills you up with his own cum.

Childe had a very hard time not teasing you all night before you got to your bedroom. You looked so damn beautiful he could hardly hold back, but he did, if only because he knew you'd give him the best time of his life once you were alone. He couldn't stop touching you, his hands, his mouth, his knee between your legs, his fingers digging into your dress to take it off in a hurry, his pants barely down his legs before he thrust his cock deep and started pounding away.

Pantalone is very patient with you. His cock is almost tearing through his pants but he can wait until you get undressed. He can wait for you to shyly crawl on top of him, straddle his face and part your pussy folds for his skilled tongue. The man could watch you come again and again just from his mouth alone, but alas you need more then that, he knows it, your pussy knows it. He would never deny you on your wedding night. You can still stay on top of him, besides he rather likes to watch your expression as you lose yourself from his cock.

Dottore can't wait for the bed, he's been holding back long enough, smiling through it all. The wall it is, your legs held up, spread just like your cunt, ready for what ever he's going to give you. He will absolutely make is so you can't walk the next day, or even talk from how sore your voice will be from moaning and repeating his name in pleasure.

Zhongli has been waiting to get his hands all over you since he saw you in your wedding dress. You do loo good in it, heavenly even, too bad it stands between him and you. At least until he tears it to tiny shreds with his fangs and claws, unable to hold back from clamming you as his. He's snarling, growling, his horns and tail on full display as he ruts into your pussyhole again and again, making you yell his name so loud it leaves no doubt to whose bride you are.

"Can you believe this, Dottore?! He cut off my head!"

You laughed as your body bent down to pick up your cackling head. The traveler taking a step back as you did so.

"That was quite rude of them, wasn't it?"

Lifting your head and placing it on your neck, you heard a few clicks and felt a connection snap in place.

"It was, Dottore!"

You skipped over to the doctor with a crazed grin on your face, "can i hurt him now? Or do you still need to run a few tests?"

Dottore waved a hand at you, "don't as you wish."

You soun on your heel to face the traveler, "yay!"

Dottore wasn't worried about you, of course, you were his most prized experiment yet.

trying to love but told i'm too much

dottore x reader

Being in a relationship with the doctor was always so hard. You thought, at one point, that it would be as simple as breathing. And it was... at first.

Too fast it turned into a chore in Dottore's point of view. Loving you, that is.

All too often you would find yourself in the presence of one of his clones. He would try to pass the clone as himself, but you would always be able to tell.

You were being too much. Too clingy. Too doting. Too nagging. Too needy. Words as such as those always seemed to leave the doctor's mouth.

So when he left for Sumeru, you finally had some time to think by yourself.

And when his clones started to disappear, right then and there you decided to leave.

If he would try to find you one day, you weren't sure, but being on your own definitely beats being called too much just because you love him.

An apology gift from me who has been missing for quite a while due to college so have some college zandik brainrot :3

College AU Zandik where:

Tired 25/7, he aims to always get good grades and make sure to ace his classes. He's afraid of failure.

Would take biology as his major but his interests are mostly on the human anatomy. He managed to scare a few students when he was rambling on about how much he would like to bring a cadaver home, cut it open and take out the insides.

Coffee. That's it, just coffee.

Daddy issues. He hates his father with a passion that he would even jump out the window if he sees his own father in the same room as him.

Not much of a fan of sweets but he likes eating cinammon rolls.

Sleeps everywhere. On the chair, in the halls, maybe even in the bathroom, he can sleep while standing up or even sitting down.

If you're dating this man, expect to be his pillow wherever, whenever. If he's holding you and barely even moving from his place, he's asleep.

He doesn't mind tutoring you if you have trouble with other subjects. More time for him to be with you more and enjoy every second of it.

Soft kisses, warm hugs, he prefers to be the big spoon.

A switch. Mostly likes to dominate you but if you can manage, he's all fucked out and begging when he's the bottom. Bonus, he is loud.

Please, praise him. Not only turns him on but it also makes him happy after having to go through lots of hardships in his life.

Ma'am/Sir, if you can tug at a certain part of his hair, he will fold.

Despite being stressed out from school, he would still do his best to spend time with you. Wake you up every morning and even cook you meals.

May or may not have a little scrapbook of all your pictures together from the dates you two went on. He wants to save the important memories so he could cherish them with you.

Pulls you away from his mother who would always be coddling you and even showing you all of Zandik's baby pictures. To which the male would be upset and embarrassed that he has to pick you up and carry you to his room to cuddle.

