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yaekiss · 2 months

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since your normal requests are still open （＾ω＾） i absolutely NEED to go next door to my darling kaeya!!! he can’t just be so devoted and adoringly obsessive without being rewarded! after that little show of a picture he sent, can’t quite be satisfied until i ravage him the way we know he wants </3

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, no gendered terms for reader, Kaeya calls you "my heart", unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Kaeya, unhealthy attachment from reader, stalking (from Kaeya), mentions of biting and marking (Kaeya receiving), handjob (Kaeya receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is a (long overdue) sequel to this love letter from a previous event (now closed!) Sigh I really meant to finish this a lot earlier, first it was supposed to be your birthday present then when that date passed by, a v-day gift of sorts,,,,, But it's here now!! Hope it's kind of what you were looking to read @pulpbeing !

The whole walk over to the next room, regardless of how short it was, you were barely cognizant. It was hard to be, when mere minutes ago, it was revealed to you that your lover was some sort of obsessive stalker. (Yet, why does your heart still hammer so hard in your chest?)

Each step draws you closer and closer to Kaeya, and before you even register it, you’ve reached the door to his room. It's the very last one in the hallway. The room opposite his is vacant.

Your blood thrums under the skin of your fingers as you reach out to the smooth cold handle on the door, as if the mere act of crossing that threshold could shatter everything at once.

And to your surprise, the door swings open without any resistance.

The second your foot pads onto the carpet of his room and the door locks behind you, the atmosphere turns electric as a singular starry eye bores into you from where Kaeya is lounging on the bed.

And there he is. Draped in the same lacy white lingerie in the scandalous photograph he sent to you. As if the sight in the picture wasn’t stunning enough already, the sight of your lover before you outright steals the breath from your lungs.

Adorned in naught by the gauzy fabric, you drag your gaze down from his face, to the crimson-stained trail left from that trickle of wine from his lips. The sheerness of the lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination with the way it snugly hugs his figure. The curve of his chest, his slender yet toned physique, stark white garter belt against the flesh of his thighs.

It's all ridiculously tantalising to you. And he knows it.

“No need to just stand by my door, my heart. You can do more than just gawk at me, you know?” Kaeya all but purrs out to you from where he’s seated, his one eye squinting as he grins.

Somehow, your body has already betrayed your warring thoughts within because when you next blink, you’ve crossed over to the bed, the mattress dipping as you take your seat beside him. His grin grows more blinding at this and he squeezes in closer to you, until your thighs are touching.

“So the cat’s out of the bag, and now you know I’ve been tailing after you in Fontaine like some lovesick dog off a leash,” he sighs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just admit to stalking you.

He fixes you with a gaze, “How exactly does it make you feel?”

“Is it fear?”

The silence grows when you don’t respond, as if you know in a deep twisted part of your mind, that despite this, Kaeya would never harm a single hair on your head.

“Or is it desire?”

And it’s at this, that your heart thumps.

The kiss is messy, more tongue and spit than anything else but you can’t be bothered when you’re busy removing the lingerie still on him. He melts into you as your hands wind around his frame, unravelling and undressing him from the flimsy layers of white lace that dare to separate him from you. When you watch the pure white tumble from him, perhaps he’s not the only one whose desires drive them wild.

A breathy moan leaves him as you leave bite mark after bite mark across the expanse of his neck. The feeling of your teeth pressed against his skin, the pressure and force behind it threatening to break past the surface. You’re kind enough to grant him one last hickey prior to pulling back and briefly admiring your handiwork.

Hands trailing down his side, you graze your fingertips over his hips before you settle a palm against his length. Just before he can roll himself up to rut against your hand, your other hand grips the side of his hip, stilling him as a protesting noise slips past his lips.

“You’ll move when I say you can. You can do that for me, yes?”

Docile, he nods and simply watches on as your hand wraps itself around him. You can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s holding himself back, resisting the urge to fuck into your hand. Aided by the precum drooling from his tip, you glide your hand slowly up and down, marvelling at the way his breath hitches and eyes screw shut whenever you twist your grip exactly where you know he likes it.

It doesn’t take long before you can tell he’s reaching his limit. His breathing grows clipped and ragged and his groans and whines become increasingly needy. Every time his hips jerk involuntarily, your hand stills, prompting him to plead pitifully for you to continue. He makes quite the sorry sight before you, and your heart twinges with the need to watch him come undone.

Deciding you’ve toyed with him enough for now, you lean in, whispering, “Go on, let me see how you reward yourself.”

His pulse jackrabbits as you lave your tongue along his jugular, panting out broken “thank you”s at your generosity while he frantically chases his release, rutting into your hand. A quick twist and he’s spilling over, crumpling in on himself as he moans unabashedly at the pleasure you’ve shown to him. He has his chin hooking over your shoulder and arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug whilst riding out his high, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

Suddenly, your world tilts when Kaeya pulls you down onto the bed, you lie atop him, trapped in his embrace.

And coy as he is, he slithers next to your ear and whispers breathlessly, “It’s alright, you can have your way with me,” you can feel his heart pound from beneath you, your pulse matching his.

