#kaeya mean teasing bully

[hiiie]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 !!

𓆩♡𓆪 summary - how they hold you while getting intimate

𓆩♡𓆪 characters - Kaeya, Alhaitham, Kaveh x fem reader

𓆩♡𓆪 warnings - we're doing it raw today guys, creampie, teasing, degrading, mirror fucking, kaveh gobbling up yr pussy

✧ ALHAITHAM ✧

Another mean one, he always has his ways with you, it’s frustrating really, to have him dominate you, push your face into the silky sheets on his bed, bully his way inside your gooey cunt, degrading you until you’re sobbing, all while holding your hands tenderly

His balls slapping against your ass so harsh making sounds echo through his room, you almost felt pity for his roommate until that one particular thrust pulling your thoughts back to him, making your back arched in an inhumane way, you’re so sure that you wouldn’t make it through tonight without snapping your spine in half

“Tell me…do you want me to cum inside hmm dear?”

“Aah-! Please!” His hand applying pressure on your abdomen with a shit eating smirk on his face, knowing full well you love it when he does that, when his eyes met yours his breath got caught up in his throat

His deep green eyes bore into your glassy teary ones, you can’t help but look down where both of you were connected, a combination of your cum and his making a mess, his fingers now toying with your pussy

“Cum with me then”

It was like magic, his words had a heavy impact on you, he leaned down kissing your cheek so sweetly that you could’ve melted on the spot, you came alongside him, strings of his warm fluid painting your insides white, some of your combined liquids flow out your gaping hole as he pulled out

✧KAEYA✧

Holding your waist with one of his hand and the other on your thigh, drawing spreading it wider for him to access and admire his prized jewel. His thrusts are getting quicker, sharper, his hips banging against your puffy clit so hard it made your eyes roll to the back of your head making you see stars, mouth agape but alas no words came out of it, you let out a breathy moan of his name.

It was as if he actually fucked you dumb and turned you into his mindless cumdump

“How adorable” he leaned close beside your ear, cradling your chin between his pointer finger and thumb “Does my cock actually feel that good huh..” his breath makes you tingle

He pulled away, admiring his latest artwork, he his hand leaves your waist and presses down on the bites he made on your collarbone, “N—ngh” earning an annoyed whine from you

“Tsk what a spoiled brat”

He stopped his thrusts completely before pulling his cock out of your pussy, he left you alone, all messy and wanting more

Sure you can call him a bastard and other mean names but he’s the only who could make you cum right now but he's capable of refraining himself from touching you unless you get on your knees and beg for him

Oh— don’t expect him to be gentle either.

✧KAVEH✧

A mirror placed in front of you, on it reflects a pornographic scene of you getting fucked by your lover, not in a brutal way, no no kaveh would never

Oh he’s just so soft, so gentle and so patient with you, he holds you in the most loving way possible, his arms around your waist protectively helping you bounce on his cock, hands lingering everywhere on your body but your pussy, mumbling sweet I love yous into your ear, you can hear every little sounds that escapes through his pretty lips

The loud groan when you ‘accidentally’ tighten around him whist his cock brushes against your cervix, directly sending tingles down your spine, giving you goosebumps

He licks a stripe down your jawline to your shoulder, then proceeds to suck and nibble on it, leaving evident bite marks, marking his property

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the lewd scene in the mirror, because you know that he’s looking right at you like a predator eyeing it’s prey. He’s mumbling praises, even adding words you didn’t knew existed until now, worshipping your body like he’s your devoted little believer, your moans sound so heavenly so angelic to him

His grip on your waist getting tighter as he gets closer to sweet release, peppering gentle kisses on your skin, you'll think this is over? nahh its just the appetizer— he hasn't even got to the main course yet, are you that cruel to let him starve and not allow him to eat you out?

[moraxsthrone]

♡ ⋆｡˚ — WHEN HE PUTS IT IN

ft. diluc, itto, kaeya, thoma, zhongli (separately, x f!reader)

be warned: nsfw. mdni.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — DILUC

oh my gods, is there a more attentive, conscientious lover than diluc ragnvindr? the redheaded vintner has been kissing, licking, and sucking nearly every inch of your body in his candlelit bedchamber for almost an hour. your fingers are tangled in his soft hair as you pant into his mouth when he rises to kiss you. your legs are still shaking from the orgasm he sucked from your clit mere moments ago when the underside of his big, veiny cock drags slowly between your slippery folds. “f-fuck me, luc,” you breathe as he holds your face in his rough, loving hands. finally, his leaking tip catches on your opening; the pressure and delicious drag of his girth against your tight walls as he spreads you open takes your breath away. “fuuuck, you always feel so incredible when i take you, my love,” diluc groans against your neck as you suck him in deeper and deeper.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — ITTO

honestly has almost no self-control. the moment he dips his monstrous cockhead inside your cute pink pussy, he’s bullying his fat length inside you with a growl, one thrust after another. but he’s not a mean or selfish lover, no. he just gets a little…excited…sometimes. so all you need to do is gently remind him, between sobs, to go slow. and he will, apologetically. your oni will tower over you, strong hands planted firmly on either side of you, holding himself up to keep most of his weight off you. he’s going much slower now, almost too slow as he carefully nudges his heavy cock against the resistance put up by your tiny, wet pussy. keeps asking “are you okay?” “does it feel good?” “am i hurting you?” “are you sure?” when the broad head of his beast-cock eventually kisses your cervix, there’s still two inches of him to go. but he handles you like a porcelain doll until you dig your heels into his firm ass and demand that he start fucking you already.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — KAEYA

his cock bounces when he swipes his thumb over his slit to collect a drop of his pre before pushing it to your lips. “tell me, how do i taste, lover?” you moan, eyes sliding closed as you suck his salty flavor from his thumb. “so, so good, kaeya. i could drink you like wine, baby.” he smiles, pleased as punch with your answer. “perhaps that can be arranged,” he purrs, sultry as ever. “i’ll have plenty more where that came from…” he pauses to slap your clit with his cock a few times…"after i ruin this beautiful pussy of yours.” watches you with fascination, those gorgeous heterochromatic eyes of ice and gold watching every flutter of your eyelids, every quiver of your lip, every crease of your brow as he fills you up with his perfect dick. your hole stretching around his thick tip as he pushes it through with a soft pop. you fill his mouth with whimpers and coos as he fills your sweltering cunt with his throbbing cock.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — THOMA

has been dry humping you for what feels like hours, the rough material of his pants soaked with your need as he grinds his hard bulge against your clit. you’re keening and squirming under him, nearly in tears. “what’s the matter, pretty baby? is something wrong?” thoma asks, his tone so sweet and innocent that you almost believe he doesn’t know until you see his crooked smirk and the teasing glint in his kind, green eyes. “t-thoma please…need to feel you…please!” ever the pleaser, he raises to his knees. you watch, licking your lips as he unfastens his pants and pushes them down to mid-thigh. his pretty cock - long and pale with an angry red tip - springs out and slaps his taut, naked belly with a wet smack. “how can i say no to my baby when she asks so politely?” he guides his erection to your opening, pre drooling from his slit as he gives it a couple of strokes just before pressing inside you. you’ve been so keyed up for so long that the second his cockhead rubs against your sweet spot, you cum on the spot, mewling and pawing at his chest. but thoma doesn’t stop there; he just keeps on easing his length through your slick, clenching walls as you whimper and whine his name. you squeeze your thighs around his narrow hips as they begin to rock, mercifully rewarding you by spreading your sopping wet walls around his girth again and again and again.

♡ ⋆｡˚ — ZHONGLI

presses his blunt tip against your opening then settles down on top of you, sinking inside one exquisite inch at a time. wants to be close to you and look into your eyes as his cock invades your helpless little cunt. the intensity of his golden gaze is too much; between his beauty and the way he’s easing his godly cock deep inside, you have to look away, too overwhelmed to maintain eye contact. but he quickly corrects you as his thumb caresses your flushed cheek. “darling love, open your eyes. look at me when i’m entering you,” he says, a low growl rumbling in his chest and your slick oozing out around his wide base when his balls finally press all the way against you.

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[whitevelvet-ly]

shortie!

