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#c: kaeya alberich
frostwindwaltz · 10 months
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my beloved 🗡️💙
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doveypink · 10 months
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tried and true blue [kaeya alberich]
summary: a surprise visit at night leaves you and kaeya scrambling to act. word count: 2.4k warnings: gn!reader; description of injuries, blood, & needles; implied violence; established relationship; reader has an electro vision; minor hurt/comfort; somewhat ragbros-centric. a/n: i started this in *checks notes* august of 2022, damn!! this isn't very romance-heavy because i just wanted to see more fics about kaeya and his partner coddling diluc like their shared cat :)
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It’s not often that you receive visitors at your shared home with Kaeya. It’s even less often that said visitors would arrive in the dead of night covered in blood. Even so, you happened to wake up tonight at an ungodly hour to the sound of a fist pounding at the door. 
You jolt upright instantly, years of training as a knight catching up to you all at once. The sheets are tossed aside as you stumble out of bed, disturbing Kaeya as you do so. He lifts his head from the silk pillow, his eyes blinking tiredly. “What are you—?” he begins, though he is cut off by another round of furious knocking.
You roll your shoulders back and answer, “That.” Kaeya quickly follows after you, snatching his eyepatch from the bedside dresser as you both scamper to the front door. You find your sword — a precaution in case there’s danger — and meet your boyfriend at the door. He holds the knob in hand, looking back at you to silently ask if you’re ready. You nod with your sword raised, to which he slowly twists the knob, turning it until it is unlatched. He waits just a moment before suddenly throwing it open to reveal the mystery visitor:
“Diluc?” you gasp, instantly putting your sword down. Before either of you can speak again, the redhead stumbles into the house, nearly falling over as his brother catches him. 
“Are you bleeding?” Kaeya asks, concern evident in his tone. Diluc only grunts in response, mumbling something too quiet for you to hear. From the looks of his unusual outfit, you can safely assume he got into some trouble during his Darknight Hero business.
You shake off your surprise to shut the door and lock it behind you, placing your sword somewhere safe. Rushing to Diluc’s side, you aid your boyfriend in lifting his brother back to his feet. 
“Let’s get him to the couch,” you advise. “We need to see what’s wrong with him.”
Kaeya agrees, huffing as you both drag Diluc further inside your home. The older brother is taking clearly labored breaths as he struggles to find his footing, but the cavalry captain hisses at him: “Deep breaths, Luc.”
Though trembling, Diluc seems to struggle a bit less, but he cries out in pain when he’s lowered to the couch. “Careful,” the redhead grunts. You do your best to settle him at least somewhat comfortably before rushing to find a first aid kit. Meanwhile, Kaeya looks over his brother, who appears to be covered in blood; the younger one can’t be sure whether it’s all his or not. “Where are you hurt?” he asks, turning on a nearby lamp and inspecting his brother. 
Diluc shakily reaches down to push his overcoat aside and strip back his undershirt. Kaeya’s stomach drops when he sees the blood leaking from the wound on his brother’s side; while it doesn’t look large in diameter, the amount of bleeding means it was a deep cut. Instantly, Kaeya is applying pressure with his hands. “Who did this to you?” he asks in a voice shaking with anger. 
The older brother doesn’t get a chance to respond. You rush into the room with the first aid kit in hand, sitting next to Kaeya. “What is it?”
Kaeya rattles off his assessment: “Deep cut. We can’t stitch it right away, there could be internal bleeding. He needs a healer for that.” With a desperate look, your boyfriend pleads: “Can you help him?”
It would be an understatement to say that your healing was abysmal. You’re nothing like Barbara, a natural-born healer with powers unlike any other. You can’t heal like Jean either, the way she could so effortlessly aid her knights in battle. Hell, even Bennett could heal better than you, and his luck was practically nonexistent. 
But even so, the circumstances are dire, and you’re not about to let your friend bleed to death on your couch. “I can do it,” you say with faux confidence — it’s meant to reassure your lover, but in an odd way, you find yourself surprised by your own tone. You place your hands over Diluc’s wound, watching the blood ooze out. “This might hurt a bit at first, okay? Just hold on.”
Diluc nods, looking paler than ever, while Kaeya places a tender hand to the small of your back. You take a deep breath, conjuring up the power of Electro as it tingles up your arms, past your elbows, and to the tips of your fingers. You push this power out of you, visualizing the wound healing under your touch.
As electricity begins to spark from your hands, it reaches the open cut and travels throughout Diluc’s body. He flinches, tensing from the discomfort. The sparks steadily become more intense, buzzing under your palms. The redhead bites his fist, breathing raggedly as the pain overwhelms him. Next to you, Kaeya watches his brother writhe in pain. “You’ll be okay, I promise,” he reassures, looking back to you afterwards. “Are you alright?” 
Sweat drips from your forehead as you strain to control your powers. “Y-Yes, I can feel it working,” you grunt, muscles aching. You fight past the urge to give up, determined to pour all of your energy into healing Diluc. Your hands tremble from the force of it, electricity crackling more sporadically as your friend heals. 
“The bleeding has slowed down, you’re almost there!” Kaeya praises, rubbing your back. You would be elated if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re suddenly feeling more and more tired. The sparks from your hands flicker on and off like a faulty lightbulb, unable to create a consistent stream of energy. 
“I can’t…” You trail off, feeling faint. 
Kaeya holds you up, his brows furrowed. He looks between you and Diluc, unsure of what to do. If he tries to convince you to keep healing his brother, it could kill you if you drain too much energy; but if you stopped now, the wound would remain open, leaving his brother vulnerable. In a moment of haste, Kaeya took your hands in his and pulled them away. “You’ve done more than enough,” he whispers, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. You lean against the couch, your head pounding with a headache as Kaeya collects the first aid kit. 
“Just let me be,” Diluc mumbles as his younger brother searches through the kit. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
Kaeya scoffs, offended by the notion. “No, you need our help. That’s what you’ll get,” he says, preparing to stitch Diluc’s wound back together. Your healing has luckily stopped most of the bleeding and the wound is not as deep as before, but it will take some serious work to fix it. Kaeya holds a needle in one hand and uses the other to pinch the skin together; he pierces the skin and pulls the needle through, listening as his brother hisses from the sting. Kaeya can do nothing but ignore it even as low utterances become loud yelps of pain.
Just as Kaeya is finishing, Diluc mumbles something unintelligible before passing out. The younger brother jumps up once the last stitch is done, trying to shake his brother awake. “Diluc? Diluc, stay with me—!”
Your partner stops when he feels a tug on his shirt. He looks down to see your clearly exhausted form. “Let him rest. He’ll be fine as long as Barbara sees him in the morning.” Kaeya looks hesitant to let his brother rest, but you only shake your head and sigh. “He lost a lot of blood. He needs to rest. I can try to heal him more if you—”
“No, don’t,” Kaeya interrupts. “He… He can make it. You sealed it up well enough.” 
The man sinks to the floor next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. His brother’s blood stains his fingers, and he knows it will be weeks before the dried red flecks disappear from under his nails. Your hand slips into Kaeya’s, pulling his attention back to you so you can say, “We’re okay.”
You fall asleep shortly after, consciousness fading as the ghost of a kiss graces your jaw. 
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Light floods the room, stirring you from a heavy slumber. You try to collect yourself as you enter the waking world, still exhausted from… something. When you turn to look for your partner, you find that the bed is empty; disappointment blossoms in your chest. A question occurs to you: when exactly did you go to the bedroom? Your memory begins to catch up, recalling the night before. Diluc arrived at your door severely injured, you attempted to heal him, and then you were unconscious. 