“There’s no one next door anyways.”

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chococolte · 1 year

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ask, and u shall receive... sorry for the long wait, but i finally have more bots, so here they are:

SAGAU Venti

SAGAU Xiao

SAGAU Kaeya

SAGAU Scaramouche

make sure to rate their responses and to regenerate any u dont like ^^

#[🦇] — sophie's musings #sagau #self aware genshin #yandere genshin #sagau venti #sagau xiao #sagau kaeya #sagau scaramouche

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sugawarassoccerlover · 2 years

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dating Kaeya Alberich isn't always the pretty, glamorous life everyone assumed it would be. he isn't the "no problems" man he pretends to be. he tries to keep his baggage, his hurts, in, but it always came out. some days it looked like you coming home and finding your bedroom a mess. things thrown around, a wine bottle broken and spilled on the ground. but the saddest sight of all being Kaeya curled up into himself in the corner, shaking. when you walk over to him, he looks up at you, tears streaming down his face without stopping. and it breaks you. his eyes have the look of a heartbroken child, with the vunerability of a newborn. when you crouch down to hug him, he immediately goes into your arms, wrapping his own around your waist, pulling you into his lap so he can bury his face in your chest. he's sobbing now, tears staining your shirt, not that you minded. shaky hands reach up to grab onto your back, clenching your shirt as if you'd disappear if he didn't hold tight enough. he continued to cry openly into your chest as you stroked his hair softly, your other arm around his back securely. it wasn't always pretty to be in love with Kaeya Alberich, but you wouldn't have it any other way. he trusted you with his everything, his soul, his life, his past, and you'd be damned to break that trust.

#kross' musings ✧#this was in my drafts and i forgot to post it lol oopsie #i just want to love him #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #gi x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya ragnvindr #kaeya genshin #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya comfort #kaeya angst #genshin angst #reverse comfort #genshin reverse comfort #genshin comfort

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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absolutely smitten

warning: comfort / fluff - reader and character are recently engaged - character perspective (short read) | spoiler: childe’s real name

includes: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao

character x gn reader | anthology

a-n :: i added a song to each story! listen to gather the feelings I felt while writing each passage, read them slowly for the best feeeeels - links to the song are next to each characters name)

albedo (about us)

the ring he’s chosen is handcrafted with love. the band a rich and elegant metal that appears to shimmer like water in the afternoon sun, the stone a perfect encapsulation of his feelings for the one he hopes will wear it forever. it’s bonded in the fabric of time, by the blood of the heart that beats for eternity, and the hopeful desires of a man whose lived long but feels like a child at your side

he’s lost in thought but his eyes linger on the hand that’s moving feverishly across the page. words have finally lost all meaning, questions eluding him are answered, mysteries left unsolved as the universe comes into clarity at the locus of your finger. he blinks, shakes his head, attends to the person whose asked for his attention but as soon as they are gone he returns to watch you and capture in graphite what he sees.

he had a suspicion you’d say yes but there was always that worry, that tickling fear in the back of his heart that his hypothesis of your love was one sided. so to hear your reply and know you’d have and hold him for the rest of your days, he has found his emotions overflowing; and he can’t stop smiling.

Albedo isn’t one for sharing, so the news would have to come from you, but as soon as it’s uttered and those celebrating with good wishes turn toward him, his cheeks are painted pink, white teeth flash in a smile, but his eyes have drifted to you - there’s no mistaking it, the data is in ...

Albedo, the Chalk Prince, is absolutely smitten; he’ll never let you go.

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childe (steep hills of vicodin tears)

the ring he’s chosen represents his promise. a promise to be yours forever; to honor, to care, and protect you. if tomorrow he lost it all - his name, his title, his livelihood - this ring placed on your finger would hold him together and make him whole once again. by wearing it you have become his family, and his family will never be lost nor taken

it flashes in the morning light as you settle on the edge of the riverbed. your working away, minding yourself, but he can’t stop noticing the ring; you move and it rattles his heart until he cannot take it anymore and the colors of the gemstones are lost in tufts of orange. how are kisses able to feel so different - what magic rests in that band around your finger?

at times he thinks about you. this isn’t anything new, but now it’s images your hand resting in his, of your bare skin pressed against him while a lazy finger draws circles on his chest, and the ring he placed there casts life across the bedroom. he hears the sound of your laugh as you pour out your gleeful reply to the question he never thought he’d ask. he sees your outstretched hand reach for him - just for him. he blinks but his thoughts never drift far from you.

past down from generation to generation, this familial bond has always been a treasure and now he gets to share it forever with the ring of his mother and the love that was always meant for you. what a fool in love ...

Ajax of Snezhnaya is absolutely smitten, he’ll never let you go.

