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saeyoungchoismaid · 2 years
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Oh hey lol I forgot to show y’all this. I made them when I was sick
Pairing: Kaeya x gn!reader
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
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quimichi · 2 months
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↳ ❝ [YOU ASK THEM IF YOU CAN SIT ON THEIR FACE] ¡! ❞ - MDNI
↳ Chat: Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3
characters: Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaeya, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette and Pantalone x F!Reader
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Thats it thats their entire friendship
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unknown-lifeform · 1 year
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Genshin Impact + Tumblr Text Posts (Part 1)
Currently spreading the meme making to more and more fandoms
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princealberich · 7 months
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Genshin Impact + Text Posts (25/?)
hi also i made a melusine picrew check it out maybe <3
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ralttsss · 9 months
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Woohoo this time its genshin impact
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skolirethm · 8 months
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genshin characters as tumblr text posts cause they're funny as fuck
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wri0thesley · 2 years
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guilty jacking off. they know they shouldn’t want you, but you’re just so easy to imagine when they’re feeling particularly lonely in their beds. if it’s just a little fantasising, what’s the harm - right?
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cw: guilty jacking off, not sfw, afab reader implied (no pronouns). mentions of power dynamics (kaeya, diluc, thoma). breeding mention (gorou). double dick zhongli, as it should be. 
ft (and thank you to the anons who sent their little requests in for who it should be about):  kaeya, gorou, ayato, thoma, diluc, zhongli, kazuha
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kaeya is certainly not used to feeling guilt about this. though he does harbour various guilts within himself, generally he considers flirting and sex a pleasant distraction - that is, until you walked into his life. lovely, sweet, and untouchable lest he wish to have any of his under-recruits in the knights of favonius think him a pervert taking advantage of his station, kaeya cannot help but watch you when he thinks you’re not looking. cannot help but correct your form when holding a sword, give a little more praise to you than most people hear from him. and it does not help that you look at him with that wide-eyed hero worship so many new knights do hold for their captains; that you smile and gasp and fervently thank him when he takes time for you. it’s hard not to let that hero worship go to his head - to imagine that you’re knelt before him, instead, treating his cock with that same desperate revenance all to hear a kind word from your superior. it’s hard not to think of your mouth stuffed full, the bulge in your throat, the feel of his hand about the back of your neck as he hungrily pumps into you and relished the feel of your pretty lips wrapped around him. and when he does have such thoughts, there is really no other option than to wrap his hand around his cock and fuck his fist to them. 
gorou spends a lot of time at sangonomiya shrine, searching out the divine priestess for battle meetings or new instructions or other such business, when her busy schedule does not allow her to come down to find him - and it’s this which has forced him to pay attention to the shy, gentle shrine maiden who has seemingly been assigned to look after him whilst he is there. oh, he’s incredibly guilty about it - not only a civilian, but a shrine maiden, who is supposed to be sweet and pure and who he knows could never truly reciprocate his advances-- but that doesn’t stop the fact that the merest spike of your scent on the air makes him want to whine and paw at the ground and hope that how hard he is isn’t visible. you’re so sweet to him. one of the first times he had come, you had offered him some sweet treat you’d baked, and gorou had fallen fast and hard - and that you’re always happy to see him, shy but polite, lovely and - to his dog brain - so obviously fertile it hurts him does not do a thing to assuage his guilt. and when you occupy his thoughts so completely it’s no surprise he spends his night, in tents, hoping nobody hears him . . . he imagines you on your hands and knees before him as he ruts into you and bites and scratches at your shoulders, as you beg him to fill you up with his seed. 
ayato is terribly glad his sister has made a friend. though she does her duties without complaint and the world at large seem to adore her, he knows her well enough to see her loneliness - and so, your sunshine-bright presence is welcome. he adores the way you bring her out of her shell so carefully, the smile on her face after she’s spent a few hours with you . . . so it’s an awful pity that he can’t look at you over dinner without imagining dismissing the servants and railing you over the fine polished table until you’re crying out his name with your fingers curled helplessly into his shoulders. you’re simply so . . . loyal. so adoring. you have big puppy dog eyes and an eager, friendly nature that makes ayato want to teach you absolute obedience and have you following every order that he gives you as if it’s a life or death situation. he wants you to breathlessly thrust your hips back into his as you pant out, in between his own smooth, measured ones, the question of if you’re doing a good job. he wants to hear you ask how you can fuck him better, how you can make him come harder . . . and it’s the thought of teaching you to be a perfect desperate-to-please doll for him that makes him groan into his fist as he ruts his hips into fine silken sheets. 