Before you get a chance to ponder how you made it to bed, Kaeya opens the bedroom door. His eye meets yours, relief washing over him. “Good, you’re awake. I’ve never seen you sleep in this long before. Then again, you put in quite the work last night.” Your lover is holding a glass of water and a bowl of fruit, which he hands to you. Your stomach growls and you pop a grape into your mouth as Kaeya asks you, “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, but nothing I can’t handle,” you say. “How did I get over here? And is Diluc okay?”
Kaeya sits on the edge of the bed next to you. “I carried you in last night. I figured you wouldn’t want to wake up on the floor. Diluc is better, though. I had Barbara visit first thing in the morning, and she healed him right up. The blood loss did a number on him, though — he’s still asleep on the couch. Oh, and I cleaned you both up. Didn’t want to get blood all over our nice sheets, right?”
You laugh, huffing out a light breath of air. “Of course not. So what did you say to Barb when she asked what happened?” 
“Late night boar attack,” Kaeya snorts. 
Your eyes roll. His brother is absolutely going to hate him for that. You take a sip of water before asking, “Mind if I check on him?”
Kaeya nods, supporting you as you step out of bed despite your complaints that you can walk perfectly fine on your own. When you arrive at the couch, you smile at the sight of your friend dozing away. A blanket has been tossed over him and a pillow situated under his head; he curls in on himself, as peaceful as ever. 
“Damn, he’s out cold. I’ve never seen him look so calm,” you whisper in awe. 
“Neither have I,” Kaeya agrees. “But we really ought to wake him.”
You frown, furrowing your brows at your partner. “What? Why would we do that?”
“He’s slept long enough. And it would be funny,” Kaeya shrugs. 
You sigh and bump your shoulder against his. “Don’t be rude. He’s obviously tired, we should leave him alone.”
Kaeya puts on a look of faux concern. “So you don’t think he should wake up and eat? I’d say you’re the rude one now.” 
After another minute of back and forth, you finally give up. “Fine, wake him! Whatever! I don’t care anymore!”
Your partner laughs, kissing your cheek. “Perfect. Okay, so first you’re going to jump on him—”
“I’m going to do what? Kaeya—!”
“Barbara said he won’t be in any pain so you don’t even have to worry about that!”
“I’m more concerned that he’ll try to kill us after.”
“He would never do such a thing,” Kaeya says confidently. 
You give him an unimpressed look and tap his eyepatch. “Right. Never.”
He pouts and crosses his arms defensively. “Hey. Not funny. That was different.” 
“Uh-huh. Well, I really don’t want to bother your— Hey!” you screech as you’re suddenly picked up and tossed at the couch like a rag doll. You fall on top of Diluc with a graceless augh! while you scramble to get off of him. 
Diluc wakes up instantly, of course, his brows furrowed and a deep set frown etched into his face. He already looks about ready to murder you. “What the hell are you—?”
Kaeya is next to throw himself onto the couch, cannon-balling on top of you and Diluc while you both yell obscenities. Your lover has the nerve to giggle, his arms spread over the both of you to cover more surface area. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, pretty boy,” you grumble. “Let’s see how you’re laughing when I get you for this.” 
Diluc glares where his brother’s head rests over your chest. “You must be a child to still pull the same pranks from years ago.”
“It’s called having fun, not that you would know what that is,” Kaeya snipes. “In fact, I recall a time where you would have found this amusing.” 
“I have a hard time believing that,” you mumble.
Kaeya looks betrayed, frowning like a wounded puppy. “Really? No support from the love of my life? How could you be so cold?”
“Alright, that’s enough talking,” Diluc groans. “I’m too tired for this. Get off and leave me alone. I’ll be on my way soon after.”
Now is your turn to frown. “Seriously? You bled all over the place last night and had us scared half to death and you just plan to walk out like nothing happened?”
The red-haired man sighs, his eyes softening a bit. “That’s not what I—”
“What an awfully rude thing to say,” Kaeya scoffs. “Even after all my little snowflake went through trying to heal you, you can’t even utter a single word of thanks?”
Diluc’s face goes hot with shame. “Of course I’m thankful—!”
You cut in, wearing your own look of disapproval. “I thought friends were supposed to be more supportive of each other than this. I nearly went blue in the face to keep you alive, and this is how you treat me? Maybe we aren’t as close as I thought…”
The man becomes increasingly exasperated, finally begging for the guilt trip to stop. “Fine, I’m sorry! I appreciate everything you two did for me. I know I worried you both and it’s unfair of me to take your kindness for granted. I am forever in your debt and I will spend the rest of my days seeking forgiveness. Happy?”
“Hm… Not quite,” Kaeya says.
You nod dutifully. “Agreed. I say you should start repaying us by staying right here.”
“I second that notion,” your lover confirms. 
Diluc pauses for a moment before releasing a long, exhausted sigh. “Whatever makes you happy. Just let me sleep in peace this time.”
Giddily, you and Kaeya settle in more comfortably, cuddling on the couch and soaking in Diluc’s warmth like a cat in the sun. Soon enough, the redhead is asleep again, snoring with two knights to keep him safe. 
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bnuuybee-writes · 8 months
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°Simp List°
Disclaimer: this is my simp list, idc if you agree or disagree with it, these are the men that run about in my brain hole and bring be serotonin, okay? Okay.
Genshin
-Diluc Ragnvindr
-Wriothesley
-Al-Haitham
-Kaeya Alberich
-Lyney
-Arataki Itto
Honkai: Star Rail
-Blade
-Imbibitor Lunae
Demon Slayer
-Tengen Uzui
-Sanemi Shinazugawa
-Muzan Kibutsuji
-Kokushibo (Upper Moon 1)
Sansverse (Cringe as we knew it is dead the only things considered cringe now is bigoted and predatory behavior)
-MafiaFell!Sans
-Boysen (cred - @.mothiepixie)
-Gaster!Sans
-Echotale Sans
Misc. Media
-Chuuya Nakahara (Bungou Stray Dogs)
-C!Technoblade (Dream SMP)
-Lifeweaver/Niran Pruksamanee (Overwatch 2)
-Simon "Ghost" Riley (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2)
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pizzapasta23045 · 1 year
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I saw this Kae*uc person on TT say that Italian corrected the "mistranslation" that they are brothers and I'm posting this here because it's... Not true as far as I can see...
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In the part where the "sworn brother thing" they simply use the term "brothers" in quotations, and it says that Kaeya was "welcomed" as opposed to took into the household, which could be seen as a confirmation that they're not really brothers.
Also
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In here it calls them friends. But literally three lines down they're compared to siblings so this probably just because the word "friendly" in Italian can feel like something you say to a person of you're not, actually, friends with them. (Or at least that's how I've heard it used)
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They use just the word brothers when it come to this part. So the quotations in one of the prior images probably meant to explain the fictions nature of their relationship due to Kaeya's alligiances.
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Here they straight up call him his adopted brother.
So yeah...
It's not true, as far as I can tell. Not sure about other languages (they were saying that the translation was "corrected" in verious languages, including Italian), can't check cause I can't speak them but whatever.
Oh and also.
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"Fratello adottivo", the term used for Kaeya, is kind of both foster and adoptive brother in italian, but mostly adopted. If it was foster, you'd be more correct in saying "fratello in affido" but it's a mouthful and feels a little bit in-affectionate (as it's basically leant/left/entrusted brother) so we use them synonymously. Literally translating it's adoptive thought, obviously.
