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erikatsu · 1 year

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BREEDING + GENSHIN MEN !

❍ PAIRINGS: fem!reader x itto, diluc, kaeya, dainsleif, dottore, & childe (separate)

❍ WARNINGS: [n]sfw. breeding (mostly implied), unprotected.

ITTO: dom!reader + use of “puppy” + overstim. DILUC: mating press. KAEYA: fully clothed + use of "mommy" + semi-public + baby trapping. DAINSLEIF: reader is implied to be royal +mating press + use of "princess" + cervix fucking + implied multiple rounds. DOTTORE: semi-public + fully clothed + mentions of menstrual cycles + use of "pet"/pet play maybe (?) CHILDE: baby trapping + use of "princess"

❍ NOTE: yet another repost from my last blog with an addition

⊱ ITTO

you don’t even have to ask itto to cum inside you as you start to max him out. the way you wrap your legs around his torso and roll your hips quicker once he tells you he’s close says it all. he rests his head on your shoulder, eyes closing as a strangled grunt pushes past his lips. you hold his head against you while you grind down on him, “c'mon, puppy. need your cum. want to keep it all inside.”

the thought of you milking him dry sends him reeling. he roughly paws at your hips, trying to hold on as your walls squeeze tighter around his cock and your pace quickens. his nails dig into your skin once he finally reaches his high, sticky cum coating your insides white. you don’t give him a chance to calm down, still bouncing in his lap despite the whimpers falling off his lips.

“not again. s'too much,” he whines, his hot breath fanning your skin as he tries to catch his breath. he was dizzy, yet still hard and throbbing against you.

“but, ’m not full yet, puppy,” you coo, allowing yourself to take his entire length. “i want you to cum until i am.”

⊱ DILUC

the words “please cum inside me” falling breathlessly off your lips had him halting in his tracks. you two were always so careful, and your sudden change of heart took him by surprise.

“are you sure?” he questions, looking down at you to make sure you weren’t just cock drunk and that you were completely serious.

you nodded, slowly bringing your legs up and wrapping them around his torso. you push him back into you, drawing a groan out of him. he takes a brief second before he collects himself, his hands coming up to grip your thighs before pushing them back. you let out a small yelp when he sets his rhythm a bit harsher than it was before.

he leans in, almost forcing your knees to your shoulders as he presses his lips against yours. you moan against his mouth as he grinds into you, using long and deep strokes to chase his orgasm. he’s got you pinned to the mattress, his mind clouding from the thought of your pretty cunt full of his juices and the consequences that could come from it.

it doesn’t take long for the movement of his hips to fall out of rhythm and pick up speed. he rides out his high, pushing his cum deeper into you with each thrust before he finally bottoms out and stops, letting one of his hands gently run up your leg and over your tummy, “i think we should do that more often, darling.”

⊱ KAEYA

you don’t know what came over him when he pulled you into jeans office, but it didn’t take you long to figure out as he kicked the door shut and immediately caught you by the mouth. this wasn’t the first time the two of you had fooled around in jean’s office, but it was the first time he had your underwear pushed to the side, back pressed into the couch by the window, telling you how well being a mommy would suit you.

you’ve got your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your legs locked around his waist while you whimper underneath him. he uses his lips to keep you quiet, the rocking of his hips becoming more unsteady with each thrust. the second you use your legs to push him in further, he’s coming undone. his cock twitches inside you as he buries himself as deep as he can.

you both are panting hard as he slowly pulls out. his eyes fixate where his cum starts to leak out of you, and he trails his fingers along your folds before using them to push it all back inside. you let out a soft gasp, a devilish grin tugging at his lips, “i told you that you’d make a good mommy, sweetheart.”

⊱ DAINSLEIF

as soon as the word “fuck” rolled out of his mouth, you knew he was close. his grip on your hips tightened before easily flipping your positions so he was on top of you. his thrusts were rhythmic as he sloppily peppered kisses along your jaw and neck. he was panting, barely audible above your whimpers as he bottomed out with each roll of his hips.

“m’so close, princess,” his hot breath fans against your skin as his hands hook under the bend of your knees, tilting them back as far as he could without hurting you. he was soaking in the way you looked underneath him as he pulled back, how tight you were wrapped around him. he couldn't help himself, a certain desire taking him over him as he shifted your hips up.

you let out a moan at how deep he was reaching, the tip of his cock pushing up against your cervix. normally, you would have protested against the two of you being unsafe, but the position he put you in had you dizzy– reeling– and so close to another orgasm. he came undone first, fucking his cum deep into your drenched cunt and not letting up until he could feel you spasming around his cock.

he was still hard as you caught your breath, gently dropping your legs and rutting into you until he bottomed out. you groaned, reaching up and bringing his head down so you could press your lips against his.

“more,” you muttered, chest heaving and eyelids fluttering. “want- want an heir.”

who was he to tell you “no”?

⊱ DOTTORE

there was something about the way you looked bent over his lab table, especially when he knew that at any given moment, one of his lackies could walk through the door. this time, he was getting a kick out of the fact that he knew you’d be ovulating soon.

all he could think about as he dragged his cock in and out of your drenched cunt was the thought of knocking you up and keeping you by his side because he had yet to grow bored of you. plus the idea of having a little protégée running around was not one he was going to turn his nose up at.

his chest nearly pressed against your back as he nipped at your neck, his sharp teeth lightly pressing into your skin causing you to groan. he quickened his pace, rutting as deep as he could with one goal in mind.

“you’re taking me so well pet,” he cooed, relishing in your high pitched whimpers. “i’m gonna fill you up, and you’re gonna give me a whole litter, understood?”

⊱ CHILDE

there was something about the way you loved his siblings that drove him nuts. he never had to worry about them while he was away on missions. so imagine his surprise when he found out that you and teucer smuggled yourselves into liyue just to see him. the want to scold the two of you, didn’t compare to the swell of emotions he felt when he caught sight of teucer holding on tightly to your hand.

it was well worth the mora to pay the traveler to watch his little brother while he got some alone time with you before going back to work. the way you hummed against his mouth as you slid up and down on his cock in the motel room right outside liyue harbor had his mind reeling as he roughly gripped your hips.

“s'close, baby,” he groans, giving you another sloppy kiss. you rolled your hips a little harder, your hands weaving into his hair as his hold on you started to loosen.

“i’m gonna cum,” fell of his lips in a whisper, and you went to pull back. but, his hands clamped down on your waist, keeping you still as a moan left his mouth. he looked up at you as you squirmed, smiling smugly. “what, princess? gives us something to look forward to for when i return home.”

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yestrday · 2 months

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do any of the hybrids have jobs or tasks that keeps them occupied throughout the day? I know aether is sort of a butler for the mc, and zhong li is the secretary of mc's father. but what about hybrids like ayato and thoma, who have experience in elite society, do they just sit around at home or do they actually do business-like work 😭 or hybrids like ajax or itto, it sounds like they mightve been strays and just lived in the wild, so do they do anything now besides fight and play w other hybrids (like be in charge of gathering food, meet up with former gang members, etc)?

while the hybrid had their own unofficial tasks, everyone was organized into groups the moment zhongli entered the scene.

aether is his own catgeory. he likes to call himself a butler, but it's really just him being your housepet. he takes care of you— wake you up, remind you of meetings, gossip to you about the going-ons in the manor, and basically just trail after you wherever you go. he helps out the manor's staff when he's not doing anything.

the executive team is actually a one-man team of zhongli, as he is on orders from your father to raise you into a fine heir. he's tasked with communication between you and your father, and also manages the house staff and hiring. he's expected to report to your father about the happenings in your house and keep your 'pets' in line. xiao is often considered an unofficial member of the team since zhongli often orders him around to send messages on his behalf (most of the hybrids don't use gadgets) as well as stalk... err, keep an eye on them.

the education team consists of zhongli (again!), neuvillette, ayato, albedo (haitham?). they're a team under zhongli's management who are tasked to educate you on subjects and topics that are in line with your father's vision for you. ayato was picked specifically to educate you on social manners and etiquette, though he does a scary job at education.

the manor management team works closely with the manor staff in... well, managing the manor! xingqiu has stationed himself as a part-time librarian with the amount of time he spends in there. tighnari takes care of the garden while zhongli's had kaveh draw up plans whenever renovation or a new place had to be built. freminet is not really part of this, but everyone tends to come to him whenever they need a mechanic. the house staff love baizhu for his gentle demeanor and medicine.

the security team is your group of glorified stalkers, who consist of those who are most adept to combat. xiao, cyno, and sometimes aether stalk you from the shadows wherever you go. gorou is more concerned about making the manor more secure and wriothesley stays with him (he just likes staying at the manor). razor means well. childe likes to consider himself part of the security team, but the actual people don't really consider him as such. heizou's not really part of them, but they often call for him whenever they need to sleuth things out.