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diluc (feel first life)

the ring he’s chosen matches you so well. it took him months of searching, travels all across the lands to find the perfect stone and the perfect band. it’s imperative that its exactly right for it has to rest, for an eternity, on the finger of the love of his life's - he’s spared no thought, nor expense to find it

he holds your hand so delicately as if it’ll shatter in his grip. it carries so much of his future that he can’t bear the thought of being it’s downfall. the ring flashes in the light and it makes his stomach flip, it catches on his thumb as he runs his finger across your own, affirming the love he’s known all along. he can’t take his eyes off the symbol circling your finger, the promise to be his.

at times it draws his attention when he should be focused on something else. you wave goodbye to regular patrons and he sees it resting, perfectly, on your finger. you’re jotting down a note, some fleeting thought that comes and goes, but he notices the way it stays steady, prominent. he kisses you goodbye while you’re sleeping soundly and he can’t stop himself from resting his fingertips on yours for just a few seconds more.

he remembers the day he met you, the day you shared his feelings, the day you said yes with tears in your eyes and a smile so bright it would put the stars to shame. he remembers every second of his life with you and, now, he has the priviliage of being yours forever until the end of time. he is in love, so in love ...

Diluc Ragnvindr is absolutely smitten, he’ll never let you go.

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kaeya (the misty veil of may)

the ring he’s chosen is a reflection of his love for you. the star shaped diamonds that encircle a gem of radiant blue have been specially crafted to fit you. the band is cold in his hand but when it rests on your finger it burns so intensely he can feel it in his heart - he’s speechless, for the first time in his life

you reach for his cheek and he captures your hand so easily. yearning lips press against the fingertips you’ve offered him. he catches sight of the ring you accepted and his mind races; new questions left to answer, decisions to be made by a pair and not just one, promises, vows to swear and keep forever. he adjusts your wrist so he can see the shimmering gems reminding him you are his, and he hides his joyful tears in the cracks of your fingers.

it makes him insatiable to see you hold a glass, when you to touch your fingers to your lips every time you’re lost in thought, the way you cover your eyes when annoyed by his games. you huff, but the glittering ice on your ring finger tells him that, no matter how far he pushes, you’ve promised to stay. so he relents and wraps his arms around you hoping you can’t read his insecurities through the tightness of his hug.

he still can’t believe it’s true - he never thought he’d have someone like you - and now his world has grown a little larger. the family he always dreamed of can finally take root in the rings you both wear.

Kaeya Alberich is aboslutely smitten, he’ll never let you go.

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zhongli (mysterium)

the ring he’s chosen is the most lavish of it’s kind. forgo the price, damn the payment plan, Zhongli has purchased the most extravagant ring he can find. they say a three months salary but he’s paid the price of a mountain to spoil you - a rock this size could damage the hull of a ship (maybe that’s why you haven’t been invited to the Ocean Pearl in sometime)

he’s rather proud of the way your head has lifted, at the way you brighten up each time someone gawks at your ring. zhongli doesn’t mind helping hold it in the safety of his hand while you offer thanks to the flurry of congratulations. he wants it known you have been securely taken. even when he’s not around. though he would never bring it up himself, he’s not shy to the surprised exclamations when they appear - a simple bow of his head is enough to hide the smile tugging at his lips and the intensity of his pounding heart.

when you wrap your arm around his so he can escort you, his eyes flash to the ring, to your face where his desires to kiss you become so strong he may take a detour just to indulge for a moment. when he helps you get ready in the morning, assists with meals, retrieves the book high on the shelf; he simply adores taking your hand. each time he’s allowed, it provides him reassurance that his proposal to have it forever has been secured.

partnership is a commitment, marriage is a bond. you know who he is, but it’s never held you back, and, now, he desires to take you completely in - this ring is a contract of his devotion and as soon as you accept it ...

Zhongli, the great Archon Rex Lapis, will be absolutely smitten, he’ll never let you go.

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xiao (Varoeldur)

the ring he’s chosen is simple, but irreplaceable. its a collection of all the most meaningful parts of him bound together in a circlet that reminds him of you. the box that holds it was shaped from the wood of the tree where you first met, the stuffing keeping it safe are the same flowers you once placed in his hair. the band is a piece of his spear shaped and enchanted with his protection, the bead that rests in the middle is a part of his soul - to be bound with it’s mate in this, incredible lifetime

the path has always been narrow; just enough space for him to walk forward. darting lights destined to be snuffed out until the world returns to the dark familiarity he knows, but now the road is wider, larger, because of the radiant one who called out his name. it’s soft, beckoning glow showed him there was more than this diligent path he swore to follow - bands of color, shades of hue completely new to the lonely yaksha were brought forth because of you. he sees your light even from afar. it beats in his heart, it engulfs his memories, it takes root in his soul and now he has been swallowed up by the comforting calm of your love.

xiao is always surprised by the quickness of his eyes as they flash to your hand. he’s unsettled by how incredible it feels when you touch him - a caress of his back, a soft, ‘im here’ against his arm, dancing fingers running through his hair. he’s melting into you and the feeling is so overwhelming but each time he notices the ring on your finger, he becomes grounded, solid, whole, once again.

even though he may not show just how much you mean to him, there is no doubt that if the world were to turn to darkness tomorrow, you would be there to bring back the light.