PAIRINGS: kaeya x reader, scaramouche x reader

HEADS UP: short!gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic, crack, short like you

A/N: I know everyone doesn't have a canon height but like... scara's fanon height is like 5'3 or something and I'm 5'2 😭😭😭 can I at least be taller than the short men please 🙏 // it's gonna be winterrr soon yayy // someone sent me a request ✊✊✊ YAHOOSDAJ I will get to it soon 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

KAEYA ALBERICH

⇒ kaeya is so mean

⇒ will give you the stuff on top of the fridge only after a minute or so of teasing you

⇢ fatherless and nationless behavior 😁

⇒ stops eventually because you're getting mad but anyway

⇒ even if he's like that it's ok because you get to make up for your height by climbing on his back

"y/n, you're tugging on my hair—"

"okay and? 😊"

⇒ payback

⇒ if you're a concert kind of person, you basically get vip front row seats because you got this tall man with you (like in any tall-short relationship)

⇒ he's a bully but there are a few perks to being around him

1) can help you get up ridiculously tall stools

2) free piggyback rides‼️

3) the guy looks like a scary bodyguard sometimes because of the height difference between you and him (+ he's a calvary captain) so you can ward the bad guys away

⇒ and more

⇒ but still, again, kaeya is mean so it's gonna be a 50/50 if you try asking him to get something for you

⇒ if he does do it, he'll give you head pats before actually doing what you request

SCARAMOUCHE / WANDERER

⇒ this man...

⇒ he's so SMUG about it

⇒ scaramouche is more of a bully than kaeya he's so annoying I'm sorry

⇒ you have no idea how high his ego was when he met you (guess you could say it reaches heights he couldn't haHAAAA)

⇒ finally!! someone shorter than me!! is probably what he was thinking

⇒ will pretend that he couldn't see you

"huh?? oh, I didn't see you there, sorry"

"I'm literally just a few inches shORTER THAN YOU"

⇒ but then again he can't reach the things you need because he's basically almost as short as you

⇒ that's what keeps him in his place hehehe

⇒ also gives you head pats like kaeya but in a more... menacing way

⇒ just... the aura around him 🤠🤠 I'm sure you know what I mean

⇒ he's too prideful about it so make sure you bully him for his height as well

[scaradooche]

Genshin characters high school au head canons

Childe- Popular boy that everyone likes, mean as a joke, but I feel he definitely can be mean, he would tease a bunch, petty asf, loves his family obviously. He would probably be in some kind of sport, would probably be the captain of whatever sport team he’s on since he’d probably be really determined to be the best on his team, ngl I feel like he wouldn’t be rich but it just feels right to make him rich

Aether- Smart popular kid, I feel like he wouldn’t be reserved but like I guess semi reserved if it makes sense. He would definitely love hanging out with his sister and friends. He wouldn’t deal with peoples bs except if it’s his friends bs. He would be really sweet tho

Lumine- She would be popular like Aether. I feel like she’d be a little more outgoing then Aether. Lumine wouldn’t deal with anyones bs and I mean anyones she’d probably call you out for ur bs. She would be sassy as hell also sarcastic.

Xiao- He definitely would be really reserved and quiet. He would have friends obviously but he’d still be reserved. He’d be a really dry texter. He probably wouldn’t know any slang terms. He definitely would be smart tho. I feel like he would be nice to his friends even if he’s the most quiet one in the whole group.

Kaeya- He would be a popular kid. He definitely teases people so much that it would seem like bullying. I feel like he’d be barely passing any of his classes. Frat or fuck boy??? I’m not sure tbh.

Heizou- He would definitely be seen as annoying by a good portion of people but he’d probably popular. Flirty as hell and loves to tease people a lot. He’s nice and if you need help with academic stuff he’d help you. He would be smart.

Yanfei- Would be nice and smart. Always would help people with stuff. She would be smart. A really good friend to have tbh.

Mona- SHE WOULD TOTALLY BE A ZODIAC GIRLIE. The first time you meet her she would probably ask your zodiac sign and base you off of what you say. She would definitely use tarot cards and give her friends readings. She would be broke as hell on a daily basis can never ask her for money cuz she would never have money.

Rosaria- She would be reserved off. She wouldn’t take anyones bs just like Lumine. People who aren’t friends with her would probably and most definitely think she’s cold. She gives real good advice in anything.

Hu Tao- She would always find a way to be in some kind of stupid drama even if it’s just like a quick mention. She’s the girl you go to if you want to know good drama. She would joke about killing you so she can get more money. She probably wouldn’t be able to take most things seriously.

Thoma- Would be really helpful no matter what. Would be that one dude everyone had as their childhood friend and everyone knows. He’s such a sweetheart. He would definitely help you with anything you need help on. He would tease just a bit.

These are the head canons I personally think genshin characters would have. If you don’t agree with something you can always tell me and leave suggestions. Some of these are definitely out of character. If you want any other characters tell me and I’ll try to write head canons.

Also tysm to my friend Navi for helping figure out most of these head canons.

[apompkwrites]

I imagined that after everyone deals with Idia's overblot is when Yuu gets found in Dottire!Shroud's lab, so I had headcanons for this.

Part 1

Next Part (Ingo!Vanrouge, Older!Crowley, and Bodyguard!Al-Asim)

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Sans!Zigvolt

You wanna see a teen go from 0 to 2000 in span of a few minutes? You wanna see him do it again, but this time at Crowley?!

Man's pissed the hell off at Crowley's level of incompetence. This is the first time in a long time that anyone seen him this angry. The anger even scared some of the dorm leaders due to how normally chill Sans!Zigvolt. It took Kaeya!Kingscholar, Katakuri!Leech and Ningguang!Grotto to talk/calm him down.

After he calms down, he goes to check on Yuu and almost never leaves their bedside in the school infirmary. He often skips classes to hang out with Yuu and occasionally Malleus since Malleus often visits Yuu as much as possible after what happen.

♣︎☆

Ningguang!Ashengrotto

One of the main ones to pay for Yuu's medical bills after what happened to them. They occasionally visit Yuu to see if they're recovering well and don't care for NRC's rivalry with RSA since any friend of Katakuri!Leech and Sans!Zigvolt is a friendly acquaintance to them.

Got Yuu a whole sercuity force to protect them and therapist to deal with the trauma. They also made an offer for Yuu to seek out RSA assistance if this wasn't enough to help.

Somehow, they and Older!Crowley managed to get Yuu more things to identify themselves like ID and a home with Older!Crowley to go back to and things related to stuff they like.

♤♡

Kaeya!Kingscholar

From Teasing Boy to Protective Lion in instant. Probably stays closer to Yuu after the whole kidnapping even if Yuu said that they're okay. No one hurts his friends and gets away with it!

Probably bares his teeth a lot more to the Shroud Brothers than he realized. He doesn't hate them, but he just doesn't trust them especially around Yuu.

Another one to ditch classes to hang out with Yuu and keep a close eye on them. He already lost loved one, he wasn't ready to lose a beloved friend amongst the Black Sheep.

☆★

Katakuri!Leech

Goes from stoic to scarily furious in instant, but it's more of cold fury than anything. He is now Yuu's personal bodyguard at this point and that means no one is allowed to bully them at all.

A lot more vocal about Yuu trying to help people after the kidnapping. Crowley isn't getting away with anything anymore especially around Katakuri!Leech who Crowley is probably scared of.

Doesn't skip his classes like Sans!Zigvolt and Kaeya!Kingscholar, but does visit Yuu to tell them about his day in class and what they did during the usual Black Sheep Club meetings. He often bring donuts with him to share with Yuu while he's visiting.

ooh love some comfort <33

love the idea of sans!zigvolt going apeshit but calming down to take care of yuu :)

and ningguang!ashengrotto would probably fight to get yuu treatment, either in RSA where they can guarantee the success, or at a hospital of their choice.

kaeya!kingscholar would become a bodyguard no doubt :DD

and katakuri!leech is extra muscle!! ugh yuu isn't gonna get into any trouble with these guys around.