the information team is organized a little later, should you officially assume the title of heir and start your education on how to run the corporation. those within here are your pawns to use. aether, lyney, and kaeya are good at words and can make anyone reveal information with their irresistible charm. heizou, of course, for the sleuthing. you can send diluc on solo missions, who can use his formidable combat to infiltrate and beat the shit out of any fancy pants you need dirt on.

they don't really do much, these guys. itto is, well, itto, and he means well but there's not much he can really do, so sometimes he'll help the others out with the occassional odd job to gain some pocket money. bennet means well too, so zhongli has decided to take pity on him and let him help out with the house staff. venti doesn't do chores, sorry, and kazuha likes to help out with security every now and then but that's it. don't even bother asking scara. chongyun also means well but he's kind of like a bug repellent but instead of bugs it's evil spirits. thoma is just ayato's butler. mika does a lot, actually, so you have to remind him to take a rest whenever he gets exhausted from rushing to and fro the manor.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #yester.au — hybrids 🐾#yester.shorts

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kaeyapilled · 5 months

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I’m pretty new to kaeya ships and I want to know how Kaebedo appeals to you!! /This isn't a sarcastic question I promise 😭

So far, the only ship I get is Rosakae because haha bi couple/girl that says bruhh x guy that says hiii

Do you have any recommended kaebedo fanfics? Thank you <33

i think the biggest appeal of kaebedo to me is the parallels between them. both are from khaenri'ah and were abandoned by a parent figure with an unclear mission on their shoulders and ended up finding a home in a place they fear they will have to betray one day. even without a romantic lens there is SO much potential here!!! they must know of each other's secret to some degree, there's no way they don't. they could form such a deep connection based on these shared origins. let them bond hoyoverse!!!!

its insane to me that kaeya and albedo have never exchanged more than five words in game when theres so much material to work with here.. especially because they DO know each other! the game tells us that! kaeya has an "about albedo" voiceline (Albedo, eh? Calm, collected, and incredibly talented. He's the type everybody likes, some even more so than others. What, you into him as well?), albedo doesnt have an "about kaeya" voiceline but he does mention him in one of his "more about albedo" ones (The time required to sketch portraits closely correlates with one's mood. I could spend half a day sketching Huffman, while I might only need three strokes of the pencil to sketch Kaeya — one for the face, one for the eyepatch string... and one for the eyepatch.) and, actually, pairing that with this

from a past event i think we can say it's implied that albedo draws kaeya fairly often. kaeya seems to babysit klee frequently, which is all the more chance for them to get to know each other more..... they live in the same region and have so many themes in common LET THEM TALK! LET THEM TALK!! kaebedo as a ship is kind of built from the ground up with just minimal canon content and our wild imaginations but hey. the potential is right there. also i think they look cute together. anyway, fanfic recs, you say? i have some<3

Calcium, Carbonate, and Other Things That Run Bone-Deep by Princeliest

Albedo comes knocking at Kaeya's office door, and asks Kaeya to kill him. All in all, it's the worst falling-in-love experience that Kaeya has ever had. (Albedo fears a lot of things. He's never reached out for help with any of them, but he's also never had anyone see him and reach out first.)

this is genuinely one of the best fics ive ever read in my life it's SO good. i kept rotating it inside my mind for days afterwards. and the kaebedo dynamic here is one of my favorite renditions of it too!!!!! like they cannot live through a normal love story it has to be weird when they are both involved. and this fic executes the brand of weirdness i expect from kaebedo perfectly. the characterization for both of them was really good. warning for some body horror but if you're okay with that it's part of the charm in this fic i really enjoyed reading those parts

this wordless dance, in the night by untunedviola

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Kaeya mutters into Albedo’s chest. Albedo pulls him closer. Gentle fingers thread through his hair. “You don’t have to.” He sighs. “I know.” Kaeya’s relationship with his mother tongue, his family, and Albedo develops in fits in starts.

i just reread this while searching through recs on my bookmarks and!!!!!!!!! this is THE kaebedo relationship study EVER. it's so good. its more focused on kaeya since it's from his point of view but albedo is a central crucial part of it. it explores their connection to khaenri'ah and the connection they could have with each other because of it SO well it's really amazing! the angst is delightful i love this one.

and you should check out this author's other works!! seriously the way they write kaebedo is like the best ever. i havent read all of them but the ones i have read were immediate favorites. untunedviola if youre out there

The Curious Investigation on the Investigation Captain by evesbeve

“This is not an invitation to spoil me,” Albedo says through a bite, a hand over his mouth. “As you have with Klee.” “I have no idea what you are talking about," Kaeya laughs. “Although… would it really be that bad, if I wanted to take care of you?” (Or: When Sucrose mentions that she's been worried about Albedo and his constant cases of zoning out, Kaeya takes it upon himself to investigate the situation.)

a lighter, fluffier work to make up for the angst of the previous recs. so sweet youll get cavities honestly. works to read while giggling about how much you love these silly little characters. bonus ragbros and other mond characters. really nice read!!!!

i wish i had more recs but i really dont. i need to read more about them honestly.

im deeply sorry for taking like three months to answer!! many such cases im afraid. i hope my kaebedo propaganda has worked on you or anyone else reading this

#WHEW THIS TOOK A WHILE TO TYPE OUT #askpilled #kaebedo #kaeya #kaeya alberich #albedo #albedo kreideprinz #kaeyaposting #also lmao rosakae as girl who says bruh and guy who says hiii is so real #fic recs

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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going a wee bit insane over the thought of forced ballroom dancing. ayato is my prime candidate for this, thinking about him forcing poor reader to waltz with him (with the threat of punishment hanging over their head for every time they mess up), but the harbingers are up there as well… the tsaritsa holding a ball and pantalone (or childe) dragging his newest "pet" with him, hands dipping lower than what’s considered proper as the dance goes on, but no one daring to say anything… i’m frothing at the mouth fr ahsldjlajdkdj

oh . . . oh i am THINKING, anon

cw: yandere behaviour, abuse, suggestive (especially childe's), death (in childe's, not of reader), violence (in childe's, not of reader), childe should be his own warning i guess.

characters featured: ayato, diluc, childe, pantalone

ayato is as princely as they come; and you are more than aware that, in such occasions as this, you are the envy of every other person with no ring on their finger. ayato kisses your hand, his thumb trailing over your wedding ring - your bonds, your chains - and leads you out to the floor to open the dancing, as is his right.

"your dancing has improved," he says, with only the lightest smile at the corner of his lips. it goes unspoken it has improved because the last time you had failed to keep up with ayato's waltz, he had made you practise with thoma until you had collapsed in the housekeeper's arms, faint and exhausted and aching.

"i'm glad you've noticed, my lord," you say, softly, your eyes fixed on ayato's chest instead of up at those pale violet eyes that are capable of more cruelties than anyone in this room would ever suspect. you see the twitch of his lips; the mole beneath his mouth, the proud chin, every feature you often wish you could never see again.

"perhaps i should make you practise with thoma more often," he says, smiling, his gloved hand resting just a little too low on your waist.

(nobody will say anything; the commissioner is in love with his sweet little spouse, after all. how darling, that the two of you are still in the honeymoon phase--)

he spins you, laughing when he pulls you back. you can see thoma at the side of the room, smiling, his eyebrows drawn in in the merest suggestion of anxiety. he looks at you like he wants to take you away from all of this.

ayato's eyes follow your gaze. his hands become iron chains.

"perhaps not, after all," he says. "i do not like to share my toys."

you cannot deny diluc ragnvindr a dance, when he comes to you. you want to, of course - the dawn winery tycoon has frightened you for months now, with intense crimson eyes and his awkward stance, with his gruff low voice and his habit of showing up wherever you are. you are unsettled by his presence.

even if it were not his ball - even if it were not his winery walls you were currently ensconced in, dressed in soft blues as far away from the colour of diluc's eyes as you can manage - you could not deny him. not when your family are all of a-twitter on the other side of the room. a husband like diluc, after all, would be the greatest of coups--

and you have been raised to be polite.

"of course, master diluc," you say, with a pasted on smile. his hands are so warm, even through his gloves, as he brings you out onto the floor - and then, finds a shadowy corner to place his hands urgently on your waist. it is perfectly proper - diluc is never anything but - and yet, it leaves you unsettled.

heat soaks through your bodice and through his gloves, his hands feeling like the desperate clutch of claws upon you. the shadows ripple about your feet. diluc does not like to be the centre of attention, you know - but you still do not feel comfortable, amongst the darkness of the night with him.

the string quartet draw to a close. you can see, from your position, several other likely candidates for dances - captain kaeya, in blues that would match your gown. albedo, the knights of favonius chief alchemist, who you know from other balls will hold you at exactly the right distance and pressure. acting grand master jean, who always needs a moment to relax and let her guard down at such parties--

but diluc's grip does not falter.