Xiao, the Vigilant Yaksha, is absolutely smitten, he’ll never let you go.

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tragedy-of-commons · 2 months

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thinking about having lisa minci as a best friend.

imagining her with you, a bit of an anxious recluse. i think she would take care of you, in her own way - watching over you if you doze off in her library during your persistent visits.

your love for books rivals some of the scholars she had interacted with during her time at the akademiya, making her reflect back on memories previously buried under powerful magic and the passage of time.

it takes a while for her to earn the privilege of hearing your endless rants and info-dumping, but when she does, she swears to protect you at all costs. she thinks you're adorable, and your potential is intriguing!

over time, she helps you come out your shell a little; slyly introducing you to some of her friends that she thinks you'll get along with, encouraging you to pursue opportunities you'd normally pass on due to your shy nature.

the latter especially applies to her off-the-cuff suggestion one day, among comfortable silence, "darling, have you ever thought about applying to the akademiya?"

"..i have, but i'm not smart enough for that. the entrance exams are notoriously difficult, and admissions-" lisa holds a hand up, gaze sharpening. "you absolutely are gifted. but don't think about the pressure right now - is studying there something you'd truly want?" you fiddle with a teacup that she filled just moments earlier. "yes. very much so."

"in that case, i know what we're going to do every friday in place of these tea parties!" you gulp in fear.

it's actually just studying. studying a ton, and with lisa as your study-buddy, who prepares you for the entrance exams like a grizzled warrior. she's strict, but it pays off, because you learn a lot. you learn so much that lisa is convinced you don't need the safety net of the study sessions anymore.

being supervised by your best friend during your entrance exams, who actually admits she's an accredited scholar and alumna of spantamad, is nerve-wracking. after, when you're finished and try to back out of actually mailing it in, she scolds you halfheartedly and makes sure it's submitted appropriately.

the weeks go by, and you're not checking out as many books. your leg bounces habitually when you both chat. it makes her frown at the sight of you fretting. but when an envelope addressed to you is delivered to the favonius library's p.o. box one day, lisa is more excited than you are. "cutie, you have to open it! you've been waiting for months!" your fingers tremble around the thick parcel. "b-but what if - what if i didn't get in?" you murmur, doubtful.

"but what if you did?" she counters.

there's a tense pause, and she beams with pride whenever you rip open the envelope with a resolve you're rarely comfortable showing.

your eyes scan the first paragraph of the letter, and lisa holds her breath.

"i did it! they even stamped my application! oh my gods," you're gasping, voice increasing in volume. "i'm going to the akademiya!" this is the only time she'll allow someone to break the "no yelling" rule in her library. "you're going to the akademiya!" "i owe it all to you," you launch yourself into her arms, and she embraces you in tandem. "thank you, so, so much!"

"you did that all on your own, darling. i told you, you're gifted - but you applied yourself, worked extremely hard, and you did it."

from her vantage point, she notices the twinkling of a dendro vision that definitely wasn't there before, resting in your favorite place to sit.

"i did it." you smile, hugging her tighter, unaware of the blessing behind you. she can only hope you'll make decisions you won't regret from here on out. as lisa's best friend, she'll miss you, definitely, but she knows you'd miss the opportunity of chasing your dreams even more.

she'll always be rooting for you, wherever you are.

#✧ my musings #platonic lisa x reader #lisa genshin impact #platonic genshin x reader #lisa x reader #genshin impact #lisa & reader #genshin x reader #ok this is just me. doing something #needed a break from the longer thing im working on #so this is an impulse #WHY IS THIS LONGER THAN THE KAEYA DRABBLE..

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dearbraus · 5 months

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i humbly also request kaeya 🙏🏾💗

Kaeya has a bit of a dumbification kink. He knows you work hard, that you need to turn your brain off a bit and what's a better way to do that than by having you get a bit dumb on his cock. You're his precious one, he loves you a lot, he'd do anything to make a long day slightly more bearable.

send me a character and i'll give them a kink

#with love.#sealed with a kiss #from. tetsuskei #musings #w. kaeya #genshin smut

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baskettt · 1 year

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“i’m afraid i’ll hurt you. i’m not…” his eyes only told you that he was lost, searching for the right words to convince you of his unparalleled criminality without terrifying you. whether it was the present, past, or potential future.

“i’m no good for you. being with me will only cause you hardship and anguish,” he breathed, looking into your unbothered gaze.

he begged the archons for you to listen. jeopardizing your safety is the last thing he’d want.

you sigh.

“it’s hard to separate good and evil these days.” you don’t smile, though you’re tempted. you knew he had the best of intentions in telling you, but you didn’t care.

“but it’s even harder to separate me from you,” you grin suddenly, turning towards your lover. his heart skips a beat. he wants to say something, but words die in his throat. archons, you were enchanting. “i mean,” you shrug, “for all i know, you could be a saint, dear.”

you both pause for a moment, then burst into a fit of giggles. his more flabbergasted at the absolute fantasy of your statement; like you don’t know about the horrendous acts he’d committed — the acts he’d commit even now.