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spacecat12 · 1 year
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My f/os get along I promise
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Bonus the little friend group I made
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ccaptain · 2 years
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  overall, kaeya thinks that he actually needed a breather. a breather with ginger hair and a smile that could rival the sunlight, pulling him by the hand while giggling like a child about it.
  they abandon mondstadt in an hurry, like they're fugitives: past a certaint point, their relaxed stroll breaks into a run as if pursued just for the thrill of it, the freedom tasting sweet on their tongues. they stop around halfway towards liyue, where childe shields him from the looming sight of dawn's winery with an arm around his waist, guiding him into a region he knows a bit better than kaeya.
  it seems like ajax is whisking him away, perhaps to outsiders, but he wants him to do just that.
  it's the most relaxing vacation that kaeya remembers spending: for three weeks he breathes, watches and lives with childe, watching him closely while they travel. he doesn't remember their hands leaving eachother for more than ten minutes at worst, fingers entertwined as one of them trails at the other's side. teyvat is beautiful, and while the foolish notion of traveling all of it is tempting, they simply don't have enough time to do that.
  so they move between liyue and the vast territory parting it from the city of freedom, daring to edge at the chasm and sitting in a comfortable, empty tree trunk that borders in sumeru to rest a while and watch the gynormous sumpter beasts do the same in a large field. kaeya rests his back against the musk and, for once, doesn't find himself disgusted by it.
  sometimes in inns, in and out quick, sometimes in caves, they find peace with eachother. for once there are no fatui, no knights, no political discussions. for once, they're just kaeya and ajax.
  in front of a sunset, after bickering about entrails and fishy kisses, kaeya expresses a quiet wish that this inner peace he feels could last forever. childe softly comments that he likes to share a life with him, both good and bad sides, and kaeya closes his eyes, pacified and bathing himself in the coziness of a camp, with a familiar body warmth to lean into. even the damned, slimy food doesn't taste so bad.
  when they come back to civilization, the city of freedom seems a mountain of unnatural houses, of strangers happily greeting him. the faces all blend together in a blur of days spent chasing cats and scolding drunken citizens from doing irresponsible things.
  the sun shines down over the city, warm and pleasant, but kaeya has grown colder and jaded towards the place who was never this home, if it was further possible.
  if his friends notice, nobody mentions it.
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athela-3 · 2 years
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Sometimes, all you need is for someone else's skill to explode at the right time.
[Ayato: @yukihime03]
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bitbrumal · 1 year
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                                                                   QUESTION               @galactia​​​    ↤    accepting    ::    ¥ RATINGS    ↩ ¥ - Zhongli would like to be rated by Kaeya
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Put ¥ in my ask and my muse will rate your muse on:
Looks: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Personality: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Attraction: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 Would they date them: YES LMFAO WTF | No. How dare. Definitely not. Who are you & why have you broken into his house-
Favorite thing about them:  Buried in his forearms, Kaeya frees one to gesture faintly ... at all of Zhongli. Least favorite thing about them:  Frustration in this littlest of growls / forehead ground into forearms---this next gesture is sharper. “Shut up.”
My Boyfriend Is A God & I’m His Heathen - The Struggles Of A Medieval Millennial. Should I Be This Happy, IDK.
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nxiispire · 1 year
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Hello hello!
Could I request a sub!kaeya, sub!diluc, sub!venti, and a sub!xiao (separately pls) with a gentle dom! reader who degrades them will in the verge of their release please? Have a good morning/day/evening/night!<3
|・ω・`)ノ a/n : super sorry for taking so long to do this request! also i’m vry excited someone asked for venti cause i haven’t written for him even though he is a fave of mine
✰ Don’t be mean .. !
[ Featuring ] -> Kaeya, Diluc, Venti and Xiao x Reader
cw : f1ngering, degradation, use of slut and wh0re, h*ndjobs, thigh job, after care, a tiny bit of fluff
Kaeya Alberich
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He whines
Pouts afterwards but both of you know that your degrading words only go straight to his c*ck
He’s a bit surprised to here such words come from you, a normally very gentle lover.
But he’s even more surprised at how much he enjoyed being called such dirty names.
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Kaeya doesn’t exactly know how he got here, bent over his office desk, drool staining unimportant documents, and your fingers inside him. But he couldn’t care less about what caused this turn of events, his only focus being the heat rising in his lower half.
Feeling him squeeze around your fingers, a sign that he was close, you lean down to press your chest flush against his back, your hot breath tickling his ear as you whispered.
“Squeezing me so tight yeah? such a slut, how’d you think master jean would feel if she knew her captain was such a whore?”
Letting out a high pitched whine while mumbling something about being your slut, he came all over the hard wood desk.
Let’s just say having to explain the missing documents was not apart of your regular after care routine.
Diluc Ragnvindr
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This man will straight up defend himself 😭😭
He would be like “i’ve been a good boy!” or “m’not a slut” while letting out the sluttiest moans
But despite the protest he quite enjoys the change in language
The poor man just needs some self preservation
“ n-no! v’been good, need to ah- need to cum~”
He begged as you teased him while on the verge of release. You could hear the wet sounds coming from your stroking his cock with vigour.
“hmm I don’t know, do you really deserve to cum?” You further egged him on, no real intention to deny his orgasm.
“yes yesyesyes-YESS” he answered for you, finally cumming all over you hand.
Despite cumming without your explicit permission, you still treated Diluc with tender love and care as he bathed in the aftmath of his orgasm.
“You were so good for me” you assured him he did in fact deserve every bit of your affection.
Venti
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For someone meant to be worshipped, he sure loves being talked down to
Though he loves your praise, it’s nothing he hasn’t heard already
So hearing you call him nasty names is  exciting, he wants nothing more than to be beneath you
Also there’s no way such a mischievous man doesn’t have a thing for degradation, he’s practically asking for it
He’s grabbing on to your hips insanely tight as he frantically thrust himself between your soft thighs. As he presses his face into your back you can feel the vibrations of all the moans he’s letting out.
His cock slides effortlessly between your thighs aided by a mixture of your spit, and a abnormal amount of pre-cum.
“ahh mhh yess i’m close~” you hear his muffled whines from behind you.
“your such dirty boy aren’t you? it’s almost pathetic, humping my thighs like this?”.
Though your words harsh, your tone remained soft and caring, which almost made it more patronising.
 Fueled on by your words he finally came, his cum mixing into the wet pool between your legs as he continues to thrust himself through his orgasm. <3
Xiao
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Unlike Diluc he accept anything you say
You called him a bad boy? he will make it up to you and beg for your forgiveness, You called him a slut? then he’s your whore
Why would he care about self preservation when you’re the only one he wants to please
It’s something about the control you assert when you degrade him that gets him going
The way he’s fucking up into your hand is mesmerising, his abs flexing as he desperately chases after his high
“Look how desperate you are, who knew that this mighty adepti was such a slut~”
“Aah yes, mm your slut~ shit- just f’you!” He babbled, getting closer and closer to his orgasm. You weren’t even moving your hand at this point, you simply kept it still as he bucked up into it, producing a lewd squelching noise.
He let out one last loud moan as he came, his cum landing on his chest and dribbling down your hand.
After riding his high the adeptus did something he hadn’t done in a very long time, falling straight to sleep.