"another dance," he says to you, voice stilted- and it is not a question.

childe does not care about a single one of the scandalised looks when he drags you to the centre of the fray - and you have learnt better than to argue against the eleventh fatui harbinger, who thinks that you are cutest when you are spitting blood and vitriol at him, and you're certain would welcome you to make this party a little more interesting.

there are still flecks of blood on your face, from the fatui grunt whomst your harbinger had decided had left his gaze lingering on your exposed shoulders too long - but they are nothing compared to the blood staining childe's hands, the wild light in his eyes, or the fact that there is still a dagger at his hip. he is far from the only person here with a weapon on him - but he is the only one with it so on display, still shimmering dripping scarlet on the white marble floor of the palace.

"dance with me," childe says to you, his grin wide, his eyes still the colour of the darkest night-time sky from his furious pleasure at the events that occurred before he even got to this party. and so you do - and so you let childe drag you against him, let hands roam all over your body, let him dip his head down and kiss you in a clash of tongues and teeth.

disapproval radiates from almost every person in the room, but such things have never stopped childe.

"dancing should be like fighting," he says to you, with a particularly hard nip to your lower lip. he breathes in, hot and wanting. his hands slide past your waist and cup your ass, dragging you closer against him so you can feel the stiff heat of him through his trousers. "fighting should be like fucking. and so it stands to reason that dancing should be like fucking, and fucking should be like fighting, doesn't it?"

you swallow.

"perhaps not in front of everyone," you try and say - but childe just laughs again, wild and free and uncaring, and whirls you away in a furious move that does not at all match the waltz pace that the musicians have set.

"and why not?" he says to you, glittering dangerously, as fear and cold ice crawl up your spine. "don't worry. if anyone looks at you when i fuck you, i'll carve their eyes out."

it would not be a romantic threat in any circumstance; but for childe, it is all the worse, because you know that he means it.

this what you must understand; you belong to pantalone. and he never lets you forget it; that he found you in the gutter and prised you out of it himself, seeing in you something that could be made to glitter. you owe him - and not just for the glittering jewels about your throat, but for the cleanliness of your hair and the newfound straightness to your bearing. for him making you his galatea; perfect and adored, polished to a shine, and utterly and completely his.

so when he brings you out to the ballroom floor, gentlemanly as ever, soft sighs take the audience as they watch - as they think on your former place in life, and how you have been raised above it. pantalone smiles down at you, his grip on your waist bruising, as he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear.

"don't forget your place," he murmurs, his gloved fingers skimming your spine. "don't forget how easily i could take it all away from you."

he is not wild and free; pantalone does everything with a slow consideration, a careful weighing up of options. you are his precisely because you had no other options, and you are thoroughly trapped in his net. abandon pantalone, and abandon luxury and safety and warmth and respect, sleep in the gutter and freeze to death and have those same people who look at you now starry-eyed avoid meeting your haunted gaze lest they catch that most despicable of all ills, poverty--

when pantalone tips your chin up to pull you into a kiss, you know that your only option is to kiss him back like you mean it.

#drabble #these were supposed to be hcs and yet #yandere for ts #dark content for ts #genshin impact posting #pantalone x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #violence for ts #not sfw text #writing

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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Heyaaa, I have an ask to ask, how about the region leaders (Jean, Ningguang and Raiden) with an S/O who has an extremely dangerous skill (Like Blackbolt or even Shigaraki) but is someone extremely sweet and caring. But seeing himself cornered and forced to release his maximum strength, but he is brooding afterwards for having injured his enemies

A unique encounter - Jean, Ningguang & Ei x Bioweapon!Reader

A/N: Hello anon. Since you have an ask to ask, I have an answer to answer! This is probably the strangest fic I've written so far. Enjoy nonetheless!

CW: Male!Reader, Uroboros-like parasite, a little body horror? Idk.

You were abducted by the Fatui at an age too early to remember your parents, or anything about your past really. For years your home was a claustrophobic cell, and the only companions were the researchers. They constantly visited you, drugged you into sleep and carried you off to who knows where. Every time you would wake up with your arms sore and no shred of memory of what happened.

You didn't feel the effects of whatever they put into you until a few years later, in your early teens. You started feeling movement inside your body, wrapping around your organs and constantly pulsing. The parasite moving inside you caused enormous pain, an anguish both mental and physical. It was agony for the first months, but it would soon become more bearable when the being matured

It turned out that it tapped into your central nervous system, letting you control it. Over a few years you taught yourself how to control the black tentacles, and overall live in some kind of symbiosis with the thing. You practiced drawing the ropes of writhing flesh from your left arm, rendering it mostly useless in the process - the appendages were small and stretchy, yes, but they needed space to move nonetheless.

When you felt ready, you used the infection to break out of captivity. The thing turned out to be a great tool of destruction. With a flick of your wrist you could crush skulls, snap spines like twigs and rip open heavy iron doors. Fighting with the parasite was painful to say the least - the tendrils ripped and stretched your entire arm, leaving you moaning in agony even days afterwards.

Despite the years of abuse and captivity you felt no satisfaction in taking revenge. You experienced the kind of pain and fear you wouldn't wish for anyone, even them. You kept the killing fast and as painless for them as possible. You couldn't have witnesses who would order a search for you. Still, the realization of how many families you broke apart was heavy on your heart. And so, after reaching freedom, you grew a deep disdain towards violence.

Before you left the icy wastes of Snezhnaya, you made sure to go through and steal all the documents contained in the lab. They provided crucial insight to your affliction. It turned out the disease wasn't infectious, and, if the parasite's lifespan came to an end, it could never be recreated. You've destroyed the remaining samples and burned down the laboratory, leaving South in search of a new life.

Many people made requests to Jean daily. The acting grandmaster often found herself overwhelmed with commissions. Not many of her coworkers, even those who cared for her wellbeing like Lisa or Kaeya, helped her out with work. Let alone the citizens of Mondstadt, who treated Jean more like a machine than a human with a need for free time and relaxation.

That was before a certain individual popped into her life. She heard about him before, and saw him plenty of times out on the streets, just going about his business. Whenever she passed by, he asked if he could be of assistance. It was annoying to her at first, or so she told herself. She was the acting grandmaster, for crying out loud. It should be her duty to do all the work, right? But when she actually relented and gave him some menial tasks to do, Jean found herself enjoying this immensely. It was great to have someone helping, someone caring, someone reliable and trustworthy.

As much as he was caring, gentle and oh so lovable, there was something strange about him. A simple thing really. You always wore long-sleeved clothes and never used your left arm much. It wasn't that weird until she sneaked a glance of her crush without his top. The left arm was all wrapped in bandages and secured with belts, especially around the wrist. Just an injury, she thought. That is, until she started paying closer attention to you. The bindings were always on, and you never loosened the tightening leather as well. Being an honest person, she confronted you about it.

You tried to excuse yourself or lie your way out every time she asked, but Jean was far from oblivious. She knew an obvious lie when she saw one. So you showed her.

A mess of black tentacles, coupled with your pained moans, coming out of your wrist was not something she expected in the slightest. Keeping the thing drawn, you explained everything you knew about it, along with how you've come to be afflicted with it.

You expected disgust from her. Loathing, resentment, or even exile. But what you found was… empathy. Since it wasn't dangerous to anyone you came into contact with, it was fine in Jean's books. And you couldn't live without it as well (she had Albedo run tests and confirm it later). It was just a part of you, as unconventional as it was. She accepted it just as she accepted the rest of you.

She knew how much her S/O hated fighting. Whenever they were outside with her, she would always keep an eye on possible threats. It was her who did the fighting, despite your superior power. Yet she couldn't predict what happened one day. An ambush from a large group of Hilichurls and Abyss Mages proved too hard for her to handle alone. So, very regrettably, she had to ask you for help. Pushed up against the wall, facing the risk of getting Jean injured, you moved to attack. You fought together, and managed to beat back the assault.

When you saw the corpses, the blood and just the overall massacre you caused, you couldn't beat back the guilt. Hilichurls, though less intelligent than humans, we're still living beings. They felt pain just as any creature. You kept brooding over the events for just a minute - until you saw how Jean was handling it.

And she was far worse off than you. A slurry of apologies and self-loathing flew your way.

"I'm so, so sorry Y/N… I-I was too weak to handle this… I… failed you… Please forgive me…"

Despite your best efforts, it soon escalated into a breakdown as all the stress she amassed over the month washed over her. You assured her it's okay, that it's not her fault, that you can take it. She slowly calmed down. She doubled her protection effort in the following days, so much so it turned into near babying you. She stopped after a good, solid dose of reassurance that you will be fine.

Archons, this woman needs a break.

You were certainly an interesting case for Lady Ningguang. You came to Liyue Harbor one day, and it looked like just about everybody liked you. Especially the kids. It was was when she went to visit her little informants that she met you. Despite your serious appearance, you played with them without a care in the world. After she delivered the usual sweets, she struck up a conversation. Ningguang soon found that you were simply a fun person to talk to and generally be around. After a few dozen encounters she grew fond of you. Very fond, in fact.