[crystalflygeo]

Combine Zhongli and Kaeya equals a menace

no seriously combine Zhongli and Kaeya is going to be a menace just look at him, he's going to tease the fuck out of you for sure going far as making out with you in public don't care who sees, groping you shamelessly and if he's feeling a bit frisky he WILL fuck you with the door to his office halfway open so anyone can see, hear how he's fucking you when he's suppose to be working and if he's not in the mood to tease you he'll just take you on a stroll while telling you stories of old or just be at home and randomly pull to cuddle doesn't matter where in the house you're going to cuddle.

"What was that for well I was just making sure everyone knew who you belong with that kiss"

"Oh how can I resist not groping you it just makes me want to kiss and ravage you right where we stand"

"Oh does me fucking you with the door halfway open turn you on that much"

"Anyone can come and see me fucking you like a beast and you screaming for me to breed you, to give you my thick creamy load that's going to overflow in that tight cunt of yours"

"Mhm maybe next time I should make you suck me off under my desk while I do paperwork or during a meeting no"

OMG A MENACE INDEED!! take away the prim and proper and turn zhongli into a flirty cheeky lil shit

ASZXCFVHNJMLC sheep those lines are SO GOOD he would SUCH a teasing suave mf (I mean Kaeya already is but-) Just imagining Zhongli with that lil bit of his personality oh he would be a shameless TEASE I can't he would bully me fr :c

THAT ART IS SO GOOD THO HELLO??? 👀💕💕💕

[126dvtn]

hi reida!

it's been a while - how are you? i hope you're being able to rest between your duties. this ask might be long because i'll try to answer everything in one go lol sorry in advance (?)

well, that childhood friend is one that didn't stick around, but we follow each other on social media so it's interesting to see what they've been up to~

i spent all my funds trying to get tighnari because he's so hngnhn but instead i got diluc. i think i summoned him with the skin i bought. i'm still upset, and he'll sit on shame corner for a really long time, but at least i have guaranteed scara now. in a way it's all going according to keikaku lmao i hope fox boy comes home at some point tho.

is it bad that i laughed about the atrocities comment? because honestly SAME but like. it's still funny to me. and no, it isn't weird JDKASJLDA but i don't think it'd work?? from the vibes i got from him during the archon quest,,,, he'd probably just walk away rip

about the leaks: bro i really, really hope we get to see that mf get the anemo vision. i'm betting we will, but who knows. he is a puppet without a heart, and anemo visions (based on the pattern i noticed) are usually given to those who lost something important or broke/will break free from something, so. fits him, i guess? i think it's a wip for his boss battle; there have been some new leaks about the color scheme of (what i assume will be) his playable outfit that i'll link later because i'm writing this on my computer rn lol as for the voiceline......... no problem, i'll just go cry in a corner now because reading that broke my heart in a million pieces dhskjahdsjka

i- listen. it worked. congratulations bc i feel bullied. the line that hurt the most was "you might have to prove yourself worthy" lmaoooo i was over here like bro i am doing my best have some mercy. but being honest if kaeya was mean to me i'd cry, no hesitation. maybe not in front of him but i absolutely would.

about your letter: ...great, first you give me tears by bullying me and then you give me tears for being kind and loving to me /jjjjjjj but honestly, thank you, i do feel loved <3 i enjoy our conversations too, and even though you don't know who i am, i consider you a dear friend. i'm glad i'm able to give you some reprieve from school workload. and thank you for the cookies, i have a sweet tooth so they were perfect lmao also, here.

i'm glad i was able to help you and also someone else with the little 'read more' message :3c i'm uh. not doing so good, mental health wise, but really, it's nothing you should worry about.

—👁‍🗨(you really like hugs, don't you? it's nice, i like hugs too.)

ok, new design leaks i mentioned in my previous ask (that i hope went through since it was long): link 1, link 2.

HI!! i'll put my answer under the cut <3

OH GOODNESS IT'S REALLY BEEN SO LONG!! how are you :3

;0; may diluc be worth your money SOBS but i'm wishing you lots of luck with your pulls!! did you manage to get anyone special in the time i've been gone? BUT HELL YEA guaranteed scara!!! my guy is finally free after all the leaks you've been sharing :D

AND YESS you were right he did get anemo!! the new colour scheme is so pretty AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE BOSS FIGHT SOBS.. i watched a playthrough and i sobbed so hard <//3 i may not play genshin anymore but if there's anything you wanna update me (esp about scaramouche) i'm willing to listen :3

NOOO i give you bandaids to put on your heart kaeya would never be mean to you (real) </33 but the thought of him play teasing you though 0-o

AND AWH my friend i may not know your identity but i know you through the things we talk about and i love that <33 I GIVE YOU a ghost hug back :3 hope you're doing alright, if there's anything you need to open up about i'm here!!

[tearsasmascara]

GULAB JAMENNNN I LOVE IT SM ugh im craving one so bad </3333 i also love love haleem sm

NO BECAUSE MY SHOELACES come out so fast and i have to tie them every two seconds my shoes are literally disintegrating like serious

CHILDE WOULD TOTALLY TEASE you on height if you’re short </333 but all affectionate we know hes gonna use that to his advantage

OHHHHH hmmm that might be the case with the mbti thing because i was so conflicted what type i was so that might make sense hm hm hm i probably have to try and research stuff again

I ALSO SAW the 6w5 enneagram thing on your bio and if you like could you explain that to me? i’ve tried to find stuff online but that just left me really confused and i would like to know what these numbers mean 😓😓

HQOSHKSS YES! also what’s haleem? oh oh what’s your comfort food?

HAHAHA no the amount of people that tell me to tie them </3 THEYRE SO BULLIED (my shoes) i kinda want black doc martens tho

YES who else would tease you. kaeya. diluc occasionally. HEIZOU <- !! scara sometimes but that’s if you’re shorter than him HAHHHAA

yeah, if you want i can give you themis’ curated mbti (trademarked) test and i can try to type you hehe !!

BRO I COULDNT TELL YOU IF I TRIWS I TOOK FHE TEST RANDOMLY SHDKHD let me research more about it and i’ll let you know !! what’s yours?

btw sorry for the late response i was kind of burnt out BUT DAMN YOYR TAGS ON MY FIX SHDKHS IM AO HAPPY YOU LIKES IT <33

[pookiesatoru]

JUST THE TIP, OKAY?

contains : afab!reader x a variety of men from different fandoms [jjk, tokyo rev, aot, genshin, knb, psycho pass & csm], definitely not just the tip for some of them, teasing, edging & breeding <3

i really just needed to whore out for some of my faves so this fandom hybrid post was born lmaaooss, anyway yeah this– this ruined me and i hope it ruins you too :D likes / reblogs are appreciated and feedback is always welcomed <3

!! minors & ageless blogs, dni !!

HE'S A BULLY!

he's soooo mean about it :( will not move no matter how much you beg him. you’d crave the way his cock would be so deep in you, it always fills you nicely and while you're shaking with desperation, he'd just look down at you with a smile. "look at you, all fuckin' needy for some cock, hey?" has the audacity to lean back and admire you from above. brings his thumb down to your clit and rubs it in circles while he pulls his hips back and then pushes his cockhead in just a little. he has so much self control, you don't know how it's possible honestly because you're losing your mind. "going dumb just from my tip?" he questions, fully aware you won't be able to answer because you're trying to move your hips, trying to get more of his cock because you need to be fucked, you need to be full. but he ! just ! won't ! do ! it ! edges and teases you until you're a broken sobbing mess, tears and snot running down your face. and maybe, maybe, he'll fuck you. or not. he could just keep playing with your clit and edge you another couple of times <3

gojo, toji, sukuna, eren, nahoya, sanzu, hanma, makishima, aomine, kaeya & childe

TEMPTED TO GIVE IN!