Once you finished admiring his adorable fucked out form, you make sure to grab a warm towel to clean up, loving being able to take care of him without any of his protests.
the end _(:3 」∠)_
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frostwindwaltz · 1 year
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the frostwind swordsman ❄️⚔️
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doveypink · 2 years
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here with me [kaeya alberich]
summary: you wake to a beautiful sight and decide to savor it. word count: 1.5k warnings: not sfw (minors dni); gn!reader (no pronouns specified), kaeya is trans (afab) & specific anatomy is described, body worship, oral (m receiving), soft sex, fingering, squirting, established relationship. a/n: i’ve been trying to write this for ages because i rarely find trans kaeya fics :( i hope this is enough to satisfy fellow enjoyers of this niche!! also some inspo came from the song here with me by d4vd <3
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You aren’t quite sure how long you’ve been awake. All you remember is waking up as the first glimpse of dawn shined in through the window; when your bleary eyes finally adjusted, they fell on Kaeya, looking absolutely serene as he slept. Rivers of hair splayed against the pillow just right, and his lips looked soft and plump from sleep. The light shimmered against his exposed chest, making brown skin look like honey. Nothing else mattered after witnessing such a sight.
Kaeya shuffles slightly, easing into the waking world. With an affectionate smile, you prop yourself up and lean forward to press feather-light kisses against your lover’s collarbone. Slowly, you rouse him awake, tracing lazy circles against his stomach. The man finally yawns, raising his arms over his head to stretch. You glance up to watch his muscles contract, laughing a little at the loud pop of his joints. “Morning, Captain,” you greet.
Kaeya blinks his eyes open; he rubs the scar on his right eye before the corners of his lips curve upwards. “Morning,” he rasps. “Awake already?”
“Mhm,” you hum. “Didn’t want to miss this view.” You punctuate your answer with a peck on his jawline.
The captain catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tugging you towards him for a proper kiss. Before you let your lips meet his, you pause with a teasing smirk. “Not afraid of morning breath, huh?”
“Can’t say it’s my biggest concern at the moment …,” Kaeya mumbles, eyeing your mouth. “Come on, don’t deprive me.”
“Anything for you,” you say, letting your lips interlock. It’s slow and tender and just the right amount of messy; when Kaeya makes a low, satisfied groan against your lips, you make the executive decision to move things forward. You press kisses to the corner of his mouth, the edge of his jaw, the valley of his neck; Kaeya holds you against him all the while, his chest rising and falling as his heart rate picks up. You hold your hand against his sternum while you slyly plan where to leave marks — shall you be kind today? Or would you like Jean to send him home early?
Kaeya, seemingly reading your mind, puts his hand on your waist and squeezes. “Don’t get me in trouble this time, you deviant.”
You frown, but move elsewhere. Pity, but you won’t be deterred. Your mouth finds his nipple and he sucks in a sharp breath of surprise. He sighs and moans when your tongue runs over the pebble of flesh while one of your hands wanders around, groping eagerly at anything it finds. You suck and bite one of his pecs, leaving a misshapen heart; not your best work, but it’ll do.
Kaeya is quiet when you start trailing open mouthed kisses down his chest and abdomen, hot air suddenly hitting his boxers. He shudders, gripping the sheets out of instinct. You look absolutely wild, huddled over him with the sheets messily framing you. His eyes meet yours and that hidden shyness emerges, causing him to suddenly break your gaze and gulp.
You’re making an effort not to be too cruel, so you refrain from teasing Kaeya. Instead, you kiss his stomach and tug at his waistband. “Is this okay?” You ask gently, trying to tempt him back into your favor. His muscles loosen and he softens his gaze. “Perfectly fine,” he answers.
You smile and he raises himself off the bed enough for you to pull his boxers completely off. You toss them aside and nudge Kaeya’s knees apart, spreading his legs open. They fall apart and you place tender kisses along his inner thighs. Impulsively, you bite the soft flesh, a fresh mark of your love now appearing on otherwise clear skin. Kaeya feigns annoyance, muttering for you to stop being so rude, but his cheeks are hot to the touch.
You move on, deaf to his complaints, and finally settle between his thighs. His cunt glistens, already dampened from your actions. You kiss the flesh before running an experimental lick along the folds. Kaeya shudders, a sigh escaping him. You try again, letting your tongue sink between the slivers of skin; he jolts, his thighs trying to squeeze together. You hold him down, squishing the soft flesh of his thighs. Your mouth envelopes him, sucking softly at his clit. He grips the sheets beneath him, breathy whines filling the air.
You rub circles into Kaeya’s thighs with your thumb as your mouth stimulates him, the sweet and salty taste of his cunt on your tongue. His skin feels warm, warmer than usual — you would make a joke about the irony of that if you weren’t buried between his legs right now. Kaeya’s hips grind against your face, bumping your nose against his clit. He whimpers, begging for more friction. You slide a finger inside him, smiling when his cunt immediately clenches around it. Your tongue abuses his clit, sucking sloppily and burying another finger inside him when a thick stream of cum dribbles out of his hole.
Kaeya whines loudly when your fingers curl upwards, reaching a spot that makes him see stars. “There,” he moans, “Right there—!”
Another wave of cum slides out of his folds, slathering your fingers and chin in creamy white. You remove your mouth to watch it pour out of him, pushing more of his juices out with the rhythm of your fingers. Kaeya rocks his hips forward, the sound of his breathy moans making your heart swell with pride. “Beautiful,” you say dreamily, kissing his stomach and thighs. “You’re so, so beautiful.”
Your lips latch onto his cunt again and he practically sings; he squirts almost instantly, liquid pooling between his legs and spraying your already-wet chin. You groan against his folds, lapping up the juices that spill out of him. Kaeya trembles, his cum-soaked folds filling again when a third finger enters him. With faster movements, you suck and swirl your tongue along his clit, feeling him pulse around your fingers.
“I-I can’t, I’m—I have to—” Kaeya whimpers, practically incoherent. His fingers have paled from clenching the sheets so tightly, and he’s trying desperately to hold still while you take care of him.
Your mouth detaches long enough to say, “Go ahead, baby.” With a high pitched whine, Kaeya clenches hard around your fingers before releasing wave after wave of creamy cum. You abuse his clit as it pours out of him so intensely that his whole body shakes beneath you. You don’t stop your movements until every last bit of his juices have spilled out, and even then you wait until his breathing has steadied before you slide your fingers out.
The sheets are a complete mess; they’ve never been this soaked. Kaeya’s legs, still spread, are plastered with cum all across his thighs and (somehow) his stomach. Below him, a large pool of creamy liquid has gathered, further coating the curve of his ass. The prettiest sight is, of course, the mess of his cunt; spit and sweat and sticky white cum are splattered against his folds, practically sparkling when the light hits it. You relish the view, kissing his knee. “This is a good look for you.”
Breathlessly, Kaeya huffs, “You flatter me,” but he can’t hide his flustered smile.
You crawl up, entangling your legs with his when you lay on his chest. His hand finds yours right above his heart. “I mean it, you know. When I say you’re beautiful,” you begin. You look up to meet his eyes. “I’m in love with you. I love you.”
Kaeya stares for a long moment; it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking until tears well up in his eyes. “You’re not just saying that because I sleep with you, right? It’s cruel to wound someone’s heart.”
You squeeze his hand, a serious look on your face. “I loved you long before we ever shared a bed. I would love you even if we hadn’t. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy. I don’t care about anything else.” You remove your hand to brush a tear from his cheek. “Save your tears. We’re okay. Just stay with me.”
Kaeya kisses the palm of your hand, allowing himself to savor your touch. “Thank you,” he whispers, throat clogged with choked back tears.
After a short break in each other’s arms, you speak up. “We should probably shower… And wash the sheets…”
Kaeya groans, holding you tight. “Or we could stay like this…”
“You like being gross and sticky?”
“No, I just don’t think I’ll be able to move for at least three days.”
You laugh, peeling yourself off of Kaeya. “Okay then, towels it is.”
You slip out of the sheets, halting when your lover grasps your wrist. He stares at you, deliberating his words, before finally speaking: “I love you, too.”