When you started living together, she noticed something peculiar about you. You were eating a lot. She found you eating heavy, protein rich foods like meats, be they fresh or dried, almost all the time. Despite this unusual and clearly dangerous diet you never seemed to gain weight. Actually, you remained more or less underweight. Caring about your safety, she suggested that you see a doctor. You remained unwilling, regardless of how much she bothered you. She could only sigh. It was ultimately your call.

It wasn't weird for her that you didn't like fighting in general - neither with weapons nor with words. She didn't mind standing up for you and doing the talking whenever the situation demanded it. It gave her the familiar, delightful sense of power. Your pacifism didn't bother her, at all in fact. It was refreshing to be around someone not willing to climb up bodies to reach their goal. It raised some concerns for your safety, as your unassuming posture added doubts about your potential combat prowess.

Her suspicions were completely blown away one day. Being such a high profile individual as Ningguang brought about plenty of interest, usually not in a positive sense. It wasn't a surprise to her that there were people, especially Fatui, who wanted her dead. It was only a matter of time and they would send agents to strike at either you, or herself. That day just had to come while she was on a date with you. The three agents got the jump on you, and managed to wound Ningguang in the shoulder. You were her only defense, and as much as she believed in you, a part of her knew it would be the end. But then… something ripped open her lovely S/O's wrist and a swarm of pitch black tentacles came out.

Both her and the Fatui screamed in terror at this sight. Using their momentary shock, you defeated them with a few swipes of your weapon. Ningguang didn't know that a human's spine could be snapped so effortlessly. Before long, you were next to her, asking if she's okay. Your girlfriend felt… a lot of things at that moment. Confusion, fear, disgust, worry… She just remained speechless for a solid minute. Being ever the reasonable woman, however, she got herself together and led you to Bubu Pharmacy to get your injuries patched.

There was no time to think over what exactly you had done just minutes prior, as you were bombarded with questions. What exactly was that thing? Is it a parasite? Is it infectious? Is it dangerous? Does it hurt? And where, by the holy Celestia's name, do you keep that thing? You took your time to explain exactly what she's dealing with, along with presenting the stolen data and your life story. This calmed her a little, but she still needed time to get comfortable with the fact. She tolerated that of course, well, as long as it didn't touch her. Some absolutely horrifying silly tentacle thingy is not going to bring down the wonderful person her S/O is in her eyes. But don't think you'll get a pass on the teasing just because you're her lover. Oh, not at all, in fact. You'll get to hear a lot, and I mean a lot of one specific question.

"Don't you have any more… unusual… surprises for me in store, my love?"

If there was a better place than Inazuma for escaping from one's past, you would certainly have gone there. You expected everything from that strange land, yet it still managed to surprise you. Surprise you by having Inazuma's Archon pay special attention to you.

Ei spotted you one sunny day while strolling on the main street of the capital. You weren't doing anything specific, just buying groceries. You weren't unusual by any means - just a typical guy, more attractive than the average male for sure though, doing daily things. Yet Ei's gut feeling and a few thousand years' worth of experience told her something was deeply off about you. The vessel was designed to differentiate the seven elements, as well as things living and dead. She noticed your aura was glowing much brighter, just as if there was something else, something very much alive inside you. This piqued her interest, and she decided to investigate.

Of course, Ei decided to do her detective work her way. Which involved sending out Kujou Sara in the flesh to snatch you right from the streets and lead you before the throne. You were, of course, beyond mortified. Barely two months in the country and you already attracted the Archon's attention? This surely spelt death for you, you thought. When she commanded you to show her the very-generally-put "additional life inside you", you had no choice but to reveal the parasite.

Sara nearly puked at this horrible sight, and the guards were all ready to cut you into little cubes. Ei, much to everyone's surprise, thought something entirely different.

"Oh! Hmm, borrowing Miko's words I would say it looks quite… interesting."

The reaction to her words could be described with a single, simple what. Ei got up from her throne, and started circling around you. The way those tendrils wiggled and swayed was quite mesmerizing, and she couldn't keep her eyes away from you. Being stared at by someone of her magnitude, you endured the pain in fear of angering her, and remained still like a statue. Still, until the pain of your muscles tearing and stretching overpowered your will, of course. You fell unconscious in a pool of your own blood and antiseptic slime, right before her eyes.

You woke up patched up inside a luxurious bed. Ei had you taken care of by a doctor. Despite your inner pleas, you were too weakened to leave the bed for long, so your visit at the Tenshakuku stretched on. All the while Ei has been visiting you many times a day, constantly asking you various questions about the affliction. With no other option than to surrender to her will, you answered all her queries. She found it simply amazing how, with such a frail mortal body, you managed to live with this inside you at all times. Many times you had to show her the tentacle. After Ei heard from you that living like this was nowhere near pleasant, her first instinct was to take the thing out. When she summoned her polearm you had to hastily explain that you actually couldn't live without the parasite. It's body made up for plenty of your missing, very vital bits. She deflated, and decided to stop asking you to draw it. You shouldn't feel pain just to satisfy her childish curiosity, she thought.

Yet after a day of not talking to you, she found herself bored. Bored and frustrated with most things, and wondering about what you were up to. Regardless of her will, Ei returned to you over, and over again. She started spending lots of time with you. She dragged you out for walks, had tea parties with you, and even used the royal hot springs with you (it was weird at first, as Ei had no clue about her behavior being quite unfitting of an empress, but you got used to her quirkiness eventually). You had to turn down plenty of sparring offers and her requests to show how the tentacle is used in fighting. She stopped shortly after finding out you weren't very keen on violence in any of the many forms it could take. She respected that greatly. To make up for all the trouble she caused you (Ei understood that only a few months after you started dating, and more or less a year after you've met for the first time), the Shogun swore to protect you wherever you went. It was logical for her - being the strongest one brings about an obligation to protect others.

But even she couldn't be everywhere at once. The Traveler was passing by, and Ei soon fell into a rabbit hole of their problems. She wanted to help them as a means of saying 'thank you', but leaving you alone like that made her quite uneasy. She impatiently waited for an opportunity to excuse herself, but it never came. Only when you called for her, through an enchanted ring she gave you, did she leave. The distance was too long to reach you in time, and Ei arrived at a bloodbath. Over a dozen ronin, probably seeking an 'easy gain', tried to kidnap you. They expected a frail nobleman, not a biological weapon.

Ei found you on the ground, writhing in pain and discomfort. She scooped you up, and carried you bridal style back to the palace's medical ward. As the physicians worked on patching your injuries, Ei held your head in her hands and spoke softly.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to do this, darling. I should have been there, just as I promised. I hope you can forgive my incompetence."

Despite your words and reassurance that it wasn't her fault, Ei would decide to not let that happen again. Ever. She promised you that you would never have to kill anyone again, no matter if she had to be by your side at all times to fulfill her promise. Keeping you away from harm was the least she could do for you, and she would do it as long as you were around.

Thanks for reading!

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currebunz · 2 years

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Mondstadt boys reacting to S/O wearing less/more revealing clothes than usual

Diluc “Aren’t you cold like that?”

Gonna throw his coat over you if you’re in public. It’s just his gut reaction. This man keeps it behind closed doors. After the initial shock has gone down, he will let you be you. However, he watches your surroundings like a hawk. Anyone trying to get within arm distance is going to have to answer to him.

In private, he tries not to think much about it. Tries. It doesn’t bother him as much as it just distracts him slightly. If he is trying to work or do something else, he will give up and just cuddle with you.

Kaeya “Is it my birthday or something?”

He treats it like some grand treat for him. Does not hesitate to compliment you and look you over. He gets a bit handsy too, he’ll want to tease you. If he can talk you into wearing clothes like that more often then he will. In public, he is extra flirty and likes to show you off.

In private, he is pretty much the same. Just even more shameless. He will constantly try to remove your clothes or slip in hands under them. Smiling all the while as if he isn’t intruding on your personal space.

Albedo “Oh, you changed”

He doesn’t care or react on the surface. He thinks it is just a change in style and nothing more. But overtime he starts to be lost in thought more or distracted. His eyes keep wandering to the exposed parts of skin. He will also request to draw you more often than usual, but never reveals the finished works to anyone but you.

He’s not really going to make an advances or anything. But he will want to hug or touch you more.

Venti “I like this look, you should dress like this more often”

He is pretty ecstatic about the new look. Venti is all for it and even goes as far as to encourage you to dress like this more. He will hang off you and suddenly be attached to your hip. He will praise you and talk about how good you look. You’ll have to stop him when it gets too embarrassing.

In private, nothing really changes. He just might be a little more bolder with hit touch.

Razor “....”

Yeah he doesn’t really think much about it. In fact, he thinks you are trying to dress like him. It might actually make him happy if you say you are. He thinks you are trying to relate to the wolves. Razor doesn’t have a single thought outside of this.

#genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact albedo #genshin impact albedo x reader #albedo x reader #razor genshin impact #razor x reader #genshin impact venti #venti x reader

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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If dad why hot?

synopsis: Dilf Kaeya. That’s it.

pairing: Kaeya x fem!reader, feat your daughter

tw: fluff, a little bit suggestive at the end, established relationship, people try to hit on your husband.

word count: 1.5k+ words

author’s note: Dilf Kaeya was sitting in my head for weeks now, I just want this man to have a daughter...

Dilf Kaeya who aged like a good wine both in looks and personality. The man many didn’t believe would ever start a family, yet here he is, happily married and with a child, a sweet princess with his blue jay hair and your pretty eyes. The girl, whom adores the whole Mondstadt from the common citizens to the knights at the Favonius headquarters.

Dilf Kaeya who often takes her with him to work whenever she misses him too strongly, and lets her roam the building with the promise she won’t bother busy people much. He is so proud when Lisa tells him his daughter helped her in the library or when Jean praises her for organizing some papers in her study. He himself is always happy if she decides to stay with him, climbing into his lap and curiously watching the quill in his hand moving across the papers.

Dilf Kaeya who carries her home in his arms if she falls asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, looking like an angel. Who carefully passes her body into your arms and watches you kiss her forehead, softly smiling and murmuring how hard she must’ve worked.

Dilf Kaeya who brings you closer into his side with an arm wrapped around your waist as you two quietly close the door to her bedroom. His lips touch your temple and you giggle at the affection turning to him and kissing him properly.

Dilf Kaeya who laughs embarrassed when you remind him of a story from the times your girl was but a baby and tried to latch onto his chest in search of milk. His chest did become bigger and wider as the years passed, adding to him being freaking hot, and becoming an object of your teasing jokes of him actually being the mom. He always argues, saying he’d never be a better mommy than you, starting a playful banter with you no matter where you can be.

Dilf Kaeya who draws attention to himself even more now, looking all ravishing and sexy as a grown man, though his own flirting has decreased considerably from the moment he married and started a family with you. However, there are suitors that still try to catch his eye and some can be really… persistent.

Dilf Kaeya, who finally has his horses back in stables and can take his princess out for the rides. Sometimes you join the two, but often you let them have father-daughter bonding moments. Kaeya is thrilled to have the alone time with her, especially after almost a week of being swarmed with paperwork and neverending patrols. Her small body is pressed firmly into dad’s chest and she keeps her hands on top of his arms as the man holds the horse’s reins. He can tell she is having great fun, turning her head from side to side.

Dilf Kaeya who gets concerned when she points to the left and says she sees hilichurls surrounding someone. His first instinct is to ride away to assure her safety, but he is a knight, he ought to help people. So, he leaves the horse hidden in the bushes and asks the girl to wait for him, to which she nods in understanding, promising to not move an inch from her position. He is so lucky, the Cavalry Captain thinks, as he smooches her cheek and rushes to help whoever is in trouble.

Dilf Kaeya who gets hit on the moment the young woman is saved. The man smiles through her blubbering of ‘thank you’s and ‘you are my hero’s, not batting an eye at her attempts to flirt with him. He literally offered her a hand, the one with the wedding ring on it, to help stand up, clearly it should be enough to show he is taken.

Dilf Kaeya who again and again tells the woman he is not interested, as he turns around and tries to walk off and back to his daughter, ignoring the offers of the woman’s company who is following him all the way back to the place where he left the horse and the girl.

“Daddy, is that a woman you saved?” she asks curiously, playing with the braid you made her in the morning. Kaeya gives her a loving smile, brushing his own thicker and longer braid over his shoulder. The man loves matching with her.

“Yes, my lily, and she is leaving already. Wanna go home to mommy?”

The girl hums, brushing her fingers through the stallion’s mane, pondering his offer over.

“I want to, but can we ride for a little bit longer?”

“Of cour-”

“Oh, that’s great! She can go and have fun, while we have ours!” Kaeya almost forgot about the other human’s presence, that is until she wraps her arms around his and squeezes it to her chest.

Dilf Kaeya whose eye turns icy cold as he glances to the side, piercing the stunned woman with a glare. What? Does she really believe he’ll take her offer and decieve you? The woman who accepts his past and his imperfections, the woman to whom he willingly gave his heart and received her in return, the woman who loves him to the point of accepting his marriage proposal and having a cute little girl? And all of that just to hook with someone he barely knows? Does she think he is an idiot? No one has ever been this bold and something inside the ever patient and collected man snaps. He is annoyed now.

“Lady, I tell you once again, I am not interested. And please, be appropriate, my child is right here.”

His voice is very calm but alarmingly chilly, the touch is firm and freezing when he pries her from around him and grabs the horse’s reins, ready to leave.

"The fact my wife isn't present doesn't mean you have a chance and right to hit on me. This," he lifts his hand and shows his ring "is here not for fancy, it has purpose. Now, since I can clearly see you have no other issues, we'll excuse ourselves. Goodbye.”

Dilf Kaeya who doesn't pay much attention to the situation, only glancing at you the moment your daughter mentions the strange encounter in her description of the walk. Busy with tending to her, brushing her hair and listening to her stories curiously, you only hum and say that her daddy is a real hero and that you are very proud of him. No further questions, comments or worries.

Dilf Kaeya who kisses you deeply, silencing your sinful moans which he himself is drilling out of you with his cock. It's the dead of the night, he can allow himself to relax, holding your trembling body in his embrace. Kaeya is aware there are people who could think of him being unfaithful, but he is also aware they are dead wrong. He knows you know he is devoted to you and only you in the sense of heart, body, mind and soul, however damned they can appear to be.

Dilf Kaeya, who takes your hand in his and kisses the back of it, not halting the thrusting of his hips for a moment. Smooth lips brush over your lovely fingers in a soft murmur.

"Thank you for trusting me, love."

To which you breathlessly chuckle, giving his hand a squeeze and bringing the other to cup his check.

"You've been nothing but loyal to me, Kaeya. Of course I do trust you. I married an amazing man after all."

Amazing, huh? Hearing your speak so fondly of him and gazing at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes, he knows, it'll be okay. You always call him brilliant, smart, beautiful, lovely, handsome, sexy, witty, sometimes crazy, pouty, irresponsible, silly, in recent years you even picked up after Lisa and started to call him a dilf in a teasing manner, and honestly, your words are the only opinion he takes and considers in regards to your relationship. He knows you know he is all of the things you name him and you equally adore each part of him and he feels the same about you.

Dilf Kaeya whose fingers intertwine with yours in a comforting manner, whose lips meld with yours in a passionate dance, whose body presses incredibly close to yours in the deepest form of intimacy. There is no way he’d ever abandon what he has with you, you give him too many things to treasure, the greatest ones wrapping around your ring fingers in the form of golden bands and one more soundly sleeping in her own room.

Dilf Kaeya is the man who has always been desirable in the eyes of others. He is aware that many people find him alluring now specifically because they view him as a sexy dad. Does he care about having the appeal of being a hot parent? Not really, but it does become irritating when people get too handsy. After all, he is reserved only for his wife and daughter and for you two he does care.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya alberich x reader #dilf kaeya #genshin impact fluff

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ticklystuff · 1 year

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Oho~ can we get se good old lee albedo ler aether pls? Spot is thighsss

send no more, thx!

this fic is brought to you by this official art of albedo's bare thighs

i mean.. look at them... why are they out like that..... sir..

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Something was off.

Aether couldn't pinpoint what exactly, but Albedo looked different today and it perplexed Aether to no end. Jean and Kaeya's voices droned on in the background as he took in Albedo's form, watching the alchemist scribble away in his notebook, recording important details of the meeting. There had to be something he wasn't catching....

"Like what you see?"

Despite his discreetness, Aether should've known that nothing could slip past Albedo. He snickered to himself and leaned closer to the other. "I mean, when do I not?" he whispered, just barely audible to avoid drawing attention.

Albedo smirked and breathed amusedly, still focusing on the notes in front of him. "I suppose that's true."

"Aether, Albedo, do you two have something to share with the group?"

The two turned to look at Jean standing at the end of the table, staring at the both of them. Although her lips were upturned in a polite smile, the stress in her eyes told a different story. Standing beside her was Kaeya and he smiled at the two, placing a finger to his lips as he shook his head.

"My apologies," Albedo spoke up. "Aether just had some questions that I was happy to answer."

"Ah, I see." She gave the two a short nodded, before shifting her gaze to look directly at Aether. "We're delighted to have you join us for the Knights of Favonius monthly meetings. Should you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to speak up to the group."

"Noted." Aether nodded towards the two, watching them go back to what they were presenting.

This time, it was Albedo's turn to lean in and whisper. "You're gonna get us in trouble."

"Probably," Aether snickered under his breath. "Are the monthly meetings usually this dull?"

"Why do you think we only have them once a month?" Albedo shrugged. "Would you like a piece of candy? I carry some with me for whenever Klee gets bored."

Aether quitely scoffed. "Is there something that you're implying about me?"