the second you beg for him to move, he's literally fighting off the urge to move. he's a soft dom after all, just wants you to feel good, but boy does he want to see you a writhing mess under him. every time your cunt clenches around his cock, his grip on your waist tightens a little. "fu– fuck, baby... don't do that..." he'd grunt out, gritting his teeth together as he draws his hips back and pushes the fat tip back into you again. it hurts, the head of his cock is so big it feels like it's already splitting you apart, and his cock would feel even bigger but he refuses to give in :( "pl-please–" you sniffle, looking up at him with eyes full of tears, they're threatening to fall. "want more, i-i need more, please! please... jus' fuck me, please. want your cum." the second a single tear falls from the corner of your eye, he's wiping it away immediately. "'s okay baby, i got you." he'd whisper, letting his forehead rest against yours. "g'nna push in, 'kay?" he'd warn, and without wasting another second, his cock finally fills you up. all you can do is mumble out thank you as you hold onto his arms while he starts fucking you like you deserve. "'m gonna fill you nice 'n full... you want that? yeah? nice and full, gonna get you pregnant." <3

megumi, nanami, kogami, ginoza, aki, levi, jean, kazutora, inupi, mitsuya, draken, kise, hyuga, teppei, diluc & zhongli

GETS TOO PUSSYDRUNK!

honestly... it does not take long for him to go completely dumb from your pussy. the second his cockhead is pushed into your entrance he groans, eyes fluttering closed as he starts to blab. "hnn– feels... feels s'good. such a–ahh– a nice lil' cu–nt" he's so dumb already, it's adorable. he barely lasts a minute. "need to fuck you– gonna fuck you. okay?" so much for wanting to tease you. starts up such a brutal pace from the get go oh my god. you're gonna be so sore afterwards because he ! just ! can't ! stop ! fucking ! you ! you feel so good around him, so tight and wet, clenching every so often, your nails digging into his flesh drives him insane as he keeps thrusting. broken grunts and airy whimpers with the loudest skin slapping noises are all to be heard for the next couple hours, he won't stop till his balls are empty and his cock is too sore to continue <3

yuji, kazutora, mikey, souya, denji, itto & xiao

[drakvn]

IMMATURE | kaeya (m)

pairing: kaeya alberich/afab!reader

contents: modern!au, childhood bully!kaeya, next door neighbor!kaeya, college aged!

tags: first kisses, mentions of parents divorce, kaeya had a rough childhood, first time (no loss of virginity), soft sex tbh, squirting, wet & messy, cunnilingus, lots of kissing, hand holding during sex, hurt/comfort i guess???

words: 6,391

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Your life growing up wasn’t anything special. You lived in the same little apartment complex with fewer than 10 units all your life until you eventually moved out. You had a mom and dad and had one older brother, it was nothing remarkable.

You went to school, studied, did your chores, worked a part time job in high school. You were never very popular but you weren’t an outcast either. You were perfectly normal.

Or at least that’s what you told yourself. Yet, there was one person in your life who seemed to have thought you were anything but normal. The boy who spent his days making sure you felt as abnormal as possible.

Kaeya Alberich.

He was your next door neighbor growing up, just a year older than you. Your parents and his frequently had dinner together on weekends and would often end up being babysat together on nights your parents went on double dates together.

He was rather easy to get along with up until you both reached 6th grade — then it seemed his whole personality changed over night. You don’t even recall any warning signs; one day he was smiling at you and calling you his friend and the next thing you knew, he was pushing you on the playground and saying your hair was ugly in front of a mean group of friends that would laugh at you alongside him.

Kaeya was never overly malicious, he never hit you or made you feel like you were in danger. Instead, he sought to hurt your feelings. You remember the distinct feeling of heat rushing to your cheeks, pure humiliation, as his circle of friends laughed at some comment he made about your appearance. You remember the way your eyes filled with tears when he called you names, like ‘crybaby’, because of your hobbies, all while laughing and teasing you for crying in the first place — as if he wasn’t the cause.

Unfortunately, his bullying lasted into high school up until the two of you graduated and eventually parted ways for college. You thought he would grow up eventually, but as you reached your senior year and he remained the same as ever, you lost hope for him. You figured he would be perpetually immature.

You carried on with your life when you moved away and into a dorm on campus, never really feeling very strongly towards the treatment you faced for all those years. Sure, it hurt and deep down you had some lasting insecurities; you were able to brush it off as an immature boy who wanted to look cool to his friend. Whenever people would ask what it was like when you grew up, you’d always reply with a nonchalant shrug and said the same thing — ‘I was never really popular and got teased quite a bit!’.

The replies were always mixed; sometimes people would be shocked, sometimes they’d laugh, and sometimes they’d be sympathetic. But it was never anything that you let dwell on your mind. There was nothing that could come of letting a childhood bully dictate the happiness you would find in life.

But shortly after you left for college, you found yourself sitting in the living room of the apartment you grew up in while you were on a break. The table was full of boisterous laughter and happy stories being told from all over. It was a familiar scene that you had been a part of for many years growing up.

It would have been nice, fun even — if it weren’t for the piercing gaze set on you from directly across the table.

Kaeya had, obviously, grown up to be a very attractive man. He was good looking even when you were kids. You recall him often having love letters shoved in his locker or whispers of his name in the locker room as they discussed their crush.

‘Kaeya Alberich from algebra is just so dreamy!, ‘Do you think I should confess to Kaeya?’, “Kaeya really is sooo good looking, don’t you think?’

But now, he had clearly grown into his already good looks and was confident. You could tell just by his demeanor that he had mellowed out considerably.

He sat with his elbow propped on the chair behind him, one leg crossed over the other with a small smile on his face. His one visible eye sparkled under the light happily, like he was glad you were there.

“You look good, _____,” he said, voice barely floating over the boisterous laughter of your dads telling stories, “It’s been a while.”

You paused where you were mid-chew, blinking in surprise at his sudden compliment — Kaeya had made many comments on your appearance growing up; some days you were too short, sometimes too tall, your hair was choppy and looked bad, your dye job sucked, your makeup didn’t suit your face, your bare face was ugly.

But he had never told you that you looked good before.

“Um…” you cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks burn. You couldn’t help but think he was still teasing you and that it was a joke. It wouldn’t be the first time someone played such a joke on you; compliment you and when you thanked him he would burst out laughing.

He huffed a small laugh through his nose at your clear apprehension and leaned forward, smiling, “I mean it. You look nice.”

His gaze looked genuine and the sweet smile on his face put you at ease, “Um…thanks, Kaeya. Y-You look good too.”

His grin broadened as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. He opened his mouth to say something but his mom cried from across the table, “Kaeya! Get your elbows off, it’s rude!”

He quickly let his hands fall back into his lap, giving her a sheepish look as an apology. He cleared his throat, clearly a little embarrassed before he looked at you again.

“Listen,” he said, leaning a bit closer and lowering his voice in hopes that your families wouldn’t hear. You found yourself leaning in as well to better hear him, “Will you let me take you out?”

“What?” you gasp, unable to hide your shock at the sudden question.

Sure, it was evidently clear that Kaeya had gone through quite the transformation. The face you associated him with was quickly fading. Where you used to see the malicious smirk as he stared down at your crying form was quickly being replaced with the tender gaze and sweet smile he currently wore.

“I’d like to take you out to coffee…or maybe lunch?” he asked, undeterred by your lack of response, “I think we should catch up!”

“Oh…” you casted a glance towards your parents who were not so subtly watching the two of you as they muttered amongst themselves, “S-Sure, Kaeya. That’d be nice.”

He seemed relieved at your response, tense shoulders relaxing, “Great! You free tomorrow?”

“Uh, yeah, I am,” you found yourself smiling when he grinned excitedly at you. His smile was surprisingly contagious.

And like that, he turned his gaze back to your families, changing the subject and carrying on with the night. But your heart was soft and butterflies were in your stomach as you watched him interact and be happy.

The following day, you were standing in front of the mirror by the entrance of your apartment, smoothing down the fabric of your shirt, carefully tucking the hem in and tugging at it until it sat naturally. You leaned in close, wiping nonexistent dirt from your face when there was a knock at the door.

You jumped at the sudden sound, clearing your throat as if that would satiate the nervousness that festered within you. Yanking the door open, you caught Kaeya with his hand raised like he was about to knock again. He looked shocked at your sudden appearance, chuckling softly.

“Forgot that your doorbell was still broken after all these years…” he mumbled, stepping aside to let you step out.

“Oh yeah,” you mumbled, mindlessly pressing the button, knowing that it wouldn’t make any noise, “Dad can’t be bothered to fix it.”