A grin falls upon you, prompting you to kiss him in return. “I’ll be right back and then I’m going to smother you with so many kisses.”
You leap towards the restroom, leaving Kaeya to his own thoughts. With you, he decides that loving isn’t so bad.
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satoruxx · 5 months
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NORTHERN LIGHTS.
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✧ PAIRING: kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 4.5k words
✧ SUMMARY: smut, p -> v, praise, fingering, lots of pining, angst, angsty bc it’s kaeya tbh lol, kaeya lore but it’s vague, also military themes bc sometimes we forget kaeya is a captain and i love the knights of favonius, he’s highkey got commitment issues but i think he’s valid, man is whipped tho, he's just an overthinker and traumatized, also can you tell i’m a med student?
✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: first i have to apologize bc this is SO late??? i got this request back for my 200 event, asking for kaeya with the song northern lights by kennie (which is such a good song). at first i was gonna make it a short little drabble, but the more i wrote, the more i wanted to make it a full fic, which is what ended up happening. kaeya's character has so much depth and i wanted to explore it hehe. northern lights is such a fitting song for him so i just had to go all in. but i'm so sorry that i got to your request so late, hopefully you still enjoy it lovely! (even tho it’s not the main focus in this fic, this is technically my first real smut fic so take it with a grain of salt; i don't think i write it that well LMAO)
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it was rare to truly know your own weaknesses, but kaeya knew his a little too well. behind his carefree, unbothered exterior he cared a little too much. he cares a little too much when klee tugs on his fur cape and whines about a scolding she’s gotten from jean, and he ends up indulging her with whatever she’d like. he cares a little too much when rosaria spills just a tad more than usual during her drunken ramblings. he cares a little too much when he sees the discomfort in the face of certain fiery bartender as they speak, and he consistently lies awake and remembers days when that discomfort between them didn’t exist.
it’s a curse, he thinks, because he always ends up feeling too attached to people he knows he shouldn’t be attached to.
even now, his weakness is acting up as he barks orders to his soldiers. they scramble around him as they enter the city, carrying their wounded brethren to safety up at the cathedral. kaeya knows he shouldn’t blame himself but as their captain he feels like he should’ve seen this coming. new recruits wouldn’t be able to handle the hordes of monsters at daduapa gorge—he miscalculated.
“take them to the sisters at the cathedral. sister barbara and the others should be able to heal them,” kaeya commands, clasping one of the men’s shoulders and helping him up to the church. he’s ignoring the now dull throbbing in his side as blood stains his clothes—his soldiers were most important right now. like he said, he cared a little too much.
the nurses had set up a medical station at the cathedral, and in between all the commotion, kaeya’s finally able to hand over the groaning soldier to a nurse, who immediately gets to work.
he then takes a few steps back to assess the damage, grateful that all of his soldiers are getting the attention they needed. he’d hate himself if there were any losses today.
he doesn’t even realize that he’s now leaning against the wall, panting shallowly as blood continues to pour from his abdomen. oh well, he’d wait his turn—only after his soldiers were taken care of.
kaeya shuts his eyes, letting his body rest for a minute.
“you’re wounded.”
his eyes shoot open to see you standing in front of him. he assumes you’re not one of the nuns because your clothes are entirely different. you’re young, appearing to be around his age as you eye his torso critically.
“it appears so,” he answers.
“did someone take a look at you yet?”
“i’d prefer all my soldiers be taken care of first.”
your eyes flash with recognition. “so you’re captain kaeya?”
“indeed i am.” he lets his eyes roam over your concerned features.
you give him a small smile before continuing with a sigh. “i can safely tell you that all the wounded are being treated. i’m still an apprentice so i’m only here to deal with the non fatal injuries. like yours, captain.” you crouch down in front of him, fingers reaching towards his clothing with a silent question of permission. he lets his hand slacken as he gives you a nod and you attempt to peel back as many layers as you can to asses the damage before you’re motioning him towards a tent.
a few minutes later and kaeya is letting you strip his torso bare until you have a full view of his injury. your fingers brush over the wounded skin gently, and he wonders if you even touched him at all. “it’s long, but not too deep. a few stitches and you should be alright. if you’re okay with it, i’ll get started,” you tell him.
kaeya wants to tell you that he’s no stranger to the pain of injuries, but he finds something oddly refreshing about your comforting attitude, so he just says yes and lets you begin to work.
you thread through the skin with a delicate hand and despite the sting he honestly can’t even focus on it, choosing instead to analyze your features.
he realizes that you’re awfully pretty.
kaeya makes small talk with you as you work, partly to stay awake through the pain and mostly because he can’t stop his curiosity. he finds out your name, your hobbies, your goals. you may not have the most exciting life but kaeya thinks there’s something so alluring about you it makes him a little dizzy. he's not sure what it is, but he thinks about it the whole time you tend to his wound. realization hits when you finally finish, looking up at him with a smile, and kaeya realizes that your eyes hold the stars in them.
it’s hard to explain but when kaeya watches you work, nose scrunching in the dim lighting of the tent, he thinks you remind him of home.
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(kaeya has chased the stars for as long as he can remember. he remembers shouting with diluc in the grass behind the winery, the two of them reaching for celestia because the stars up there were so undeniably pretty.
"we're never gonna get them!" diluc would laugh, trying hard to balance kaeya on his little shoulders. "they're too far…"
and kaeya only grins down at him toothily, raising his fists to the sky. "no way! i'll catch them one day!"
and yet his whole childhood went by without being able to capture the stars. as he grew older he started to learn that it was impossible to steal what the sky so selfishly held on to.
but even as an adult, kaeya knows to appreciate the stars when he gets the privilege to see them in the sky.
especially after he finally seems to find them in the dim glow of a medical tent.)
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he hates to admit how often his eyes seek you out after that one encounter. sometimes he’ll see you at the cat's tail, giggling with your friends as you slam tcg cards down on the table triumphantly. other times he’ll catch a glimpse of you at good hunter, chewing on a quick meal as you browse through a book. almost every time he gets caught staring you only smile and offer him a little wave that sends his brain into a frenzy.
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(maybe in another life kaeya would allow himself the luxury. he’d let himself go through the motions for you. let himself stress every time you threw a glance his way. work up the courage to ask you out on saturday afternoon. finally get the chance to press his lips to yours. trace your skin with nimble fingers and have the privilege to call you his.
in another life maybe.
but for now he’ll just keep you his own little secret—a guilty pleasure he’ll indulge in because it’s hard to rid an addiction, especially if you don’t have the will to rid it in the first place.)