The Clockwork Creation

The thunder roared, splitting the night in two, as jagged bolts of lightning illuminated the darkened skies above the lonely Snezhnayan lab. You stood outside the towering building, feeling your heart race with anticipation, knowing what lay within. Your hands trembled as you clutched the edges of your cloak tighter, hoping the cold night air would soothe the anxious energy surging through your veins.

It had been weeks—months, even—since you had seen him last. Il Dottore, the brilliant, enigmatic man you once knew, had withdrawn into his secret laboratory, obsessing over his latest experiment. Letters were few, and each one more cryptic than the last. His mind, once so sharp and full of purpose, seemed to unravel further with every success.

The heavy oak doors of the lab creaked open as if sensing your approach. Stepping inside, you were greeted by the harsh smell of chemicals, the scent burning in your nose. The place was darker than you remembered, the air thicker, suffocating.

You had known Dottore for years, working alongside him in pursuit of knowledge, always fascinated by his mind, his ambition. But something had changed in him. The brilliant scientist you admired had begun to twist under the weight of his obsession, pursuing power and discovery without regard for ethics or consequences.

It all started with one question that spiraled into madness: Could life be recreated?

Dottore had once confided in you his dream to conquer the boundaries of mortality, to shape life from death, to bend nature’s laws. What was once a philosophical debate had transformed into something real, something terrifying.

You swallowed hard, your footsteps echoing through the empty halls as you descended deeper into his workshop. Every corner was filled with the remnants of abandoned experiments—half-constructed automata, strange, ticking contraptions made of metal and sinew, and medical devices whose purpose you dared not imagine.

The sound of whirring gears and clanking metal grew louder as you approached the heart of the laboratory. In the center of the dimly lit room stood a towering figure—Dottore.

His back was turned to you, hunched over a large table littered with surgical tools, tubes, and vials of unknown substances. Sparks flew from the apparatus around him, filling the air with the stench of burning metal. He didn’t notice your presence at first, so consumed was he by the work before him.

“Dottore,” you called out softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of machinery.

He stiffened, then slowly turned to face you. The moment his eyes locked with yours, you knew he was no longer the man you once knew. His sharp red gaze gleamed with a feverish intensity, and a twisted smile tugged at his lips. He looked gaunt, hollow, as if sleep and sanity had long since abandoned him.

“You came,” he said, his voice low, smooth, but tinged with something unsettling. “I knew you couldn’t stay away.”

You took a hesitant step forward, your eyes scanning the room. On the table before him lay the culmination of his work—a creation. A body. It was large, humanoid, though something about it was grotesque in its stillness. The flesh, stitched together in patches, was pale and unnatural. Tubes connected to the figure pulsed with dark liquid, and electrodes attached to its temples sparked occasionally as Dottore worked feverishly on some unseen adjustment.

“What… what have you done?” you whispered, your throat dry as you stared at the lifeless form.

Dottore’s grin widened, his hands twitching with manic excitement. “I’ve done it. I’ve surpassed them all—Celestia, the Archons, the very laws of nature itself. I’ve created life!”

Your stomach churned at his words. “This… this isn’t life, Dottore. This is an abomination.”

His expression darkened, the once playful glint in his eyes replaced by something dangerous. “You don’t understand, do you? You never truly understood the potential. This creation—this being—is more than life. It is perfection, designed by me. It will be the first of many, a new race crafted from the brilliance of science and human ingenuity.”

You shook your head, taking a step back as the horror of it all sank in. “You’re playing with things no one should. This… this thing you’ve made—it’s not natural. You can’t just stitch together parts of the dead and call it life.”

Dottore’s eyes narrowed, and for a moment, you saw a flash of the man he once was. But that moment passed quickly, and the mad scientist was back, his voice dripping with condescension. “Natural? Do you think nature cares for the weak, the fragile? I’ve improved upon it. I’ve made something better. It can’t die, it can’t fail, and it will serve me as no living creature could.”

He moved closer to the table, his hands hovering above the switches and levers of the device connected to the body. The electricity in the room crackled with a strange energy, the tension thick and palpable.

“I invited you here,” Dottore said, his voice softening in an eerie imitation of warmth, “because I wanted you to witness the future. You’ve always understood me, haven’t you? You’ve been by my side for so long. I thought… you might appreciate the genius behind it.”

You stared at him, torn between the loyalty you once felt and the growing horror gnawing at your heart. He had lost himself, his brilliance consumed by ambition and madness.