“Well,” he waved his hand, ushering you to walk with him as you made your way down the stairs, “The place is close by so we can walk.”

“Oh, alright,” you replied, looking up at the sky, “It is a really nice day, so that sounds nice.”

“You um…” he said, walking in step with you along the sidewalk, “You look nice.”

“Oh, you think so?” you looked down at your outfit, “I wasn’t sure what to wear but…you made it sound like a casual lunch so…”

“Yeah, it’s perfect!” he assured, shyly tucking his hands into his jeans pockets, “You uh…you’ve really come into your own, you know? You dress well.”

You looked at him, startled by his compliment, but quickly laughed it off with a wave of your hand, “I would say the same to you but…you’ve always been really stylish.”

He laughed at that, a pretty sound that made you smile. He shrugged his shoulders, “Thanks, I try.”

He suddenly took a few large strides up to a building, yanking the door open and waving you inside. You thanked him quickly and stepped inside, humming in relief at the feeling of the AC blowing after walking in the summer heat.

“Oh, what a cute place,” you muttered, looking around while following him to a round table that sat in the corner, “I didn’t know this place was here.”

“Oh yeah,” he hummed, plucking a menu from the table to hand to you, “It opened when we were in like 9th grade…I used to come here with my buddies.”

“Oh,” you muttered, eyes scanning over the various foods listed and quickly picking out exactly what you would order, “Yeah, then I wouldn’t have come — since you were here and whatnot…” There was a beat of silence after you said that and you gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth, “Oh my gosh, I-I didn’t mean that the way it sounded! I just…well, you know…it’s just…”

“It’s okay,” he whispered, although you could sense the slight hurt in his tone, reaching over to place a comforting hand over yours where you had a death grip on the menu, “I get what you mean. I was…well, I was a jerk when we were younger. I know you avoided me, I understand.”

“W-Well still…” you mumbled, sheepishly hiding your face behind the laminated menu, “I shouldn’t have said that…”

He sighs, tugging the menu from your hand, placing it down, “I really need to apologize, even though I don’t think anything I say can make up for what I did growing up,” he met your gaze directly and you swallowed thickly under the pressure of it, “I’m sorry for treating you so badly for all that time.”

“It…it’s okay,” you shrug, “I already forgave you a long time ago. At the time, it seemed like the end of the world but…after a while, I just learned to let it go, I guess.”

“I see,” he says, leaning back in his seat, giving you a tight-lipped smile, “Well, either way. I owe you an apology.”

You smile at him but a waiter approaches the table, asking you what the two of you want to order, effectively putting an end to the conversation.

The two of you order and eat in comfortable silence, occasionally sharing comments about the food and atmosphere until it was time to leave.

When you step outside, he raises his arms above his head and stretches with a groan. The action causes his shirt to lift at the hem, exposing a small bit of his toned stomach. He glances at you as your eyes are locked onto the sliver of skin and you quickly cast your gaze away, feeling your cheeks flush hot at the fact that you were caught staring at him.

He doesn’t mention it, however, instead choosing to walk in silence beside you all the way back to your apartments.

“How long are you going to be in town?” he asks as you both stand in front of your door.

“I’ll be here until break is over,” you reply, placing your hand on your doorknob, “What about you?”

“Same!” he grins before falling awkwardly silent, “Um…well…I’d like to hang out with you again.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d love to!” you say, opening your front door.

“Okay, well…” he steps back towards his own door, clumsily tripping over a flowerpot that sits there, making you giggle. He looks embarrassed as he throws his door open, “See you!”

He rushes into his apartment and you can’t help but laugh at his uncharacteristic display of clumsiness as you enter your own.

As evening descends upon you, your parents call you out from your childhood bedroom, where you are staying. They looked all dressed up, your mother adjusting your father necktie while he shifts on his feet impatiently.

“We’re going out with the Alberichs,” your mom tells you, finally letting your dad go, “We’ll be back late so don’t wait up.”

“Alright,” you smile, walking them to the door, “I’ll see you when you get home then, have fun!”

She gives you a kiss on the forehead before hastily leaving. You step outside to watch both families pile into their respective cars and drive off, waving until they were out of view. The evening breeze feels nice, the temperature lowering as the sun descends in the sky, casting an orange wash over the world. You decide to stay out there for a bit and admire the view of the sun dipping behind the buildings in the distance.

There’s a click behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see Kaeya stepping out of his apartment. He doesn’t look surprised to see you and carefully walks up to you, resting his elbows on the railing.

“It’s nice to see them going out again,” he says softly, breaking the ice.

“Hm? What do you mean?” you ask, mirroring his position, resting against the railing.

“My parents, I mean,” he explains, “It’s been nice seeing them together in general since we came back…”

“I’m not following,” you ask looking at him in confusion, “Aren’t they always together?”

“My parents got divorced after I graduated,” he said.

“What!?” you cry, “I had no idea!”

“You didn’t?” he sounds shocked, standing up straight, “I figured it would be obvious, those two hated each other when they were married.”

“I didn’t know that…” you mumbled, “I remember our parents always going on double dates. You’d always come to mine and we had a babysitter for the night…”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “Behind closed doors though, they were a mess. They fought all the time. I honestly don’t think they ever should have been together. It was awful…” he looks melancholy as he reminisces memories only he knows, “I think…that’s why I treated you so badly as kids…”

You cock your head to the side, waiting for him to continue. His brows are furrowed as he clearly struggles to verbally formulate the overwhelming feelings that take up his head.

“Your parents have always been happy together…” he explains, “I was so jealous of that. The only time my parents got along is when they were with yours. It made me so…angry…that I was living with parents who hated each other so much. I don’t even recall them saying ‘I love you’ to one another…it was honestly a shitty way to grow up so…” his voice sounds thick with emotion and he grips the metal railing tight until his knuckles turn white, “I took it out on you because you were the easiest target.”

“I had no idea, Kaeya…” you whisper, reaching out to place your hand on his back, “You were just a kid, I understand. Feelings like that are…overwhelming.”

“The weird thing is…” he breathes, “After they divorced, they actually started to act more like a married couple. They got along and were happy — hell, my dad still comes over like every day! They only started going on dates since I came back home, though.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” you ask.

“I guess…” he replies, though his eyes remain downcast, “I just can’t help but feel frustrated. Why couldn’t they have acted like a proper couple when I needed them to be? Maybe then I would have understood my feelings for you better…and wouldn’t have acted like such an immature prick.”

You can’t help but latch onto his little confession, standing up straight, you ask, “Feelings for me…?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that…” he whispers, placing a hand over his mouth.

“You had feelings for me, Kaeya?” you press, stepping closer to him.

“Yeah…” he sounds defeated and almost embarrassed, “It sounds so stupid and…stereotypical; I liked you so I bullied you to cope? God, I was so immature.”

“I can’t believe you actually liked me,” you giggle, playfully shoving his shoulder, “You always said I was a loser. And you were so popular in school!”

“You weren’t the loser, I was,” he says, standing up straight, still gazing off into the distance, “I thought you were…so pretty. And you were smart and funny and people loved you! Even when I bullied you, people still gravitated towards you…how could I not like someone like you? Why do you think I never accepted any of the confessions I got in high school?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth when his head snapped towards you. His jaw dropped as he watched you turn your back to him, attempting to hide your laughter from him. But he could see from the way your shoulders shook that you were amused.

“Are you laughing at my crush?!” he cries, “I don’t really think it’s funny…”

“N-No! It’s not…it’s not that…” you look back at him again, biting your lip as you blinked the tears of laughter away, “It’s just that…you’re so dumb, Kaeya!”

“Huh?” he still looks lost.

You shake your head, taking his hand in yours, “If you liked me, you should have just said so! It would have saved us both so much grief, don’t you think.”

He looks dumbfounded as you move closer to him, smiling up at him with the prettiest grin he’s ever seen. It makes his heart race and his face burn.

“You’re…you’re right…” he breathes, “I should just be honest, huh?”

“Yeah,” you nod your head and meet his gaze.

“Well…” he clears his throat and leans a little closer to you so your noses touch. You look bewildered at the action, pretty eyes widening in shock, “I like you, _____. I always have.”

“Kaeya…” you whisper, “I…I like you too.”