"That you might have the attention span of a child? If so, then yes."

Aether gave the alchemist a playful punch to the shoulder. "I disagree, but I'll take a piece of candy as a sign of forgiveness."

Albedo chuckled under his breath and reached into his coat pocket, rummaging for a moment, before handing the piece of candy to Aether under the desk. Just as he went to grab the treat out of Albedo's palm, Aether stopped himself, eyes widening when he realized what was throwing him off this whole time.

Albedo's thighs were visible.

It's not like Aether had never seen Albedo's thighs before. He was quite familiar with the alchemist and would often see Albedo walk around in nothing but a shirt and shorts whenever Aether stayed over, which was much more often than most people knew about. There was something strange about seeing Albedo in his usual outfit, yet lacking the stockings that he often wore. Albedo hardly showed off bare skin in public, so the way that the little sliver of skin peeked out from between the edge of his shorts and the top of his boots felt almost promiscuous, like he was intentionally teasing the other.

"What?" Albedo snapped Aether out of his thoughts and the traveler shifted his gaze from Albedo's legs to his eyes. "You're not a fan of vanilla?"

"No, uh, vanilla's good," Aether stammered through his words quickly, taking the piece of candy and praying he wasn't too obvious.

Albedo tilted his head and blinked. "Are you alright? We can step out for some water if you'd like."

"No, no, I'm fine," Aether said with a shake of his head. He quickly unwrapped the piece of candy and popped it into his mouth, giving Albedo a wink as thanks. Once he was sure that Albedo was no longer paying attention, Aether's eyes returned to Albedo's legs. There was nothing special about the pale shred of skin; they were just thighs after all, but something about them tempted Aether to touch them, to tease the alchemist. He fought back at those urges successfully by concentrating on the subtle sweetness of vanilla in his mouth, rolling the piece of candy with his tongue, only to realize those intrusive thoughts were back at the forefront once the candy had dissolved. Without even realizing it, Aether's hand began to slowly reach for Albedo's leg and just when he was about to reach them, Albedo's hand caught him by the wrist.

'Don't,' Albedo silently mouthed to Aether, his eyes creased into a glare, which Aether could only respond to with a smug grin, wiggling his fingers just barely above the closest target. The two fought with each other from under the table, while remaining perfectly still for the others to see, but Aether won out in the end, giving Albedo's thigh a quick squeeze.

"AgHHA!" Albedo jumped in his seat, banging the bottom of the table with his knee, while slapping down at his thigh to stop Aether's hand, but the traveler had already pulled back, staring straight ahead as if nothing happened.

"Albedo?" came Jean's voice from the end of the table.

"Aha, my apologies," Albedo chuckled awkwardly to the room once he had recomposed himself.

"Everything alright?"

"I was just being bothered by an insect," he shot a quick glance at Aether as he spoke, before holding up the palm of his hand for everyone to see, "but I managed to get it."

Jean sighed, before giving him a smile. "Alright, glad to hear you're fine." Albedo nodded subtly. "Please, continue."

Aether snickered to himself once the meeting resumed, earning himself a displeased glare from the other. He mouthed an unapologetic 'sorry' to the other, watching as Albedo scooted his chair away from Aether, only for Aether to follow.

There was something fun and exciting about this, about messing with the normally aloof alchemist while trying to not get caught in the act, giving Aether that exhilarating rush. He wasn't sure how to explain it; maybe he enjoyed having that control over Albedo, but Aether's hand found its way to Albedo's bare thigh again, feeling the way he tensed under his touch. His hand rested atop Albedo's leg, moving not an inch as he waited for Albedo's reaction, or lack thereof.

When Albedo didn't move, Aether allowed his fingers to flower over the skin and that's when Albedo finally acted, placing his hand on top of Aether's. His own fingers tried intertwining with Aether's in an attempt to stop them from tickling him, but he was persistent and his fingers dug into the pale skin, making their mark each way they went, feeling Albedo's leg bounce erratically with each passing second. Aether took a look at Albedo's face and smirked at the way those teal eyes were creased shut, his lips pursed together to stop the giggles that threatened to spill out.

"St-Stop," Albedo breathed, nearly failing to stifle his laughter. "A-Aether.. stahahahap!" He slapped a hand over his mouth with wide eyes, but it was already too late.

"Albedo!" Jean shrill voice rung through the room, before she sighed and composed herself once more. "Albedo, I'll need to speak to you once the meeting has adjourned for the day."

Aether had to hold in his laughter as he watched Albedo look at Jean in disbelief, before turning to look down at his lap. Once things had calmed down, though, Aether caught Albedo leaning in once more and Aether did the same to listen to what the alchemist might have to say.

"I will deal with you later tonight."

#albether #albedo #aether #genshin impact #tickling

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lucluvr · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you can do a kaeya x reader high school or collage au

AHHH HI !!! so erm i got a little carried away with this one......i apologize, im just a sucker for highschool aus. i might write a college one later, but childhood friend/high school sweetheart!kaeya has me by the throat. anyways enjoy !!!

you and kaeya have been in the same class for years. youve seen his horrible hairstyles, youve seen him flunk tests, youve seen him shine in class, youve seen how people are drawn to him. that includes you. there’s this aura about him that draws people to him.

maybe it’s his good looks, his charming personality, or maybe it’s the fact you have a massive crush on him. ever since he helped you put on a band aid in the nurse’s office when you guys were 5, youve been crushing on him hard.

your heart flutters at the sound of his voice, you give him shy smiles everytime he waves at you. he always relies on you to help him and in return he’ll buy you gifts and small snacks as thank you. he often comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your shoulder, acting like this is normal. he calls you doll, especially in front of childe.

you sometimes wonder if kaeya feels the same. jean has said he talks about you a lot, you guys are always seen together, you know everything about one another, so maybe there’s a chance?

jean and amber eventually convince you that you should confess to him. youve been in love with him for over 10 years, maybe it’s time. reluctantly, you pull out a box of chocolates from your bag. you hold the box in your hands, tracing the gold lining on the edges.

your chest is tights. your throat is dry. should i really do this? he probably doesn’t even like me. he thinks we’re just friends. you sigh and thump your head on the desk, closing your eyes.

you think about every fleeting moment youve had together. from him helping you up when you fall in gym, to you guys making out in the janitor’s closet when you got locked in together, you feel anxious. i can’t do this. you shake your head and place the box on your lap.

“[name]! there you are, i’ve been looking for you!” amber exclaims, running over to you. you lift your head up and give her a small smile. jean follows closely behind her.

“are you ready?” amber whispers as she pulls a chair next to your desk. you sigh and shake your head. you’re not ready. you’re not even sure if kaeya feels the same way!

“[name],” jeans breathes, “it’ll all be okay, i promise. you can do this,” she encourages. he rubs your shoulder, reciting more supportive words. jean and amber know something you don’t. well, more like everyone knows. kaeya’s crush on you and your crush on him was obvious to everyone, except for the two of you.

amber had enough. she stands up abruptly and pulls you by the arm,

“alright, enough! get up, [name]. you’re doing this right now!” you try to retaliate, but jean holds the box of chocolates and aids amber in dragging you out the classroom door. they catch kaeya turn around the corner and push you in that direction.

“he’s right there, [name]! you can do this! good luck!” amber smiles sweetly. that same smile is plastered on jean’s face. they’re right. you’re just in your head about it! you take a deep breathe and turn on your heels, pursuing kaeya.

you turn several corners before you see the silhouette of kaeya against a wall. there seems to be someone in front of him. you walk a little further to get a better view of the boy.

to your surprise, he was not in fact talking to someone. his lips and arms were entangled with another. your stomach sinks. your heart stops beating. your eyes sting, and there’s something wet on your face? by accident, you drop the box of chocolates, causing a loud thud. the pair pulls away from each other and make direct eye contact with you.

kaeya’s eyes seem to widen at the sight of you and the girl in front of him clings onto his waist, hiding herself in his larger frame.

“[name]...” kaeya mutters out. his heart is racing. you weren’t supposed to see this.

“kaeya...im so sorry, i’ll um...i’ll leave,” you point behind you and start bolting in the opposite direction. you hear him call out your name, his feet scuffling against the concrete. you turn left, going towards the staircase.

“[name] please wait! i can explain,” kaeya calls your name numerous times. you ignore his calls and stare at your phone. right, i have to clean the classroom today. you open the door to the janitor’s closet and step inside. kaeya grabs onto your wrist, pulling your fist to his chest.

“doll, please listen to me!” he cries. you realize you’re crying too. you sob in front of him. you can’t control it. why are you even crying? you knew he didn’t like you. he was too good for you. you’re so stupid for thinking that someone like him would be into you. you’re so fucking dumb.

you retract your wrist from his hold, and turn around. your eyes scan the shelves in front of you, looking for the broom. your eyes are stinging.