“This isn’t right,” you whispered, taking another step back. “I can’t… I can’t be part of this.”

Dottore’s smile faltered, the disappointment clear in his eyes. For a brief moment, you saw a flicker of hurt, but it was quickly replaced by the cold, calculating gleam you had come to fear.

“Pity,” he murmured, turning away from you. “I had hoped you would understand. But I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. When my creation awakens, the world will understand. You will understand.”

With a flourish, Dottore pulled the final lever. The room exploded with light and sound as the machinery roared to life. Lightning arced from the coils overhead, striking the body on the table with violent force. The air buzzed with raw energy as the figure convulsed, its limbs jerking in unnatural movements. The smell of burning flesh filled the room.

You watched in silent horror as the body twitched and spasmed, the once-lifeless form beginning to move with purpose. The creature opened its eyes—dull, glassy orbs staring into the void—and let out a low, guttural groan.

Dottore’s laughter echoed through the chamber, a sound of pure, manic joy. “It lives!” he shouted, his voice trembling with triumph. “I’ve done it! I’ve conquered life itself!”

The creature on the table sat up slowly, its movements stiff and jerky, like a puppet being manipulated by unseen strings. It looked around the room with blank, unfocused eyes, its mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words. But it was clear—this was no miracle of life. This was a mockery of it.

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Dottore, stop this!” you cried, your voice breaking. “This is madness!”

He turned to you, his eyes gleaming with a wild fervor. “Madness? This is brilliance! This is what humanity has been striving for all along. To become gods!”

But as the creature rose from the table, its body shaking with each movement, you saw something flicker in its eyes. Fear. Confusion. Pain. It was no god—it was a broken thing, pieced together by a man who had lost sight of what it meant to truly live.

The creature let out a low, mournful wail, its hands trembling as it looked down at its own patchwork body. For a moment, you thought you saw the smallest spark of humanity in its eyes, a brief glimmer of recognition. And then, it turned to Dottore.

The scientist stepped forward, his arms outstretched in a gesture of welcome. “You are my greatest creation,” he said softly, his voice filled with reverence. “You belong to me.”

But the creature’s face twisted into something dark, something primal. With a sudden, violent movement, it lunged at Dottore, knocking him to the ground. The two figures struggled, the sound of ripping flesh and grinding metal filling the air as Dottore’s creation fought against its maker.

You watched in horror, frozen in place as the scene unfolded. The scientist’s screams echoed through the lab, but there was nothing you could do.

In the end, Dottore’s obsession, his need to control life itself, had destroyed him.

As the creature stood over his broken body, it turned to you. For a brief moment, you thought it might attack, but instead, it simply stared. There was something in its eyes now—an understanding, perhaps. A sad, broken understanding of what it was and what it had been made to be.

And then, without a sound, it turned and lumbered out of the lab, disappearing into the cold night.

You stood there, the wind howling outside, your heart heavy with the weight of what had transpired.

Il Dottore, once the brilliant mind you admired, was gone—consumed by his own creation, a monster of his own making.

Clone Craze

Bottom!FTM Dottore (& Clones) x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | No AFAB Language Used

HALF 1: Threesome (Clones + Reader), Face Sitting, Overstimulation, Reader Has Two Dicks, Double Penetration, Oral, Anal

HALF 2: Double Penetration, Choking, Biting, Creampie

Words: 1,196

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"I don't have time for you right now, go bother my clones." Dottore pushes you off of him. He's especially prickly when he's focused on an experiment.

You sigh. "Alright, have fun." You drag a pair of clones to your room.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

"Up for some fun?" You smile and sit down on your bed. The two clones nod excitedly.

All of you quickly get naked, your hard lengths making both of his clones drool. Dottore had experimented on you for a while, the results being having two equally long dicks and a higher sex drive. He only regrets the ego boost it gave you, your constant teasing and slut shaming was annoyingly attractive.

You watch them argue and bicker about who gets to take your dicks first, you stop them before it turns into a cat fight.

"Both of you will have your turn." You pull them away from each other, coincidentally leaving one clone closest to your crotch.

Popping open a convenient bottle of lube, the clone pours a generous amount of it on his hand and ass, pushing two fingers inside as he leans down to suck you off. He slobbers over one of your cocks, his free hand jerking off the other one. He fingers open his already well stretched hole diligently, very excited to take you. All of you.

You bring the other clone into a kiss, taking a hand down in between his legs and teasing his aching sex. He whines into your mouth and grabs your wrist, wordlessly telling you to stop teasing him.