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kaeya’s messed up this summer. he knows it in his soul that he’s made the wrong decision as he watches you babble about something as you lean against his bare chest, still basking in your own afterglow.
he knows that he should have resisted the temptation. as soon as he and the troops got back and he saw you sitting in a secluded corner at angel’s share he knew that his feelings for you hadn’t dissolved.
they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and kaeya only now knows this to be true because just the sight of you sends his mind into a frenzy. you could probably feel his gaze on you because you look up from the book you’re reading and make straight eye contact with him. for a second, he wants to turn away but then you smile at kaeya like you’ve never once forgotten him, and he’s putty. before he knows it, he’s buying you a drink and walking over to your little corner to make himself comfortable.
it’s a slow descent for him because in his head he knows he shouldn’t get too attached. he’ll leave again soon with the troops, and who knows maybe he’ll leave them behind one day too. his future has always looked so clouded to him, and he knows you belong in the sun. he’d like to leave you there in the light—avoid dragging you into his darkness.
so he tries to keep it simple, occasionally meeting you for a drink or catching up around the city. but then you’re showing him your favorite place to study near starfell lake and he’s showing you his favorite stars while laying on his back on starsnatch cliff. and he knows he can’t avoid it.
soon enough he’s giving into everything he said he wouldn’t, finally finding out what you taste like. finally knowing how his name sounds when it falls from your lips.
it's more addicting than he could've predicted, the feeling of your breath against his skin as you pant out his name. kaeya can't even bring himself to pull away from you to stop and think for a second. if he did then maybe he could slap some sense into himself and draw some distance because archons above he was digging himself deeper into this hole. but he can't, not when you're gripping his shoulders as he presses you against the wall of his bedroom, whining into his lips for all that he can give you.
and kaeya is nothing if not generous.
so he indulges both you and himself—the perfect mix of selfless and selfish as he guides you to his bed, nimble fingers loosening the ties of your clothing until you're bare in front of him. he can see the bashfulness settling into your cheeks and he almost feels like goading for just a minute, but he decides he'll be nice.
you've always deserved a nice guy anyway.
he tries to push that thought away, instead distracting himself with the heat of your body, his fingers dancing along your skin eagerly. maybe, just this one night, he can let it be about you two. he can afford to forget about all the old promises he's made—all the responsibilities and duties he devoted himself to a lifetime ago.
kaeya ignores the flush of heat crawling up his neck as he hovers over you, caging your body underneath his as you squirm in anticipation. he understands—the tightness in his pants is enough for him to feel the same. but he's not worried about that, not when his fingers part your thighs eagerly, brushing over heated skin and finding slick wetness there as he dips into your cunt. he hears the sharp intake of breath, the quiet restrained moan, and he preens. kaeya revels in the sounds he pulls from your lips as his fingers curl against your slick heat, your head lolling back against his pillows.
there's a possessive streak of something that cuts through him then—something that tells him how he aches to be the only one who gets to hear those sounds.
it makes him slightly sick.
kaeya realizes then—he's been quite stupid when it comes to you. he's kept the maelstrom of feelings brewing in his soul trapped under all his bravado, arrogant and cowardly all at once. he needs to tell you, needs to be honest because this isn't something he can trick his way out of.
but all he wants to do is run. run so far away from you because he doesn't want you to to get caught up in his own ruin. you're far too good for him, too sweet and carefree to be tainted by his sin-laden hands. he needs to run.
but he does none of that, not when he's guiding his fingers to the apex of your thighs and exploring territory he knows he shouldn't claim. because then you look at him with an expression so blissful—so thankful, relieved that he's giving you a part of himself he never wanted to—and he can't even be angry about it.
kaeya presses his lips to the swell of your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart under your skin, and he shuts his eyes as he breathes out your name. you answer with a resounding mewl, catching his eyes even through the dark strands of his hair.
he then chooses to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt because archons do you look heavenly when your eyes roll back like that.
but it scares him, the way you leave him open and exposed and aching even when he doesn't want to be.
in his head you're perfect, all bright and glowing under him as you chant his name like he's some kind of savior. but kaeya isn't a savior—if anything he's destruction in human form, sent by the heavens to wreak havoc on those around him. he'd destroyed enough already—he doesn't think he can do it to you too.
but archons the way you're looking at him now, from under fluttering lashes and dewy eyes that shine even brighter when they're trained on him—begging, pleading, and oh so trusting of him and every thing he wants to give you. he can't even help himself.
"i know, sweet girl," he sighs, voice strained as you buck your hips just perfect—a temptress, sent to lead him to his doom. and yet he can't stop his fingers from pushing back your hair from your sweaty skin, knowing that he should be careful because he doesn't want to destroy something as fragile as this.
"kaeya please," your breath comes out in short desperate pants, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders haphazardly.
"i know," he repeats, reaching down to heft your thigh over his waist as he slots his hips against your own, biting back a groan at the sensitive brush against his cock—throbbing, aching, needy.
"ah fuck," he's almost shy at the way his voice shakes as he lines his cock up, the heat and slickness of your cunt a teasing caress against his sensitive head. he drops his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily even before he's inside you because something about this makes him so incredibly nervous. a single desperate whine and the soft squeeze of your fingers into his biceps and he's stilling—breath catching, heart pounding.
for a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself. he's not anything, no one.
and then he slides in and kaeya knows that there will never be anything better—another experience that would feel this right in his life.
he pulls out a little, gaze lingering at the sweat beading at your forehead, and something in his chest stutters. "okay?" he traces your face for any hint of hesitation—of the nervousness that he feels in his gut, but all he finds is a stormy mix of desire and devotion.
"uh huh," reassurance, stability—everything he isn't. his brows pinch, eyes shutting because he doesn't want you to know.
he's pulled out of the whirlwind that is his thoughts when he feels your fingers on his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. his eyes snap open, and even through the haze he can feel himself relaxing under your touch, because the way you're looking at him is so undeniably loving and it makes his stomach flip.
"you okay?" you whisper, looking up at him carefully, and kaeya feels as though you've put him between the halves of a microscope slide to analyze him.
"i'm fine," he breathes out, not a lie but not the whole truth either. "don't worry."
his words do little to quell you, but one roll of his hips has your eyes fluttering, a choked moan escaping your throat, and the sound makes his pride sing.
there's an image then—hazy and yet so obvious as his brain registers it. the implications behind it makes his stomach churn.
quiet smiles, hazy kisses, soft goodbyes—and then the inevitable distance as he crosses over the border separating your world from his. a lone figure standing in the streets of mondstadt, always waiting for him to come back. always disappointed.
you buck your hips upward, blissfully unaware of the torrent of conflicting emotions in his head. kaeya's brain short-circuits, and then he's pushing back, a steady rhythm against your gummy walls that takes the breath out of your lungs. you savor every thrust, punctuated by the sharp grunts he lets out against your throat.
your fingers rake over his back, desperate and needy and focused on one thing only—kaeya, kaeya, kaeya.
"that's it sweetheart," he doesn't have any more control—not on his mind, his body, his mouth. they've all escaped his grasp, too spurred on by you and everything you're willing to offer him.
"'s okay…ah fuck…it's okay," kaeya groans into the column of your throat, not sure whether he's telling you or himself. the clench of your walls sends him spiraling, hips picking up the pace as he pistons his cock in and out—trying to find out just how far he can go.
then he hits one spot, and his vigilant gaze catches the way your jaw slackens, eyes glazing over even as they roll back and a shaky moan escapes your throat—surprised, unexpecting. his ego jumps.
an experimental roll of his hips against the same spot and you make a sound so unhinged that he finds himself already addicted to it. and to tease is in his nature.
"yeah? right there?" he drawls, masking his anxiousness with his bravado once again.