“i love you.” his head snaps towards you. “regardless of who you think you are, what you’ve done, and who you’ve hurt…”

— “i will always adore you.”

CHILDE, WANDERER, DILUC, KAEYA, (or whoever else you think is befitting.)

#genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #ajax #wanderer #childe x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche #6reezy — musings #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc #genshin diluc #genshin kaeya #kaeya #kaeya alberich

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reallyrandomtj · 2 years

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@frcsthearted . @prettyboywarrior

“Imagine judging someone based on appearance... Someone hasn’t met NOELLE who is a MAID training to become a Knight. Wields a CLAYMORE better than Knights double her age ~”

Don’t mind the Calvary Captain, he knows better than to judge people based upon their physical size... its why he would accept Yulia and Noelle as a Knight if he wasn’t stuck as a Captain without any Calvary ~

#blog: dash commentary #muse: kaeya #tj: also kaeya... why are people like this?

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forgedxhearts · 1 year

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@diverse-hearts asked: “finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.” - Diluc @ Kaeya

Welp... so much for that, he supposes...

Kaeya's only response at first was him rising his eyebrow as he turned to look over at Diluc and the young man couldn't help but to hide his face partly behind his mug of choice for the night. A long and overdue sip from his drink as he was buying time to take a guess as to what Diluc wanted to talk about with him.

"Pretty sure I've paid my remaining tap so... I wonder what Master Diluc would want from me~?"

#diversehearts #forgedxhearts #muse: kaeya #(( kaeya in other words- “i just got off from work what now” lol ))

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frostwnd · 1 year

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Choking / Dress up for Kaeya?

scale: fuck no, gross, not for them, eh, no opinion, kinda, hot, fuck yes, p l e a s e do this

"Oh? You want my opinion on this sort of thing? My, who knew our dear honorary knight was so nosey!" A hand placed over his heart as Kaeya feigns surprise, even if his expression is simply amused.

"I think you'll find this answer to be a bit more common than you may think, even though some may not want to admit it." A grin, as he peers at Aether. "Now... do tell what spurred this questioning on?"

#risingsol #muse: kaeya #//whacks him w a newspaper

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yaekiss · 8 months

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#Mailroom Open! Love letter from @kaeyaksha:

hii, i’d like to have a love letter delivered to yan Kaeya A. and get a nsfw reply back! he/him pronouns and i have no preference for nicknames. the contents of the letter read:

“To the moon that shines my nights,

It’s been dreadfully long since i’ve been able to delight in your company and i’m afraid your absence will eventually cause me to lose my mind. Every morning I open my eyes and hope to lay beside you so I can admire your heavenly smile, my hands’ only purpose was to hold your face so I can worship it unceasingly, and now that you’re away I find no use for them. My concern for my sanity grows since last morning when I mistook you for one of the guards on duty and almost threw myself at him in a fit of madness.

In my depravation of my dear moon i’ve found myself gazing at the satellite in our sky in hopes that it’ll cure my longing, but my efforts were in vain for not the moon and the stars in the night sky can compare to the light in your eyes.

I can only hope your business in Sumeru concludes soon so that I can fall back into your arms once again.

From your yearning and anguished lover, who can’t phantom the idea of a single day going by without you lips on mine.”

There’s also a dark blue box smelling of lavender, inside there’s a bottle of wine with a ribbon attached to it and a pair of pearl dangly earrings.

(The envelope is stained with numerous lipsticks kisses and contains a printed picture:)

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! Male! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, reader referred to as "boyfriend", Kaeya calls you "my sun", mentions of alcohol, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Kaeya, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Your letter to him almost got lost amidst all the mail but fret not! It's safely delivered to him ^^! I heard he recently sent another letter from Sumeru to Mondstadt using another mailing system with express delivery, wonder what that's all about... ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

Kaeya’s parcel is dropped off at your doorstep by the time you get home. It’s a simple gift box and atop it, sits a stunning peacock teal ribbon. A firm tug on one end of the ribbon unties it and allows you to remove the lid of the box.

Inside the box, are the different gifts and souvenirs Kaeya has lovingly prepared for you while he’s been away. There’s a picture frame tucked to a side, of which contains a photograph of him and Klee donning marvellous new outfits. He’s carrying Klee on his shoulders as the bright sunlight streams in from the trees behind them but it’s nothing compared to the blinding grin on their faces. Scribbled on the back of the frame in red crayon is an adorable “We miss you! :D”, no doubt from Klee.

Setting the picture frame down in its rightful position in your home, you continue going through the box. Included is also a considerable variety of regional snacks and bottled drinks from Sumeru that he thought you might like.

And finally, tucked at the bottom of the parcel, is an envelope containing Kaeya’s reply. The envelope is plain and unassuming, save for a lipstick stain at the back, right in the middle where the tip of the cover flap kisses the envelope. Opening it up, you fish out the parchment tucked inside.