“i don’t like her.” kaeya says suddenly. he doesn’t even know why he said that. it makes no difference to you, but it does to him. he’s making sure you know that you’re the only one in his heart, but he’s doing a terribly job at showing that.

he pauses for a moment, following your hands as they grab chemicals. he makes a rash decision. he pulls the keys out of the hole, throwing them in his pocket. he shuts the door of the closet. the two of you are left alone.

you jump at the loud sound. kaeya looks at you. you realize just how crowded this closet is. your feet are almost touching. you’re so close you hear almost how he’s breathing. he’s panting.

“can we please talk?” he begs. his voice is small, a drastic difference from his bold voice. there’s a small quiver in his lips. he looks like he’s about to cry.

“what’s there to say? you needn’t explain yourself, kaeya. we’re not even dating! it’s fine, i’m fine,” your voice trails off.

“you’re not fine,” he whispers. his hand cups your cheek. it’s so warm. his thumb brushes your tears away and his arm wraps around you waist.

“i’m not fine, kae,” you mutter, holding back sobs. the tears keep flowing down your cheeks. “i like you so much, you know that? i know you don’t like me back, but i’m so hurt. im so not okay right now. i want to cry so bad. why wasn’t that me? why didn’t i get to kiss you? i wanted that,” you voimit your feelings out to him.

“i like you too, so much. i love you, so much, [name]. do you know that? i was trying to get over you,” he confesses. “when i saw you with childe at that party last week, i thought i lost my chance. i thought that was it. i thought we would never happen. i’ve been trying to get over you, but no one compares to you, doll. no one does,” your lips are so close.

his hot breaths fans over your lips, your noses brush slightly. his moves your hair out of your face. you wrap your arms around his neck.

“you’re so stupid, you know? i love you too. but me and childe, we’re nothing. there’s nothing between us-” he doesn’t let you finish. his lips finally meet yours and he kisses you. one hand softly cupping your cheek, the other resting at your waist.

kaeya’s been waiting since the first day of kindergarten to tell you he loves you. he’s always loved you. seeing you walk in with childe at diluc’s birthday party broke him. he wanted to dance with you, he wanted to protect your drink, he wanted to be by your side. he was supposed to drive you home, not childe.

you didn’t talk to him at all that night either, so he assumed the worst. everyone before who he’s loved had walked off and left. he had faith that you would be different, you never gave up on him, yet when he saw that you didn’t say hello to him, he thought that was it.

kaeya’s always loved you, and you have always loved kaeya. that’s how it’s always been. and it will be like that forever. you two are inseparable. nothing will break this bond.

you push kaeya back slightly. you both gasp for air. a long awaited kiss. one that fixed everything. you both assumed things that weren’t true and you both made impulsive decisions because of them. you promise each other you’ll work on that, communicate if someone ever feels hurt or upset.

“i love you, my sweet girl,” kaeya sighs against your lips, diving in for another kiss. he won’t let you every leave him. you’re stuck with him forever, and he is all yours for eternity. even in your next lives, even if your located on different parts of the teyvat like adam and eve, you’ll find your way back to each other. kaeya is certain of this fact.

#kaeya x reader #kaeya x y/n #kaeya x you #kaeya fluff #kaeya imagines #genshin reader insert #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact #genshin fluff #kaeya genshin impact #genshin imagines

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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Pls pls ! For your lovely diluc event!

covering the other with a blanket when one falls asleep on the couch !!

(Also I wanna put a blanket on you, you work so hard 😡❤️)

Kiss kiss mwah

diluc’s birthday event | diluc x gn reader | wrn: sfw | + massaging shoulders, +drawing shapes on skin, +i think i’m falling in love with you’

Diluc looked exhausted. You were certain he was considering all that was on his plate today not to mention he was sure to hear some well wished even when he didn’t want to. You learned early on in your relationship how difficult it was for him to accept any good will on this day; you’d hoped he’d start to look further in the future.

So, as soon as he collapsed onto the couch, you found yourself right behind him, ready to offer a reprieve.

“How was your day?” You asked, fingers working the muscles in his shoulders as deftly as they could. Even though he was so thin, his arms and shoulders were definitely not. In a shirt this fitting it was easy to see the definition underneath.

“It was ... eventful.”

“I’m sure. How many people wished you Happy Birthday this year?” He groaned at your comment which told you it was more than he wanted.

“Plenty. This year Kaeya went too far.”

“What do you mean?” You asked as you moved to his neck and began to rub out the tension building there.

“He had Klee waiting for me near the Knights Headquarters. She’d put together this poster but it was inside and --” Diluc dropped his head in his hand and you could see the clench of his jaw in your minds eye. “Using Klee ... I swear he finds a new way to torment me every year.”

“Maybe it’s because he wants you to have a good day.”

“That makes me more suspicious.” You laughed at the dryness of his tone and pushed your hands around to the front of his chest so you could bring him to rest on the couch.

“Well you’re home now. I won’t let anything get to you.”

“Mmm.” Diluc leaned his head against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck and left a soft peck on his cheek. His hand found the top of your head rested there in comfort.

“Welcome home.” You whispered and he let out a sigh at the kisses you gave him.

After a while, he began to drift off. Slowly, he slipped further down the couch which made it harder and harder to massage his shoulders. You weren’t sure he was fully asleep until you heard the gentle, steady breaths slipping through his open mouth and even then you wondered if he wasn’t just ‘resting his eyes’ as he often did.

You let your fingers play with his hair for a bit before leaving his side only to return a bit later with a blanket. He must have fallen over because he was laying on his side instead of against the back of the couch where you left him.

Smiling, you draped the blanket over his body but left his arms exposed. He looked so peaceful dreaming like this that you wanted to capture it forever. So, as best as you could, you knelt down in front of him and let your fingers trail along his exposed arm. He didn’t stir, even with the river of goosebumps you brought with your touch. It made you feel over the moon to know he was so comfortable around you.

“You know, I always used to tell myself that friends don’t look at each other the way we did. It should have been more obvious to the both of us in hindsight.” You recalled evenings in Angels Share where your gaze would linger just a little too long, where his would be just a little to intense. How when the two of you got closer his eyes would drift to your lips or hand as if he was dying to know what it felt like to hold. You had an theory his feelings were more than a simple acquaintance but it required bravery to find out the truth.

It wasn’t until the night he share his true feelings with you that you finally understood the meaning behind all the stolen glances.

Moving closer, you brushed the falling hair from his face. He was so handsome you felt beyond lucky to be anywhere near his line of sight. “Hey,” You began as you leaned in, “I think I’m falling in love with you.” You whispered against his brow and, as your lips brushed against his skin, you breathed him. “Happy birthday, Diluc.”

@yoshikuno | @ 🎱 anon | @yaokii | @evanescentlight

#hazels drabbles #diluc X reader #genshin impact X reader #diluc ragnvindr #happy birthday my husband #happy birthday diluc #diluc birthday event #i loooove him so much

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dearbraus · 10 months

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Lovefoolೃ࿔*:･

— Lisa Minci

⊹ Details. 18+ minors dni, this is explicitly a selfship fic, usage of authors name (my name), third person pov, suggestive banter, alcohol consumption.

⊹ Run time. 1.0k

⊹ Note. I am nervous to post this, please be kind to me ;-;

⊹ Prompt. “Write about your ship sneaking a romantic moment together.”

The air of the Angel's Share was thick and heady with the scent of spilt wine and sweat-salted skin. For the first evening in months, the tavern is abuzz with more than the usual five drunkards. After twenty gruelling months, the Grandmaster Varka returned to Mondstadt. The expedition was a success as far as everyone else was concerned. The Grandmaster's presence alone was enough to bring the entirety of the knights away from their posts and piled into the first floor of Diluc’s bar.

Captain Kaeya seemed thrilled, along with Varka came dozens of men and the more than plentiful calvary he’d been deprived of since he took over the postage. He drank his fill, on Varka’s coin as did the bard in green— paid to help bring merriment with song but he seemed far more content to cradle a half-drunk bottle of dandelion wine like it was a lifeline. It may as well have been for him, he was more often seen with a pint than he was with a lyre. Lisa stifled a laugh as Venti— the bard— tossed a skinny arm around Varka’s broad and bulging shoulders, belting out a broken note before knocking his gold-plated chalice against Varka’s wooden mug.

Eden’s nose wrinkled up as ale and wine splashed over the rims and onto the floor. Tucking their boot-clad feet onto the last rung of the bar stool they were sitting on, Eden glanced back at Lisa. She’d spent most of the evening chatting up Jean who seemed both relieved and petrified at the prospect of being demoted. Lisa and Jean’s younger sister, Barbara, tried to reassure her that she’d be given her own company and that would soon fill her time. She still seemed queasy, nervously sipping at the cup of grape juice that she’d been nursing all night. Surely, it’d gone warm by now.

“Tired?” Lisa mouthed from across the room, the gold trim on her deep violet dress nearly glowing beneath the warm candlelight.

Nodding their head, Eden sent Lisa a pout.