At that, he leans down and finally presses his lips against yours. The kiss starts off chaste; a sweet, tender first kiss. But when his arms wrap around your waist, he pulls you flush against him and deepens the kiss. You whine into his mouth and find yourself wrapping your arms around his neck.

Your lips work desperately together, he nips at your bottom lip and before long, you feel his tongue swipe against it. You subconsciously wrap your fingers in his long, pretty hair as the feeling of his tongue on yours makes your toes curl in your shoes. You feel like you can’t get enough of him and you never want to part from him.

But eventually, he has to pull away to let you both breath. His visible eye is hazy and his lips are swollen, probably as much as yours, from the kiss you both had shared.

“Wow…” you breathe, hands sliding from his hair to rest against his chest, where you can feel his heart pounding, “That was…nice…”

“You’re telling me,” he smiles boyishly at you, “Would it be wrong of me to ask you to come inside so I can kiss you some more?”

You smile and nod, “Yes…but I’d say yes anyway.”

He laughs and takes your hand, tugging you towards his apartment, which he eagerly opens. You both kick your shoes off at the door before he leads you down the hallway to his bedroom. The apartment is an identical layout to your own so it’s a familiar trek.

His room was obviously a capsule frozen in time. It was the same as when he was in high school; band posters and random achievements hung about. He had a full-sized bed that he promptly sat on, holding his hands out for you to come closer.

You did, standing between his legs before leaning down to press your lips against his again. Now that the two of you were in the privacy of an empty house, his hands became much less innocent. They started at your hips before carefully inching up underneath your shirt, the touch on your bare skin making goosebumps rise.

You never broke the kiss, instead tangling your hands in his hair once again to encourage him to keep going. But his hands stilled when they reached your ribs, pausing just under the band of your bra. His fingers carefully caressed your skin back and forth, even as you whined and squirmed where you stood.

He broke the kiss quickly at that, his once charming gaze was now sultry and dark, making you shudder.

“If you want something, you have to ask,” he breathes against your lips, “That’s how this is going to work tonight, okay?”

His demeanor was completely different than what it had been. Now before you was a dominant, lust-driven man.

“I want you to touch me more, Kaeya,” you breathe, capturing him in yet another kiss.

He smiles against your lips at that, hands finally moving up to your chest, where he carefully cups your bra-clad breasts. You sigh at the teasing touch — knowing he could be touching you directly but instead he resorts to touching you over the bra.

He knows what he’s doing, he can feel you practically shake in anticipation. He thoroughly enjoys leaving you hanging as he squeezes your chest just to make you whine for more.

He quickly takes pity on, however, when he pulls your shirt over your head.

“Oh, look at you,” he breathes, leaning back to get a look at your bare upper half, only your bra overing you, “You’re…so pretty. Just like I pictured.”

You smile at that, “You pictured what I’d look like naked?”

He stands suddenly, wrapping hand arm around your waist. You squeal as he tosses you onto his bed, eagerly crawling over you.

“Every night since I was 15,” he laughs at his own words but doesn’t give you a chance to comment before he’s pressing kisses all over your exposed stomach.

He kisses the swell of your breasts from the top of your bra, reaching underneath you to unhook it. You toss it from your arms, letting it fall off the edge of the bed.

With your breasts finally exposed, he wastes no time in latching his mouth over one pert nipple, hot tongue flicking and circling at the bud. You sigh at the feeling, relaxing against his bed as he worships your tits.

He switches, making sure to give the other nipple equal attention all the while he toys with the band of your sweatpants. He lifts the band, letting it slap down onto your skin again and smiling when you flinch at the feeling.

He dips his fingers in to the first knuckle but doesn’t descend to touch you any further. It’s painfully tantalizing, having his touch so close to giving you pleasure but knowing he was keen on teasing you.

“Kaeya…” you sigh, voice shaky as you call his name.

He hums, glancing at your face through his lashes before popping off your nipple, strings of spit connecting his lips to the bud. But he immediately goes back to the other nipple, latching onto it and sucking eagerly all while you whine into the otherwise silent room.

You can’t take it anymore and reach down, wrapping your hand around his wrist, shoving his hand all the way under your panties. He doesn’t fight it at all, instead he curves his fingers down, splitting your labia apart so he can roll the pads of his fingers over your hard, swollen clit.

Your entire body twitches at the feeling and he moans, “You’re so wet. Can you hear that?”

He circles his fingers and you pause to listen, the sticky, clicking sounds making your entire face burn in humiliation. You didn’t even know why you were so damn wet; something about being underneath the guy who tormented you as children, legs spread with his weight on top of you on his childhood bed — it was painfully erotic.

His fingers lowered, prodding at your entrance for a second before slipping his middle finger in. You whine at the feeling and his mouth opens to sigh alongside you, as if he was feeling just as much pleasure as you from it.

You were incredibly hot and wet inside, clinging to his one digit as he slowly worked it in and out. As your walls relaxed around the intrusion, he introduced his ring finger, giving you even more of a stretch.

Kaeya had pretty, lithe fingers that easily reached depths that your own fingers failed to. He expertly crooked his fingers, searching for that gooey, spongy spot on your upper wall that would make you cry for him.

And cry you did when he prodded at it, your cunt gushing sticky against his hand as you desperately gripped his shoulders.

“There we are,” he whispers, mostly to himself, “Feels good right there, huh?”

“Mhm!” you affirm, dumbly nodding your head as you began to mindlessly grind your hips in time to the movement of his fingers.

Just as you both got into a solid rhythm, pleasure seeping into every nerve in your body, he pulls his fingers out. You gasp at the loss, ready to complain but he’s tugging your pants and panties down with a desperation you hadn’t yet seen from him.

You’re completely bare as compared to his completely clothed form and something about that just makes you even wetter. Especially when he grips beneath your thighs and shoves your legs open as he can situate himself between them, resting on his stomach with his face inches from your pussy.

Was he going to—? Oh! He was.

He used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, sliding his tongue up the length of you until the tip circled over the hood of your clit. He wrapped his lips around the bud, suckling for a moment before pulling back, letting it pop free from his mouth.

It was clear Kaeya was experienced in eating pussy — and it was something he enjoyed. He moaned and groaned as he ate, as if he was gaining the same amount of pleasure he was receiving.

They were sympathetic sounds that had you throbbing against his tongue. You’d never had a man who thoroughly enjoyed eating pussy — at least to the degree of Kaeya. He seemed almost drunk on you, working his tongue into your messy hole, using his fingers to tap and roll your pretty clit under his fingers.

His hips mindlessly humped the bed, rutting his aching cock against it. He knew he was making a mess in his own pants, leaky cock drooling and spitting precum with every throb. His balls were so taut and full that he couldn’t help but whimper.

But he wasn’t going to stop until you came, he wanted to taste you on his tongue before he sunk balls deep into you and made you cream on him again.

“Oh! Kaeya!” it seemed he was going to get his wish as you reached down to viciously tug on his hair, humping your hips against his face.

He held his tongue out for you, inching two fingers back into your precious pussy so you could have something to clench down on as he made you cum. You rutted your clit against the flat of his tongue, the little bud was hard and twitching, making his eyes roll back in his head. It was almost like he could feel an orgasm creeping up on him just from the feeling of that tender little bud grinding on his tongue.

He crooked his fingers as opposed to thrusting them in and out, grinding the pads against your sweet spot until you finally let go. Gooey cum drooled out of your cunt, encouraged by the grinding of his fingers against that spongy spot and his tongue working over your clit as it swelled and throbbed in time to your orgasm.

You let out glorious, melodious moans. Cries of his name and praises of pleasure all through your high. It was intoxicating, hearing his childhood crush sob his name as he made you cum on his tongue.

Finally, you slumped against the bed and he pulled away. As he pulled his fingers from your still clenching cunt, sticky strings connected to the digits and broke once he got far enough away. You had made a mess, creamy cum still drooling from your hole as it continued to clench around nothing through the aftermath.

He couldn’t resist popping his fingers in his mouth for a final taste. As you recovered beneath him, he began to strip himself of his clothes. His shirt, followed by his pants fell in a heap alongside your own clothes on the floor.