The paper is lightly perfumed, a familiar scent that you’ve found yourself missing these few weeks with Kaeya away. His handwriting is relaxed and leisurely, and there are a couple tiny hearts doodled in the margins of the letter. His letter reads:

“To the sun that lights my days,

Ah, how I've missed calling you that, I feel like I've been gone for way too long! You've been on my mind so much lately, my dearest sun, I fear you might not be the only one to lose your sanity.

Truly, it feels like an essential part of my being has been ripped from me. Without you around, I've grown somewhat restless. I can no longer sleep as well as I usually do when I have you by my side. The warmth from you next to me has become so necessary for me to have a good night's rest. If I look lethargic when I return to you, please don't tease me too much, my sun. :(

I've also found myself, unfortunately, rather pent up. It seems that I've grown addicted to the pleasure, the salvation, only you can bring to me. When I think about your lips on mine, fantasise about your fingertips tracing down my sides as you whisper all the things you want to do to me in my ear, I get so terribly lovesick, you can't even begin to imagine it, my sun.

I desperately crave you, to worship every inch of you, to just be close to you. You have me dedicated entirely to you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Which is why my heart nearly stopped when you said that you had mistaken a guard for me and almost thrown yourself at him.

(This part of the letter seemingly has been written with more force, the paper is a little wrinkled, almost tearing towards the end of the paragraph.) Now, my dearest sun, I wouldn't want you to think of me as someone overly jealous or possessive, but the thought of another individual receiving your romantic affections has me... I would tear the heavens asunder just for a mere touch from you, my sun. After all, what use are the gods to a sinner who has found utter paradise in his lover?

Perhaps we need to spend more intimate time together, so you can etch every part of my body into your memory. And if you felt generous enough, you could even mark me up, stake your claim on me so that everyone will know that you have me as your moon. <3

By the way! Thank you for the wine, you know just how to cheer a lovelorn cavalry captain right up. The flavour is lovely, just like you ;), and I wish I had you here to appreciate it with. Oh! I tried on the pearl earrings too and Klee said they looked nice on me, and I have you to thank for that as well. We really should get more matching jewellery, how about it, my sun?

Alright, I've gone on long enough for this letter. If you want more, you'll just have to write to me again, my dearest sun. Don't make me wait too long though, I might lose my mind!

Your ever-infatuated moon,

- Kaeya Alberich -

P.S. I chuckled at the picture you sent me, but I think we both know that it's your name I'll be screaming and moaning when I finally return to your side ;)”

It's a nice touching letter to receive from your beloved, save for that one more... concerning part. You rest the letter in your lap as you think back to the incident with the poor guard. Even though you had managed to stop yourself from hugging him, he was caught unawares at your sudden movements.

Apologising, you explain that he just reminded you of your lover away in Sumeru. However, all you received in return was an expression of shock as he looked away and shakily muttered something under his breath, “Captain Kaeya’s… boyfriend…”

These few days you can’t help but notice that the guard has been more tense when you’re around, keeping his eyes trained right ahead, never once looking directly at you.

You can’t help but wonder if it had anything to do with your Kaeya.

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berryblooo · 10 months

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I think it's very telling that the seemingly "random" characters brought together in Veluriyan Mirage all have a connection to a fallen nation and a secret form.

Idyia is an Oceanid who was exiled from Fontaine after the former Hydro Archon, Amrita, perished when helping save Teyvat from the Calamity. She assumes a human form to not scare people.

From a fallen nation / exile

Alternate form, disguised as human

Kokomi is a descendant from Enkanomiya. Kaeya is a descendant from Khaenri'ah.

Kokomi is theorized to be the Hydro Vishap reincarnated. Kaeya... well, that presents an even more interesting question.

Anyway, HoYoverse chose this cast of characters intentionally, and it makes me very excited to see what they have in store for Kaeya and Kokomi.

#genshin impact #genshin spoilers #3.8 spoilers #veluriyam mirage #sangonomiya kokomi #kaeya alberich #bloo writes musings

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rhine-gold-archive · 2 years

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Hello hi can you PLEASE make Kaeya's part into a separate post, all of that post is great of course, but I'm actually going feral over how you write Kaeya 🥺💗

First time sub afab! Kaeya x GN Dom! Reader

A\N: well, I wasn't kidding when I put "blatant Kaeya favoritism" in the warnings of the original post, I guess might as well post it as standalone. Not cutting up the other parts tho, they are not nearly as much invested.

edit: Part two

Warnings: nsfw, fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, cock stands for cock\strap

Wordcount: 2,2k

You may be a sinner \But your innocence is mine

He doesn’t tell you that it’s his first time. In part, he’s curious if he can pull it off, make you think he knows what he’s doing. He’s confident and graceful enough to seem smooth, and an amazing kisser, tongue sliding against yours on the exquisite edge between sensual and filthy. A blush that would look bright on someone paler just gives his ochre-brown skin a warm pinkish underglow.