thoma understands nobility, after spending so long working for the kamisato clan. he understands arranged marriages and what matches are appropriate and which are not - and it’s this which makes him know that no matter how his eyes linger on you, you’re too far above his station for anything to ever come to fruition. when he is schmoozing in his capacity as housekeeper to esteemed guests of the yashiro commission, he does his best to not give you any special treatment - but it’s hard not to notice you treat him like more than simply the help. hard not for him to notice the pretty shape of your lips and the glint of your eyes, to laugh when he’s surprised as you whisper some joke in his ear. he thinks that it must simply be that you are a good, kind person . . . but for thoma, the thought of those lips and that laughter and that teasing smile are most likely to haunt him on nights when he is aware of how alone he is in his bed. it’s those nights he imagines how your teasing laughter would pitch and break whilst you straddled his lap, as he gently thrust his cock inside of you until you were boneless with pleasure with your arms about his neck. it is a good job that he is the one to do laundry so often, for nights after your visits mean his sheets need a thorough cleaning. 
diluc considers himself a good employer. he’s certain that the maids and the barstaff and the winery workers would consider him the same; he’s polite if a little distant, he pays them well, he doesn’t get over-familiar but he does make a habit of knowing a little about them . . . but you, one of the new bartenders in the angel’s share, are certainly making this difficult for him. he interviewed you himself, and perhaps (it is shameful to admit it) he may have hired you simply because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but you have certainly done your part to make sure that he doesn’t regret it. you’re a very fine worker - which makes it all the worse that every time he sees you, his thoughts are not of praising you for a perfectly mixed death after noon or asking how the sales of his non-alcoholic mixes are going, but instead taking you up to the room he keeps in the angel’s share for nights he stays in town and simply fucking you on the shabby little bed until you’re mindless and drooling and panting with pleasure. nights when he does need to stay in that room and you are the barstaff working are the worst - for, with you so close, how can he not indulge in a little fantasy as he wraps his fist about his shaft and imagines your sweet voice caressing the title of ‘master diluc’? 
zhongli has, for most of his existence, had his pick of lovers to take - but times have changed, and he is now an ordinary mortal, and more than that . . . he is employed, and it would be most unbecoming of him to sour his working relationship with the wangsheng funeral parlour by admitting to his desire for hu tao’s assistant. it is not merely that you talk her down from some of her wilder ideas, but that you are well-measured and intelligent and terribly polite to him, as well as very, very pleasant to look at. the sound of your voice shaping ‘mr zhongli’, the little bow of your head, the soft, shy smile you give him . . . ah, zhongli is not used to not being able to simply have what he wants. but work is sacrosanct. even an unwritten contract - one such as ‘interpersonal relationships at work are frowned upon’ - remains a contract, and so he has no choice but to spend his nights lazily stroking himself, imagining you in various states of undress, your wide-eyed surprise at undoing his trousers and finding two cocks of more-than-impressive size, the realisation in your eyes when you discovered the man who wishes you to service him is a former deity who he has heard you profess devotion and admiration for several times. he can only hope that one day, you will grow tired of hu tao, and that little unspoken contract can be broken so you are his for the taking.  
kazuha is too polite for his own good. it doesn’t matter that he knows you like him; it doesn’t matter if he can sense the imperceptible warming of air when you catch sight of him and smile, that he notices the way that you seek him out and almost hears your heart beat faster when he is in the vicinity. you’re lovely (whilst you’re worthy of poetry that waxes lyrical about your beauty, his poetry about you is surely not worthy enough). and so, he cannot help but think you deserve more than being weighed down by him. he wants to be free just as much as you do, and even if he spends his nights sleeping on grass beneath the stars by your side (and trying not to wake you as he guiltily slips a hand between his thighs and attunes himself to your soft breathing, imagining how it would hitch if he were, for example, to slip between your own thighs and use his mouth on you until your hands tugged at his hair and you came sweetly and beautifully for him), he wants to be entirely sure that such freedom is always available for you. that, he thinks, is what really loving somebody means. 