You slip two fingers inside him slowly, curling your fingers up at the perfect spot.

Meanwhile, the other Dottore slowly lowers himself onto you. Grinning widely as both of your lengths push into his hole. Just the entrance is almost enough to make him come.

He drips pre cum onto your lower abdomen, whining loudly about how you'll tear him apart.

The other clone hisses at him, jealous that he only gets your fingers because of the other's selfishness. You pick him up by his waist and sit him down on your face. He excitedly grinds down, arching his back and moaning in ecstasy as your mouth gets to work on eating him out.

The clones take their time riding both halves of you, getting their equal amount of getting fucked by both your cocks and your mouth.

One of them passes out after its fourth orgasm but the other is still going, riding your cocks like it'll never get this opportunity again. Which is very likely.

Prime Dottore enters the room, assuming you'd be done by now. He looks at you and his clone with disdain and jealousy, the way your looking at it and holding it pisses him off greatly.

He throws his mask to the floor and stomps over to you two and forces his clone off of you. "Had your fun, huh?"

"You wanted me to do this, Zandik." You smile, pulling him onto the bed and quickly ridding him of his clothes. "How can you be jealous of yourself? Hm?"

"It's- No- I'm not jealous."

"Aren't you? You know you get rewards for honesty." You tower on top of him and stretch him open. "C'mon, don't you want me to stuff you full tonight? Or are you going to keep your pride and get fucked by just my fingers?"

"...Fuck. I was jea- jealous, okay? You're insufferable." He looks to the side, cheeks flushing pink.

"Good boy." You pull your fingers out. "You want both of my cocks don't you? Say it."

"I...I want both."

"Of what?" You smirk, your teasing voice pissing him off.

"Ugh.." Dottore sighs, cheeks burning red in embarrassment. "I want both of your..cocks inside me."

"You're being so good for me today." You brush his hair back and kiss his forehead. Dottore grabs the sides of your arms and pushes you onto your back.

"Next time, you're just going to have to deal without me." Dottore lowers himself down onto you. "I'm the only one you can fuck. Got it?"

You grip his ass. "Got it. You're so cute when you're jealous."

He ignores you and arches his back, moaning when you're fully inside him. Every time you bottom out in him it sends electricity throughout his body, his mind has to take a moment to process it.

When he does, he grips your neck both for balance and to choke you. "Yo- your body is mine—" He moans.

He bounces up and down on your lengths, feeling pure bliss from having them hit the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him.

Dottore always looks so beautiful when he's on top of you, he has no reason to keep up a facade. He just lets himself go and moans freely.

And you always give him a sickeningly loving look that makes him tremble.

"Ho- how many times?" He asks, voice wavering. "How many times did you- co- come in my clo- clones?"

You bring up three fingers.

His body shakes. "You ha- have to- do it to- to me- too-"

You smile in agreement, why would you ever disagree to it?

Dottore gives up on riding you after his first orgasm, letting you flip him onto his back and fucking him until you reach your release.

You always wear condoms during sex because you know Dottore doesn't like the idea of feeling bloated or having to deal with the aftermath very much. He's already taken precautions to ensure he doesn't get pregnant on the off chance the condom fails.

He'll probably regret this later but for now, you're taking full advantage of it.

Dottore pulls you close to him and bites all over your neck, claiming you as his. You do the same, leaving hickeys and bite marks down his neck to just beneath his collarbone.

He tightens around you, more sensitive now, and whimpers as you nibble on his skin.

You usually hold back during sex so you can stay inside longer but you find yourself quickly coming a second time with Dottore following close behind.


Dottore rolls his head back and mutters. "One m- more time~"

You bring him into a deep and sloppy kiss while intensifying your thrusts, making the both of you lightheaded.

You two stay kissing for a while, parting for air but always going back for more. Dottore has his nails dug into your back while yours are in his waist.

The other segments have long gone but all of them can hear the loud noises coming from the room, they roll their eyes knowing they'll be tasked with Dottore's work while he recovers.

"Close–" You groan, gripping his waist harder and burying your head in his neck. Dottore bites his lip, body shivering with excitement.

Your movements stutter and eventually come to a halt as you come inside him, adding to the obscene amount of spend that was already there.

"Are you happy now?" You ask breathlessly.

Dottore nods before drifting off to sleep. You pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, you have no intention of seeing him upset that you didn't clean him up.

harbinger hug!!!!