You watched him through lidded eyes, slowly sitting up when his cock was revealed to you. It was long and pretty with a perfect curve upwards. It was clear that he was heavily effected by eating you out; long strings of precum drooled from the tip of his cock which he used to lube himself up.

You watched as he took his own cock in his hand, grunting at the pleasure he gave himself. Your gaze was locked onto the way he stroked himself, milking more beads of precum out so he could slick it down his length.

He sat on his knees between your legs, sitting back on his heels as he slid the head of his cock between your folds, slapping lightly against your clit to make you jump.

“Sensitive?” he asks, teasingly doing it again just to watch you flinch.

You don’t respond, but you arch your hips so the tip prods at your hole. The both of you gasp and fall silent, meeting gazes as he carefully surges forward, sinking inch by aching inch into your dripping warmth.

By the time his hips meet yours, pressing against your clit, you’ve creamed all down his length. Your walls clasped desperately around him and your mouth fell open to gasp out your pleasure.

Kaeya fell over over body, hands on either side of your head, fisting his pillow as he pulled his hips back only to thrust back into you. It felt even better stuffing you full than pulling out and you found your legs wrapping around his hips to keep him from leaving you.

He leaned down, his hair a curtained veil around you, to kiss you. It was a breathy, sloppy kiss that was more moaning into each others mouths than it was an actual show of affection. With every thrust he gave, your body jerked, making your tits bounce enticingly for him.

“Oh! Kaeya!” you cry, nails biting into his shoulder before you fisted his hair.

“Shit!” he curses as you cling to him, “Are you close? Are you gonna cum?”

“Yes!” you cry immediately, back arching so your chest pressed close to his.

Kaeya sped up, humping into your cunt as you came. You twitched, legs trembling around his waist as your cunt creamed a frothy mess all over him. You cried and wailed, “So good! Kaeya! Oh god! It feels so good, don’t stop!”

He cursed under his breath, never slowing his pace until your orgasm finally faded. Your hands pressed against his chest as the overstimulation became too much, the position causing him to grind against your oversensitive clit every time he sunk into you.

He pulled out, hair sticking to the sweaty skin of his forehead and shoulders, grabbing your hip to flip you onto your front. Grabbing the pillow from beneath your head, he stuffed it underneath your hips, raising them just right for him to sink back into you.

“Shit,” he gasped, immediately starting the same desperate pace as before.

You were left to sob into the bed, the overstimulation clouding your mind but the pleasure was already growing once again. His cock was dripping with your cum, making the sticky, lewd sounds of your gooey cunt being fucked the most prominent sound in the room.

But long gone was your embarrassment, all you could think about now was that fact his beautiful cock was fucking you absolutely silly. Every roll of his hips had him prodding into your depths, the position allowing him to graze your cervix and reach that tender spot all the way in the back.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and if Kaeya could see your face you know he would tease you for it — with that humiliating lilt to his voice that made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You were drooling on his bed by now, your entire body tense with pleasure and the high that was coiling taut in your core.

Suddenly, Kaeya slowed to a deep, gentle roll of his hips, stirring your insides. He soothed a hand down your back, following the curve of your spine, “Relax…you’re too tense…”

“Kaeya, do-don’t stop!” you sob, legs kicking fruitlessly against the bed.

“Shh,” he cooed, leaning over your body, supporting his body with one hand beside your head. His other hand found yours, lacing your fingers together, “Just relax for me, okay? You don’t need to worry, I’ll get you there.”

Tears pricked your eyes at his sweet words. The gentle squeeze of his hand had you relaxing once more into the comfort of the bed. He whispered words of praise as his hips once again picked up their speed.

Hips slapping against yours, his heavy breathing growing louder the closer his own orgasm approached him. You buried your face in the bed, muffling your moans and cries as your high also grew and grew. But you were missing something, that little push you needed to ultimately fall over the edge.

“Kaeya! Please!” you gasp, a broken sob forming in your chest as you begged.

“What? What do you need?” he grunts, head hanging between his shoulders as he watched you take his cock, ass bouncing every time his hips smacked against it.

“I wanna cum!” you beg.

“Then cum,” he responds, “You can cum.”

You shake your head, tearily peering over your shoulder at him. The sight both breaks his heart and turns him on even more, “I can’t! I need more!”

Kaeya falls silent — he knows what you need. But he knows you can cum without it, knows you can cum from his cock alone. And he wants that so fucking badly.

So he shakes his head, making you sob at it, “Cum from this. You can do it.”

“Can’t!” you argue, grip on his hand tightening until your nails dig into his skin.

He barely even feels it, too engrossed in the feeling of your cunt strangling his cock and drooling a mess the longer you dangle on the edge. Kaeya shifts his stance, hammering his hips into you, stufffing your pussy endlessly even as you wail and shake beneath him, trying desperately to cum before him.

Your entire body suddenly goes lax, only weak little hiccups coming from your lips. But he feels your walls clamp around him tighter than you had all night. Your start to shake, trembling beneath his body at the same time that he feels the spurts of liquid against his thighs.

“Shit!” he groans, body dropping on top of yours, neck buried in your neck as he continues to fuck you through your high.

You scream and wail, babbling out unintelligible words as he forces you to squirt all over his cock. Your violent orgasm triggers his own and he finds himself spilling into you with a dreamy moan right in your ear.

His cum is thick and hot, spilling out the sides as he slowly fucks himself through the high, milking every drop of cum he has to give you.

Finally, you both fall still. His comforting weight remains on top of you as you sniffle and hiccup from the crazy pleasure he had just given you.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling out and rolling off of you. He rubs your back and pulls you closer to him, causing the pillow under your hips to fall off the other side of the bed.

“Yeah,” you answer after a long while, “Th-That was intense.”

“It was,” he responds, “It was good though, right?”

“Mhm,” you shyly respond, snuggling deeper into his chest, “Sorry for the mess…I uh…” you clear your throat, suddenly feeling self conscious over the wetness you feel all over both of you and the bed, “I’ve never done that before.”

How precious, he thinks, “It’s okay, I don’t the mess.”

“What do we do now?” you ask suddenly.

“What do you mean?” he replies, still rubbing his hand up and down your back as you lay against him.

“I mean, a-are we together? What do we do when we go back to college?” you mumble the questions so quietly he almost doesn’t catch them.

“I’d like for us to be together,” he confesses, “And we can figure everything out as we go.”

You hum, “Sounds good.”

As the two of you lay together, you can’t help but go through everything you and him experienced in your lives. You never would have thought that you would be here now, wrapped in his arms and ready to fall in love at any given moment.

But you truly wouldn’t have chosen any other outcome. And neither would he.

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Helllooo! Im here to request for nsfw headcannons pls cause im starting work tomorrow and i need to bully some boys to feel better 😭

I was thinking of the reader(gn pls!) where theyve asked the boys to wear a red rope, shibari style, underneath their clothes and whenever no ones looking theyd softly carress the bindings through their clothes 🥺 But when they cost is clear, the reader would have them sit on their lap and theyd just shower them with praise while they over stim them 🙏

I hope this isnt too confusing YwY and if its still avail, id wanna be slime anon pls! >wo ~☆ anyways no rush! and thanks for taking your time to read this!

convincing them to wear shibari under their clothes (diluc, childe, kaeya)

when you tie up your boyfriend in red ropes and tease them in public, it leads to some rather enjoyable situations. who knew that them being such a good boy would earn them so much praise?