"right there," you whimper, nodding meekly as you grip his shoulders. he huffs out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your eyelids like he's trying to kiss away the tears that have gathered there. you preen under his ministrations—it feels a little too domestic.
he understands. it scares him, but he understands. he wonders what the point of worrying is—wonders why he's letting his paranoid brain taint this moment that he'd been waiting for. the only solution left is to ignore it. because you're here, writhing underneath him in the throes of pleasure, vulnerable and trusting and just for him. he should give you what you deserve after all.
so kaeya pushes every other thought out of his head, only focused on you and making you feel good because that's what someone like you deserves—everything you desire laid at your feet.
he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, paired with a languid roll of his hips as he quietly groans. "okay…." his voice comes out an octave lower, pushed down by the barely concealed need for you. "okay sweet girl. i've got you."
another searing kiss as he breathes through his nose, picking up the pace again as he slams his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. your moans get louder even as they remain muffled against his lips, and kaeya can't help but dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh, leaving behind finger shaped dents in the plushy skin.
a claim—possessive, desperate, selfish.
your kisses become sloppier as kaeya leads you closer to the edge, walls clenching around the length of him, tighter with every thrust he delivers. the chants of his name have become almost reverent, and kaeya thinks his name couldn't possibly sound more beautiful than in that moment. he wonders if he could be blessed to hear it for the remainder of his life, and the thought sends pure unadulterated need through him.
his hips stutter, red hot fire coursing through his chilled veins—building, climbing, overwhelming as every sense goes fuzzy with heat. his grunts become more irregular, in time with the reckless thrusts of his cock as your cunt tightens around him greedily.
his cock twitches as you suck him in eagerly, feeling every ridge and vein as he grunts and groans and tightens his hold on you—unyielding, unrelenting, selfish.
your eyes stay locked on his even as your orgasm rips through you, and kaeya sees celestia in them—brighter than ever before. your muscles spasm, clenching almost painfully as you tremble and writhe underneath him, and he follows you to the doorstep of nirvana with a throaty groan. his hips stutter, twitching and throbbing as he pants out a broken chorus of your name and every praise that doesn't do you justice.
then he drops his forehead against yours, watching your eyelids flutter—celestial stars dim. a soft brush of your lips against his.
your muscles go lax, every guard dropped just for him—trust he realizes, trust he doesn't deserve. he doesn't know how to tell you that.
because even after everything—when you're curled up against his chest, skin warm and dewy against his own, he does not think about how he adores the feeling of your hair brushing against his arm, nor does he focus on the soft tickle of your breathing washing over him. instead he thinks about how he's ruined it all, how he's dragged you into him, and how he needs to let you go before he destroys you completely.
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at the end of the summer, kaeya tells you he can’t.
“what are you talking about?” you ask him, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you barely focus on his words. your nose is buried in some medical text, and kaeya thinks that the universe is punishing him now by making him repeat himself.
“us. we shouldn’t have…” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “i mean, we should stop…seeing each other.”
he can practically feel the way his words pull your attention and when he looks up he sees the way your grip on the book has slackened. there’s panic settling in your eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion. a conflicted emotion runs across your face and kaeya’s fingers itch to touch you. “w-why?”
it’s a simple question and he should have no problem answering it, but he struggles to get the words out, his throat constricting uncomfortably. “it was fine in the summer, when i was back here with the troops. but now i’ll have to leave and-“
“so what?” you question, turning in your seat to face him completely. his eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he feels his heart squeezing.
“so-“ he gulps, head spinning as he tries to explain himself. he doesn’t even have a proper answer—he just knows that this is his only option. because there’s no way in hell he deserves this kind of comfort, this kind of happiness. “so i cant-“
“can’t what, kaeya?” you stress, voice going slightly higher and he only then sees the real fear in your expression.
he pauses, mulling over his words and the bitter taste they’re leaving in his mouth. he can feel the sting of your pleading stare, and he swallows hard. “can’t stay,” he finally answers, and he’s shocked at how miserable he sounds.
you look at him like he’s insane, and honestly he feels like he might be. you’re confused and rightfully so, because there are so many remnants of him left in your space, so clearly evident the impact he’s left on you.
“can’t or won’t?”
kaeya’s eyes snap up to yours, because the tremor in your voice sends a jolt of fear down to his stomach, churning and roiling until it makes him sick.
he regrets looking, because he can feel himself breaking then and there.
you’re looking at him with these shining eyes and he swears that he’s glimpses them again—the brightest stars he’s ever had the privilege of seeing. for a second he thinks the light of those stars might disappear because that’s what always happens. but they remain, glowing against the backdrop of your irises and he’s captivated all over again.
his plans to leave you in tears fly out the window then and there.
he’s reaching for your cheeks in less than a second, holding them delicately as he lets his thumbs brush over your teary lashes. there’s a reasonable bit of confusion in your face at his sudden change, but when he leans down to kiss you, you don’t protest, melting into him even though he’s so undeniably cold. kaeya doesn’t even realize he’s saying he loves you, choosing to murmur it against your lips because it’s not meant for anyone else to hear—just the two of you.
he remains there, in the quiet darkness of your room for the rest of the night, because he doesn’t want to leave your side even after he told himself he would.
and yes, he dreads tomorrow. he dreads tomorrow because he knows that he will have to choose between the comfortable home he’s found in you or the dark abyss that has swallowed his past.
he’s scared that the more he allows himself to fall into you, and the more he finds that your eyes are the ones that hold the stars of celestia, then the easier his choice will become.
he’s been chasing the stars for so long after all. now that he finally has them, why in teyvat would he let them go?
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pizzapasta23045 · 1 year
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Ahhh yes, the ragbros, PTSD (Diluc) and C-PTSD (Kaeya)
Very noice, love that about them.
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spacecat12 · 2 years
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I put all my favorite characters and my oc space (drawing not by me I found it on google) in the hunger games twice and it went just as well as you expect
quick tw! death and suicide not shown but wrote out 
these are just highlights not the whole game
here’s our teams (micah rosie and beidou aren't here because this was before I made them f/os)
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GAME ONE:
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our winner was phantom but uh....yeah
GAME TWO:
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our winner izuru!
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roseychains · 1 month
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!! Hi! I saw you writing for genshin and i really liked it, uh… i don’t know how to really request writing so if i should rude or pushy then please don’t mind it
Anyway- kaeya with a demisexual demiromantic girlfriend? It could be either smut or fluff, i don’t mind either, typically you don’t see stuff for Demi’s like myself anyway so anything works
^~^ thanks
Kaeya with demisexual gf ~
A/n: I’m not demisexual myself, so take my interpretation with a grain of salt. I tried my best so I hope you like it anon😖
C/w: mostly fluff, written by a minor!, smut at the end. Very soupy and soft
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Kaeya, being the smooth talker he was, was surprised when you didn’t immediately swoon over him like most people did. It made you all the more intriguing, you stuck out to him.
Your first interaction with the knight was, needlessly awkward. If anything, a little off putting in your opinion. On your way back to your home, he called out to you. “What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing out all by yourself?” You just kind of looked up at him, made a weird face and kept walking. Yikes.
The second time you saw him was better. In the potion store, you came in sick looking for something healing. However, to your dismay, they were out. Seeing you pout, he handed you one he had just picked off the shelf earlier. “Here you go. I can live without it, you look rea sad.” You gave a small crooked smile, taking the vial from him, “thank you, I appreciate it.” He smiled back, much more put together. “I see you around from time to time, can I get your name?” He inquired, “it’s y/n. And yours?”
“Kaeya, kaeya alberich, cavalry captain of the nights of favonius, a pleasure.” You nodded your head, pressing on with the small talk. One thing lead to another and you ended up sitting beside him at a nearby bench, completely forgotten on why you were here in the first place. He talked your ear off about x y and z, and eventually asked for a follow up hang out.
And that’s how your friendship began, and after a few years you and him and grown close, he finally made an attempt to ask you out. It felt like a reward almost, after waiting so long to grow your relationship he was finally able to pursue you as more than just a friend.
He didn’t initiate sex for the first time, instead he let you lead the way and make it clear when you were ready. So once you stated showing signs, he waited for a romantic night to carry you to the bed room and make love.
Your first time being sexual with him was very intimate, passionate and slow. He would praise you up and down, handle your body with upmost care and precision, gentle hands working carefully around your body.
After lots of foreplay, making sure that you were ready, he eventually penetrated you. He held your hands, and cooed soft reassuring words into your ear as he slowly worked his way inside you.