Another reason is that inexperience is always a disadvantage and he doesn’t like showing weakness, only lets people have as much power over him as he knows he can take back or work around. He doesn’t want you to know how your lips on his throat make a shiver run down his spine, how a liquid tangle of nervousness and desire grows in the pit of his stomach when you unbutton his shirt, expose more and more of his skin. He shrugs off his jacket with a pointed carelessness, confident smirk never leaving his lips when you fully slide his shirt off his shoulders.

There’s no reason to see this as something special anyway. He wants pleasure, not complications, and if you knew, you might get presumptuous ideas that it means something or, archons forbid, decide to get feelings involved. You might treat him differently, slowly and carefully, like he’s fragile, which he detests. He had to be on guard since he was a small kid, he can handle sex. He likes the unrestrained hunger in your kisses, how roughly you grab his hips to pull him closer, how your hand slides between his legs to find him already wet.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asks with a smug smirk, unbuckling his belt.

There’s another reason, deep down, in the darkest corners of his mind, that he thinks about only very drunk and doesn’t speak out loud even then.

He doesn’t deserve gentleness, judged unworthy and left for dead a long time ago. It’s a good thing that he realized it’s better for everyone if nobody cares about him too much. Sex is just for fun and nothing more.

“I don’t want to waste any more time getting to the good part.”

He lets you push him down on the bed, leans back on his elbows and lifts his hips to help you pull off his pants and underwear, a barely noticeable flinch of his thighs when he stops an instinctive urge to close his legs.

“Oh?” he raises an eyebrow with a playful complaint. “And I was looking forward to teasing you a little more.”

“Well then, go ahead. Anything you want, my knight. And I’d love to see how you plan to do it after already…” you flick your eyes over his naked body and smirk, “baring all of your cards.”

He scoffs pridefully, lifting his chin, making sure not to show that you calling his bluff caught him off-guard. It doesn’t matter, he was never the one to back down on his bets. He always liked a challenge and he’ll be damned if he can’t put on a show. If he was marked a sinner just by birthright, might as well get some fun out of it.

So he arches his back and spreads his thighs, an intoxicating feverish thrill from how hungrily you rake your eyes over him mixing with both his own arousal and nervousness into a heady, daring mix. “This is not even half of my cards… and you might never see all of them.”

His heartbeat echoes in his ears, fast and loud, but he holds your gaze with the same teasing smirk as he runs his hand down his body before slipping a finger into his wet cunt. The way you watch him, captivated, hungry, spreads the liquid fire through his veins, he grins wolfishly, wild, radiant. It feels so good, how he can make you move closer just by arching his neck and moving his fingers, like tugging a string, an almost gravitational pull between you bodies, desire strong enough to be honest at least in something, and at least for five fucking minutes it doesn’t matter who he is, just what he is now - wanted.

“Is this teasing enough for you?”

“You win this round without question,” you lean down, hovering over him without touching, and he lets out a breezy chuckle.

“Then what are you waiting for? Give me my prize.”

You claim his smiling lips and slide your finger into him, and he surprisingly feels much tighter than you’ve expected. He takes a few ragged breaths, a torturous, sweet burn of both of your fingers stretching him makes him dizzy. He tries to smile nonchalantly, but it’s a little too much, both pleasure and discomfort and the shamefully shameless way his legs are spread and both of you are moving inside of him, fingers touching, working him up.

He doesn’t want to come undone while you’re still too pulled together, too in control, so he throws his free arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer.

“Come on, fuck me already.”

“You’re still a little tight, baby.”

He scowls, tensing up, so you kiss his jaw soothingly. “Just a bit longer, don’t worry.”

You misinterpret him, he’s not worried that it’ll take longer, he’s worried that you even cared enough to take longer, and even worse, that there’s something small fluttering under his collarbones at the thought that you might care.

“I thought you wanted to get straight to the good part,” he challenges, purposefully arrogant.

“I’ve already got there,” you gently pull his hand out and bring it to your mouth to kiss his knuckles that still have his taste on them. “Seeing you mad with pleasure *is* the good part.”

He blushes, breath hitching for a second, fingers twitching against your lips. Probably because he’s irritated at how stubborn you insist on being for no reason, treating him like he’s made of glass.

“It’s fine. I can handle it. It always feels like this.”

“I don’t know what oafs didn’t bother prepping you properly before fucking,” you ease another finger in, “but I know how to treat a treasure when I get my hands on it.”

“I bet you tell it to any pretty face you get into your bed,” he says dismissively, his face showing nothing, but you can feel him tighten around your fingers. You didn’t expect that he’ll react to the offhand remark and even more, try to hide it, so instead of joking in return, you answer seriously.

“Of course not. And you know that you’re so much more than a pretty face.”

He raises an eyebrow with a crooked smile.

“Oh, really? Could I seduce you with my strategic planning skills? My unmatched talent for creating ice bridges?”

It’s weirdly endearing how inconspicuously he tries to fish for compliments, hiding it under sarcasm. He was always so confident and flirty, you didn’t consider that he might be used to giving compliments more than to receiving them, which seems like a terrible oversight on the parts of both society and you.