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genshinresource · 11 months
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Genshin Impact Emote Packs: Paimon’s Paintings 24 (1/2)
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saeyoungchoismaid · 1 year
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Lol I forgot to post these on Kaeya’s birthday
Happy birthday to my hubby 💙
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nightchai05 · 1 year
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Genshin men flirting/pining over you headcanons ___________________________________________________________ characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Xiao, Thoma, Ayato ___________________________________________________________ Kaeya
Gets close to you and whispers compliments in your ear
Uses his vision to craft beautiful crystals and gifts them to you
Watches you from afar, his face soft
Keeps track of your whereabouts to ‘accidentally’ bump into you
Kisses your hand upon greeting you
Shows off his swordsmanship, for you to pay attention to him
Shamelessly compliments your outfit in front of all the knights
Diluc
Offers you free drinks in Angel’s Share
Creates a special alcohol-free cocktail that suits your tastes and names it after you
Lingering touches on your shoulder or waist when he passes by
Discretely inhales your perfume when you’re close and blushes when you notice it
Lights up candles with his vision to set the mood
Smiles only at you, and you know it
Invites you to his mansion and shows his late’s father favourite paintings, while opening up slowly
Zhongli
Never breaks eye contact when he listens to you talk
His compliments are mix of metaphors and allegories
Often offers you to taste his tea, as to make you indirectly kiss him
When walking at Liyue Harbor he gently holds your arm, showing you different spots he likes
Fixes your clothes from time to time, his fingers lingering a little longer than usual on the hem of your dress/ exposed shoulder
Gets really close to your face and in a raspy voice, tells you to look at the beautiful setting sun, while looking at you
Xiao
Super protective during fights, always standing in front, keeping enemy blows from touching you
Smiles for you
Holds your hand as a small gesture to make sure you’re okay
Talks about his past, hoping you would see you’re different from others in his eyes
Acting a bit jealous whenever you go meet your male friends
Tries cooking food for you, and actually manages to make a cute cat face with rice and dried seaweed
Thoma
Brings you to spots with lots of cats on his free time, like that temple with Neko
Shares his food with you, sometimes even feeds you with his chopsticks
Always a huge smile on his face as he sees you approach
Hugs you for no particular reason
Does your hair, his touch is so gentle, at times, you don’t feel anything touching your hair
Puts freshly picked flowers from the estate’s garden every morning in your guest room
Invites you to the teahouse and doesn’t stop looking at you
Ayato
Spoils you hard, every time you go out for a walk he buys you milk tea or street food
Puts his work on hold every time you pop in the estate to show he’s interested in you
Puts his hand on your shoulder every time you are together in a social gathering, keeping you close
Murmurs fun facts about guests in your ear
When talking to his sister, he always mentions how good you looked/behaved today, making sure you hear his praise
Drowns you in expensive gifts, may it be a special kimono or a unique vase for your Serenitia Pot
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quimichi · 2 months
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↳ ❝ [YOU SEND THEM A NUDE] ¡! ❞ - MDNI
↳ Chat: Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3
characters: Dottore, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Kaeya, Kaveh, Lyney, Neuvillette and Pantalone x F!Reader (separately)
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jasminebythebay · 1 year
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1 step back, 2 steps forward
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dreamsicleart · 7 months
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hi hello if this looks terrible I'm sorry I'm on mobile
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sunlight-forsaken · 2 months
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okokok so I was struck with A Thought —
We all know that Kaeya’s vision appearing saved him that night- but I’d like to add:
What if the initial blast of elemental power from his vision was enough to trigger a freeze reaction on Diluc?
It was heavily raining, after all.
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Kaeya had expected the reaction- he’d brought his sword for a reason. Still, he does not meet Diluc with even the vigour expected of him if they were sparring. He had expected it, yes, but it did not stop his foolish heart from hoping he’d be wrong for once.
Diluc forces him back with blow after blow, each strike burning hotter and harder as he backs into the field. Blood roars in his ears so loud it’s almost enough to muffle the crackle of flame overlaid upon the torrential rain weighing him down further. Each movement is forced, each parry and block a means to survival-
Kaeya doesn’t know why he’s fighting. Is he really so selfish as to live, after all of this-?
He meets the ground, his limbs twitching to fight but his heart already sure he’d die at the hands of his own brother. It comes with a surge of bile in his gut at the thought, every hope and memory pinned in his head blurring the thoughts with the red his eyes can see.
Red that overtakes his eye as the claymore is brought down in a wild, deadly strike from the hands of a grieving man who had lost his father and who he thought his brother was in one fell swoop.
It’s searing hot upon his skin, and he’s sure he screamed. He’s long since lost track of whatever pleas or reasonings have left his mouth, if any at all, upon seeing the betrayal deep rooted into those crimson eyes. Hellfire crawls upon him, licking upon every wound he already sustained from stray sparks or barely avoided swipes. He’s forced out of his own wallowing, suddenly lightheaded but present, as if the muted sensation of his thoughts had been stripped away and left him defenceless against the burns, allowed the pain to seep deep underneath his skin.
And then, all Kaeya knows is a rush of ice.
The roaring of flame was swallowed back into the thunder and rain of the storm. Deliriously, Kaeya is grateful that his death was not as painful as he thought it’d be- even as he scrambles back like a worm on the dirt, his only ‘clear’ eye struggling to focus in the low light without the aid of the pyro setting the area in angry glow.
His brother stands before him, a perfect snapshot of that moment. Impossibly dark ice has stilled him, incasing his form in a thick layer similar to that of a cast. He almost looks like a statue- a monument, built by those who come after, celebrating the hero who killed the last filthy sinner who walked upon the surface.
Kaeya almost laughs, choking on blood or guilt or bile- it does not matter. For a perfect moment, there is nothing but him, the damned rain, and the years of lies and promises that he wore like a second skin.
There are no words. There’s no conclusion, good or bad.
Kaeya, ever the opportunist, takes it as it is.
Kaeya, ever the coward, runs.
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