He slid a hand down to rub your clit, and he held back his orgasm until you were ready, and after you gave him permission to cum inside you, he released his seed inside you at the same time you came all over his cock.
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When You Want His Attention and Affection but He Tells You to Wait
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FEATURING : KAEYA ALBERICH + DILUC RAGNVINDR + ZHONG LI + XIAO + CHILDE
GENRE : FLUFF
C/W : GN!READER (no specific pronouns were used)
LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : a collab from the 'Fluffvember Calendar' by @maehemthemisfit click here to access the calendar! NOT PROOFREAD AND NOT EDITED
NOTES & REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^
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PROLOGUE
Things weren’t going your way lately, you wanted nothing more than the attention and affection of your beloved. Ah but alas, he told you to wait for he was busy, and this didn’t sit so well with you because you were in a pouty childish mood. So being in a petty mood, you wait for him, just that when he was done, you decided to feign busyness.
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☆ KAEYA ALBERICH ☆
Ah yes, the calvary captain—as chill as he looks, this captain right here can be quite busy as well
So when he was done with work and called for you but you told him that you were busy, he was a bit suspicious already, but he gave you the benefit of the doubt
Though after observing you for some time, he catches on quickly and immediately knows what’s up. He’s rather amused with your childish behavior and will definitely push your buttons
He definitely plays along your little game and ignores you back just to tease you some more
So now it's a game of waiting on who will crack first
I'm sorry Y/n but you crack first, although him cracking first is also a possible outcome but it just has a lower probability than the former
Though it doesn't take that much to win back his affection. Just some sweet words here and there along with some kisses and he is all yours
After all that, he'll make sure to talk to you and ask about the things that has happened lately
So when you mentioned that things weren't going your way lately, he offers that you two drink it away
He doesn't force you so if you don't want to just tell him and he'll understand
If you wanna be comforted in some other way, just tell him and he will try his best to do it for you
☆ DILUC RAGNVINDR ☆
Mhhhhh now for our batman Darknight hero, as someone who juggles a lot of things from being a winery owner to a vigilante. He is really bound to be busy
Though despite that fact, Diluc always makes sure to spare some time for you but due to his busy schedule, you two mostly spend time with each other during nighttime when he isn't busy fighting the abyss
Besides, I don't think Diluc is always away at night fighting crime, only when he has solid leads and etc.
Okay so, when you wanted his attention and affection, it just so happened that he had urgent letters that needed to be read and replied to by nighttime
Out of your childish behavior, you just decided to sleep the night away and feign busyness for the following days.
Unlike his stepbrother, I'm afraid he's quite clueless about these kinds of things
I headcanon that it takes him at least 3 to 5 days for him to get a wind of what you're doing, so whenever he tried to initiate something with you, it's always shut down because you're "busy".
The first day it happened to him, he looked like a rejected puppy but still, he tried his best not to be so bothered by it and was understanding about it
Though once this happens more than often, he starts to become more observant of you, and once he notices or realizes that you've been feigning busyness all this time, he'd be hurt and clueless
He will talk to you, face to face just you and him, he'll set a time and day but it's most likely to happen at night. Once you explain to him the situation, you'd feel so bad and embarrassed about it
I feel like Diluc would be a bit disappointed but nonetheless, he still loves you and he will make up for the time and affection lost, and that means lots of cuddles, sweet kisses, and some little gifts here and there. He will spoil you rotten!
☆ ZHONG LI  ☆
Now, unlike the first two, Zhong Li's quite different. I feel like the only way he tells you to wait is when he is held up about something other than anything related to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor
Since he is the least busy man here, it's quite impossible that he does tell you to wait 5 minutes unless he is busy reminiscing about the past or he's intrigued by some old artifact or antique
Though when he says to wait 5 minutes, it just takes 5 minutes for him to finish, he's a man who keeps his word.
In the case he does and for the plot's sake, let's say that for some random reason he did say it to you, the moment he finishes what he has to, he's gonna call you right, and then you go "hold on 5 minutes"
He will wait for you for 5 minutes and when he sees that you're still not done, he waits for another 5 minutes but as he observes you, he immediately realized that you were feigning busyness
Seeing that you were murmuring here and there while there was a frown plastered on your face
He's actually amused with it and he finds it cute, he finds your behavior cute, and he finds you cute. Now because of this, he gives you a hug from behind, catching you by surprise
"Don't start pouting now my love, I just had to finish something, I didn't take longer than 5 minutes right?" Is what he's gonna say followed by a kiss on the cheek
How could you stay mad at him when he's being like that?! skfszhdgfjksghdjkgfh, sighing you give up and give in to his hug
"So love, why don't you tell me what's wrong?" He'll ask while leading you to the bedroom or living room
Once you've finished telling him, he's gonna reflect on it like he'll stay silent for a minute or two then he's going to give you a lot of advice and of course the affection and attention you've been craving for
☆ XIAO ☆
Xiao doesn't go against his word that when you call out his name, he will immediately come to you
It's just that he didn't promise that he would actually stay and listen to all your every little whim whenever you'd call
So when you call out his name and he asks you what's wrong, "I want your atten-." yeah he cuts you off with "Later." and leaves leaving you in a very pouty mood
You moped around the whole time he was away and tried to keep yourself busy
Though it didn't really take Xiao that long to return so while you were moping around, he just teleports himself in front of you, catching you off guard
You scream out of shock and then stare at Xiao for a good minute, at this point, he is very confused already. You stare again for another minute before he asks "Why did you call for me again? I'm sorry for cutting you off."
You go "Hmf. Later." with a pout on your face before walking off elsewhere. Now Xiao was way beyond confused, listening to what you said, he replied "Okay, take your time."
I'm sorry but Xiao is also kind of clueless about these kinds of things, but after some time when he notices that you aren't doing anything that important, he'll bring it up and ask again
Once you poutingly explain everything to him, he goes shocked for about 5 to 10 seconds before sighing at your childish behavior
“I promised to come and always help you whenever you called out my name, not to attend to your childish whims."
You were stunned, you glared at him with a pout on your lips before sighing once again "Okaayy.... Point taken..." You said with a sad face
Don't worry too much, he isn't mad anymore, well he wasn't really mad in the first place but perhaps more on the uh annoyed and frustrated side because he couldn't understand you
Though of course, it all dissipated when you explained your side and realized it was just you being you so he does make it up to you later during nighttime by cuddling you
☆ CHILDE ☆
Ah yes, now the eleventh harbinger of the fatui, if he isn't busy doing what he loves a.k.a. fighting then he's probably stuck in paperwork—much to his dismay
So when he said that he was done and etc. and you told him to wait he was optimistic and waited
However, once he realizes that you were doing it on purpose, he was actually very amused like Kaeya
He found this attitude of yours to be very cute and endearing but then this also turned on the competetive side in him
"Alright Y/n, if you want to play, we'll play." He thought to himself, feeling confident that he would win this game
Now it was a waiting game of who could crack first, sad to say for him, he's the one who's most likely to crack first
The probability of who cracking first between the two of you is somehow even but I really think that Childe would crack first
Well that's actually depending on how much he worked on that day, if he had a meeting and lots of paperwork during that day, you bet that he would crack first
Though if his day was a normal mundane one, no thrill, no action, or anything of the like, then you can bet that you would crack first
In the case that he does crack first, he smothers you with so much attention and affection that if you still persist to play busy. This man will grab you like a sack of potatoes and bring you to his room for cuddles and kisses
However, in the case that you do crack first then you simply have to sweet talk your way and he will gladly give you the attention and affection that you seek for—just expect that he will tease you about cracking first like "Aww, I knew you couldn't last long without me!" While showering you with kisses
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