“Your sparkling charm. Your effortless sharp wit,” you tell him, intentionally without even a hint of irony, while slowly stroking silky tight walls inside of him. “The way you look after people, even when you hate to admit it. How you are smart, funny, capable and lovely. And too proud to admit that you want anything of this recognized.”

He opens his mouth to retort and somehow can’t find any words, gasping for air, his thoughts tangling uselessly as your fingers move faster and faster, your thumb pressing on his clit.

“See, I couldn’t say it to anyone else,” you whisper into his ear, curling your fingers to hit his sweet spot, feel him pulse and buckle his hips. “Because there’s no one like you, Kaeya.”

It’s the way you say his name, low and tender, that finally unravels him. He moans shakily, digs his nails into your shoulders, rocks himself onto your fingers, toes curling on the bedsheets.

“Yeah, baby, just like that, come on.”

You fuck him through the waves of pleasure, until movements of his hips become jerky and erratic. Then you slow down, but don’t pull your fingers out, just lightly circling his clit with your thumb, and his cunt aches, too sensitive and raw after orgasm. He closes his legs, but it just drives your fingers deeper. Instinctively, he reaches out for you, but you catch his wrists with your free hand, pull them up over his head and feel his walls clench.

“Hmm, you like that, don’t you, baby? You should’ve told me beforehand.”

He didn’t know he liked it himself before the very moment current of arousal ran through his body when you grabbed his wrists. Now, as you hold him down, looming over him, fluttery desire is wounding up tightly in the pit of his stomach.

“Isn’t it more fun to discover things for yourself?” he tries to sound nonchalant, but his voice comes out rugged, huskier than usual. “I told you I don’t show all of my cards at once.”

You chuckle, giving him a light kiss, one of your hands gently stroking the tender underside of his wrist and the other - his swollen clit. He looks gorgeous sprawled under you, slender and long-limbed, muscles tensing under the smooth skin, flushed and breathing heavily in the afterglow, his cunt softly throbbing under your caress.

“Well, I could have prepared something if I knew, but I guess we’ll just improvise.”

You tie his hands to the bedframe with his own cape. He can tell it’s strong enough to keep him from struggling, but not too tight to hurt or stop him if he really wanted to get free. He likes that, the binds on his wrists certainly feel good, but he’s not used to this, would hate to feel actually trapped.

You stroke his inner thighs when you spread them, press the head of your strap\cock against his entrance. He watches you slide into him, breathing heavily through parted lips, hands that tied over his head balling up in fists, but from the intensity of the feeling, not the pain.

“See? Doesn’t it feel better when you’re fully ready and opened up for me?”

He bites his lip and gives you a deliciously wicked grin, his voice dropping almost to a purr. “Fine, I’ll admit… You win this round.”

You catch his mouth and drive your cock deeper inside, until it’s buried to the hilt, and he moans into your kiss, rises up in a shaky, shuddering wave, his knees trembling closed and falling apart again when you start slowly moving your hips.

He rarely gets drunk enough to lose control, even slightly, no matter how much he drinks, and when he does, it’s always a conscious decision, a trade-off to forget himself just for a little while, even if he fully knows he’s going to feel like shit afterwards. Now he arches into you and closes his eyes with the same feeling, but it doesn’t matter. No one takes dirty talk during sex seriously.

“You can do whatever you want to me,” he whispers against your skin, barely audible, all in one breath like taking a shot of firewhiskey, “but tell me that you want me.”

“I want you more than anyone else,” you keep gradually increasing the rhythm of your movements, drink sweet choked gasps from his lips. “I want to take you whole, everything you have,” you reach between the two of you to stroke his clit, and he shudders, his long legs circling your waist to hold you closer. You see his long fingers twitching and reach up with your free arm, cover his tied hands with your own and intertwine your fingers. His breath hitches and he clasps at your hand almost painfully hard, and just for a moment he looks truly vulnerable and raw, no games, no smokes and mirrors.

“Promise me… Tell me that even if…”

He stops himself, shuts his eyes and bites his lip hard enough to draw blood, but the helplessness and yearning in his voice already cuts you like a knife.

“Kaeya, what is it? Tell me, what do you want?” you can feel him closing off no matter how much in your power his body is. “Anything for you, baby, just tell me.”

He comes apart, filled by you, legs tightening around your waist, fingers of his tied hands intertwined with yours, clutching hard enough to make even his tan knuckles whiten. When he’s arching in your arms, he blindly finds your neck with his mouth and lightly grazes it with his teeth, half a kiss and half a bite, leaving just a smudge of blood from his lip. Then he goes slack, his legs falling apart limply, his fingers letting go of you with a final shudder.

You slip out of him, but don’t let go, gently cup his cheek, his unsaid pleas still ringing in your ears.

“Hey, what did you want to say?”

He looks away for a moment, then meets your eyes with his usual easy smile.

“Nothing, You know how people talk gibberish when they’re close.”

#rhine writes filth #sub genshin #genshin smut #sub kaeya #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #did i agree to make a separate post just to put that lyric from muse's 'undisclosed desires' as preface?#...maybe #its a perfect kaeya song ngl

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