With one last reassuring squeeze on Jean’s forearm, Lisa excused herself and made her way across the tavern. Her heels squelched against the sticky hardwood, Eden had to turn their head to cover up the giggles that bubbled to the surface as Lisa cursed under her breath. As soon as Lisa was within arm’s length, Eden pressed their hands against her hips. The heat of their palms bled through the thin fabric of Lisa’s dress, drawing goosebumps along the expanse of her bare thighs.

“Wanna get out of here?” Eden asked, pushing their bottom lip out even further, “It’s hot and extremely loud, I’m over it!”

Tracing her gloved fingers along Eden’s flushed cheek, Lisa sighed, “I know, the knights tend to get a bit rowdy when alcohol’s involved,” cupping your cheek, she frowns, “I’m sorry darling, I should have warned you.”

“No need to be sorry, you did say it was a party.”

Spreading their knee’s to let Lisa’s hips slot between their thighs, Eden shrugs their shoulders.

Lisa’s pale green eyes slide up the length of their thighs, lips falling into a frown at how their skirt has ridden upwards, “Eden, we’re in public.”

She says it like they’re just another naughty patron in the library, carrying a stack of long overdue books and wearing an apologetic expression. It edges on a scolding, and it thrills Eden, the authoritative edge and stern brows. They suit Lisa, and usually, Eden would push for more but they preferred that side of Lisa all to themselves.

“And? It’s not like anyone is paying any attention to us,” Eden hummed, peering up at Lisa through their lashes, “Unless you’re into that kinda thing.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, trying to bite back the witty rhetoric that lingers on her lips, “In front of all my coworkers? Sound’s like an HR violation waiting to happen,” She murmurs, her hands curling around Eden’s wrists to pull them up from their seat, “Why don’t we go up top, away from all the prying eyes, hm?”

Eden trails after Lisa like a lost puppy dog, the prospect of a few moments alone all too enticing after a long evening filled with false pleasantries and small talk. It’s quiet upstairs, the tables empty and the loud bawdy sound of the party drifted away as the two sequestered themselves into a cozy, dark corner. Hopping onto the table, Eden lays back against the dented surface, a small sigh of relief passing their lips. Lisa hitches one leg onto the table, leaning over Eden until the ends of her hair tickled their supple skin.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” she hus, her mouth just barely grazing theirs, “I’ll have to leave you here and lay in bed all alone!”

“You wouldn’t!”

The corners of her lips quirk up into a smirk, “I might.”

Tossing their arms around Lisa’s neck, Eden’s eyes flicker down to her mouth. They’re stained red from the valberry juice she sipped between glasses of champagne, the tart sweetness has probably lingered too. Her breath fans across Eden’s face, cooling their garishly flushed cheeks.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” Lisa whispers, sneaking in a small peck between her words, “It means a lot to me Eden, I know this isn’t how you would have liked to spend your Friday night.”

Lisa allows her lips to meld against theirs, tongue and teeth laving over Eden’s bottom lip until their mouth falls open into a gentle sigh, “I love you Lisa,” they mutter, weaving their fingers into her silky tresses, “I’ll be happy anywhere, doing anything, so long as you’re by my side.”

“Yeah?” Lisa asks, her voice growing small as she brushes a few strands Eden’s hair away from their eyes.

“Yeah.”

Their lips plant a sloppy kiss to the corner of Lisa’s mouth, leaving a single, pale pink kiss mark against her flushed skin.

“I love you too, Eden,” She says as she rests her forehead against theirs.

#fawn; in love #fawn x lisa

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dkniade · 2 years

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Behavioural Report of Sir Kaeya

Characters: platonic Sucrose and Kaeya, with Lisa and Tartaglia as side characters from my team

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: Kaeya suffers from touch-starvation

Author’s Comment: the original script for this was back in 2021 November wow it’s been a while. I think it’s wholesome! Characters and setting belong to HoYoverse

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Naturally, as a researcher in bio-alchemy, Sucrose is well-versed in the needs of different life forms. She knows that food and water are essential for all creatures. She knows that one must treat others kindly. She knows that touch is essential for one’s well-being.

Yet Sir Kaeya is the person who she least expects to be sensitive to touch.

That day, Tartaglia and Lisa were off experimenting with potions and elemental techniques, and the other half of the team wandered around Windrise. It was the perfect time for Sucrose to test out her hypothesis and observe Kaeya, the ever-charming yet mysterious knight.

“Sir Kaeya…” She approached him cautiously.

“Hmm? What is it?”

How should she say it without offending him?

“You always seem very… alone.”

Kaeya hesitated at the concern reflected in Sucrose’s large, golden eyes. The accuracy of this statement seemed to frighten him, Sucrose noted. She noticed it for the first time in him and saw how such a simple statement seemed to break through multiple layers of his defense.

Oh, to think a mere sentence from young Sucrose turned his silver tongue to lead… But he must not drop his guard. Not before Sucrose, who had just joined the team recently. A few moments after, Kaeya forced himself to speak again, this time with a softer smile than usual.

“You read me just like that? As expected of an expert in bio-alchemy, I guess.”

“I didn’t notice it before, but recently, the signs are more clear now,” she said, hoping not to offend him with this honest observation. After observing Kaeya for only a few days, she’s realized he doesn’t seem too comfortable with touch from someone as energetic as Mr. Tartaglia. “Do people not touch you often, Sir Kaeya?”

“Well, people show affection in… various ways.” Though, it has truly been a while since he’s felt properly loved. Those golden hours were long lost within the winery’s crimson dawn.

“I know touch is an important thing for all living creatures, so…” Sucrosed slowly reached out her hand with the movement of someone about to pet a small animal. “May I hold your hand? And you don’t need to worry about chemicals. These gloves are clean.”

Kaeya looked at Sucrose’s small hands. She specializes in bio-alchemy, meaning her potions have the ability to enhance and modify the makeup of living beings. He couldn’t rule out the possibility that there lingered traces of poison on her gloves, even if it was unintentional.

Sucrose’s small voice rang out again: “I’ll take them off, if you don’t believe me?”

“If you’d like,” he said with a smile, still.

Ah, and she was aware of his distrust… Just when would he fully trust his dear teammates and companions? Kaeya watched Sucrose take off her gloves, and hesitantly reached out a hand for her to touch. As soon as Sucrose’s small hands came into contact with Kaeya’s gloved hand, his fingers twitched at the warmth. So kind, so gentle, so foreign.

“S-Sorry—! Do you not like being touched?” she asked, about to draw back her hands.

Fighting his momentary hesitation, Kaeya found himself holding onto Sucrose’s bare, vulnerable hands. Do not let go. Oh, by the Archons which he barely believed in, do not let go of him. Even though her touching the star-shaped decoration on the back of his hands stirred up within Kaeya a wave of nervousness, he hoped that she would not pry his hand away. Not again. Not like that, ten years ago.

“No,” Kaeya said with a softness he didn’t know he could conjure up. “Quite the opposite, actually…”

“Sir Kaeya… Do you feel less alone when I hold your hand?”

“Let’s just say… it’s quite a comforting thing.”

Sucrose is not privy to his past, of course. She grows worried for Kaeya, concerned about why he’s so sensitive to touch. People need to be touched in order to survive. People need to be patted, hugged, held, so that they know they’re loved by those that care for them. So why does Sir Kaeya seem like he lacks so many things?

“May I hug you, Sir Kaeya?”

“My, how bold of you to ask such a question. But sure, go ahead and—”

Colours. That shade of clear blue present in the sky. The grass in Windrise which swayed so gently within the wind blessed by the Anemo Archon. The birds chirping within the land of freedom. The sound of rushing water through the creeks. All this was brought to his attention the moment Sucrose came in contact with him. Was it only because she was a bio-alchemist, or that she was finally another person he could consider a friend? The hug was surprisingly firm, yet not uncomfortable. Kaeya almost felt like crying.

He looked at the silhouette of Mondstadt in the distance, the lively chatters from its citizens still audible even from here. Blessings from the Anemo Archon: another friend. Kaeya slowly wrapped his arms around Sucrose and hugged her back.

Sucrose, meanwhile, silently studied Kaeya’s body language. The first thing she noticed was that his hands were rather cold, but that was to be expected from a Cryo Vision holder. The second thing she noticed was that his body was rather tense when she hugged him. This poor knight, so amiable yet so unused to genuine affection.

“Sucrose, I think we can dispose of formalities, no?”

“Are you sure? Just Kaeya is fine?”

“Just Kaeya is fine.”

In Sucrose’s opinion, if there’s one word one could use to describe Kaeya, it would be “frightened”. But like all other living creatures in the world, she’s ready to give him all the love he deserves. Maybe this wouldn’t change him immediately, but she’s sure it’d help him greatly.

Until that knight can feel sure of himself and his existence, then.

#dusk fan writing #genshin fics #kaeya #sucrose #kaeya alberich #genshin fanfic #team dynamics

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