# * . & | characters: diluc, kaeya, childe.

# * . & | content: nsfw 18+ only, kaeya x reader, childe x reader, diluc x reader, smut, gn reader, dom! reader, sub! kaeya, sub! childe, established relationship, praise kink, overstim, shibari, bondage, semi-public, pegging, male receiving, soft sex, teasing, a bit of corruption kink, light choking, thigh riding, spitting into mouth, handjobs, you're a fatui harbinger in the childe one, a bit of possessiveness, mention of exhibitionism, slight mention of breeding kink, slight dumbification, story quest spoiler for childe’s real name. for childe’s section the reader is described as having a cock, i wrote this interpreting a strap/dildo but you can imagine it however you want (i tried to keep it as gn as possible)! honestly just teasing and bullying men ♡

# * . & | type: headcanons (i think, idk how to classify this tbh).

# * . & | word count: 7,768.

omg you're not stupid at all !! pls i've sent asks where i've forgotten to do the exact same thing hekjhsdkjfhd, you're fine! good luck with work! hopefully this lifts your spirits a little ♡ sorry that this took so long to get out! this request was so good and it took me like a week to complete  ( ᵘ ᵕ ᵘ ⁎)  i hope the pegging for this ask is okay! my account will involve a LOT of pegging bc i like writing dom! reader and sub! male — so unless it’s specified in the ask to not involve male receiving then that’s probably what i’ll go for, for a sub male ♡

also this turned out so long? i have a major issue with chronically overwriting, but i don't think that's really a problem with smut. i mean, the more horny content the better, right?? diluc's is the longest because of this, 'cause i wrote his first and then realised i should make sure the others don't go for so many words 😩 anyway, i hope everyone enjoys this !!! thank you so much for the request ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა ♡

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# * . & | DILUC

with diluc, it takes a bit of convincing

i imagine he's not super experienced in the sexual department, especially in terms of stuff outside of vanilla. like, yes, he gets railed and he's an expert at being your slut, but he's still being introduced to new kinks all the time. he's still not very used to relinquishing all his control

when you first introduced him to shibari in the bedroom, diluc was hesitant. as a warrior and a former knight, being tied up seemed a bit compromising for him. the two of you had done basic bondage before, but in those instances, it was still relatively easy to break free should he need to. shibari meant giving all control, and his entire body, over to you.

he fucking loved it.

he loved how prettied up it made him look, loved how much time you spent lovingly fussing over his body as you tied the knots of red rope, and he loved how it felt to give up all his control—his stress, his responsibilities as both the master of the dawn winery and the darknight hero—in favour of your careful caresses.

seeing as he liked it so much, and you were still insistent in showing diluc all kinds of new things as his partner, you came up with a brilliant plan.

it was a stroke of genius, really. that you'll tie shibari bindings around his chest, his abdomen, his thighs, and everywhere else sensual that will be hidden by diluc's clothing while he works his shift at the angel's share.

it does take a bit of convincing, because diluc is a firm believer in professionality (which is funny, considering you've railed him over the bar afterhours on at least two occasions, and once on the floor). most of all, he's just nervous—though he tries his best to hide that. but after an honest talk, he comes to you admitting that yes that would be something he would like to try, and yes he can do it while bartending if that's what you really want.

it's a delight to hear.

so, after some time and preparation, off to angel's share it is.

it's only really when you start touching him that diluc realises this was probably a mistake.

he's just tending the bar like normal when it happens, with you sitting across from him on a counter stool as per usual—nothing out of the ordinary for shifts like this. he doesn't even really think about the bindings aside from when they rub against his fair skin whenever he stretches just too far to reach an item. plus, you're sitting there so innocently, smiling and drinking apple cider.

no one would suspect you of having such filthy motives.

when your hand slips across the counter during his conversation with you—the rest of the tavern paying you no mind—it dips up the subtle curve of his waist and grazes where you know you left a knot beneath the shirt. a sweet, tantalising caress. your boyfriend jolts like you've just burned him with a pyro vision.

he instantly shuts up.

diluc looks scandalised. he gives you a wide-eyed expression of mild horror that silently says, 'what the fuck?' as you can't help but giggle a little, a smirk fitting itself across your face. he's so sweet. what did he think was going to happen?

his cheeks and ears are flushed a pretty red, and he coughs to clear his throat when a customer approaches the counter to order a dandelion wine. it's honestly adorable.

he'd be so nervous about anyone realising what's going on.

you know that he's now hyperaware of the ropes laced across his body, even as no one touches him. he's most definitely thinking about it, based on how he shivers every now and then and squirms a little under your gaze. cute, cute.

you don't stop the touching, of course.

that evening, it becomes second nature that anytime no one is looking, you're discreetly sliding your hand across the bar counter and pressing your fingers against spots in his clothes where you know the ropes are crossed.

to his waist, chest, thigh.

at some point, the tavern gets particularly busy, and with him being the only one tending to the bar tonight, he begins to become overrun by patrons ordering drinks.

like you do on some nights when angel's share gets this bad, you stand up from your stool and offer diluc a smile, rounding the bar. "it's alright, love. i'll help you free of charge."

you're quick to hop around the counter and start conjuring up drinks like the way that diluc has taught you, handing him a few ingredients.

of course, you have ulterior motives.

now you're pressed side-to-side with diluc. he's trapped in the same proximity as you, with both of your bodies hidden from the waist down by the grace of the bar's tall counter.

cyrus—who was in the middle of ordering a drink—chuckles at your enthusiasm to help your boyfriend bartend, even on what's clearly a night off for you, "such a generous partner you have, diluc."

diluc represses a shiver as your finger traces a rope at his thigh, running from his skin to the rope to his skin again, and pressing it in. there's no way he's going to survive this night.

smiling sweetly, you share a soft laugh with cyrus. "oh, it's nothing. luc loves the help." diluc manages to finish mixing the drink without dropping anything, and when cyrus is heading back to his seat again your fingers caress the rope down at his pelvic bone.

diluc's red eyes dart to meet your face. "stop that," he mutters, trying to be some sense of firm. he's flustered, and his ears are red.

you want to coo to him, to tease him and offer him some praise if he does good. you don't, because the two of you are still in public. and letting his desires simmer while going untouched is a wondrous thing.

you watch all night as he begins to unravel little by little. he starts to anticipate your touches at any time, shivering prematurely before you can even caress the hard work that you tied him up with earlier: that no one knows is there except for you. you watch as he resists the urge to become pliant beneath your touches, the both of you mixing drinks as your hand—hidden behind the cover of the bar—grazes the ropes on the small of his back, the curve of his ass.

it's delicious.

just imagine how silently desperate he'd be? having to act normal at his job when there's nothing more that he wants than to let you have your way with him.

to let your fingers dance between sweaty bare skin and red ropes.

unfortunately, that's not an option. he's left to suffer in silence, much to your arousal and enjoyment.

there's one point—as everyone in the tavern is preoccupied with something else—when you steal a chaste kiss to his lips, and your finger raises to swipe across the ropes surrounding his nipple. the sound of his sharp, whiney, inhale of a gasp is smothered in your cheek as he abruptly turns his head to hide the sound. diluc stumbles back so quickly you almost fear he's going to fall over. luckily, everyone in angel's share seems too preoccupied with a bawdy bard in the tavern's corner to notice what just occurred.

no one seems to pick up on the way that diluc has gotten increasingly shifty on his feet during the night, nor the fact that he can't seem to shake his heavy breathing or dilated pupils.

he's also incredibly hard behind the bar, but you're the only one privy to that.

when it's finally closing time, and all of the patrons are gone, you can't help but be smug as you take a seat in one of the empty chairs. the night had gone exactly how you'd planned. now all that's left is diluc, as he locks up the front door and puts items behind the bar away—not managing to go a few seconds without shooting a glance towards you. you can tell his gaze lingers on the way you're sat on the chair, spread a little. the perfect seat for him.

and the poor thing really needs it. he's stiff while he's packing things away, his breathing a little tight. it's been a long night at work, and he's been suffering so well this entire time. he's done everything to be good, well and truly. and he's managed to hold out so well... there was nothing that made you happier than diluc doing his very best to please you.

"come, diluc." you beckon to him, crooking a finger. when he glances over to you, his red eyes are a little glassy with delectable lust.

slightly disgruntled, diluc walks towards where you're perched on the seat. when he reaches you, your fingers latch in his belt loops and tug him closer—so he now stands in front of your knees, arms crossed. he tries to hide his obvious flustered state with a miffed expression, "i can't believe you did that when there were customers around." it does nothing to hide the fact that you can see how full-blown his pupils are, or the fact that his breathing is a little staggered with a mixture of arousal and anticipation.

once again, you laugh a little. teasing him is too fun. you tug again at his belt loop with a finger, but he refuses to budge this time. stubborn thing. he wants so bad to please you, but tries to hide it. "you were such a good boy, though," you hummed, the praise causing a shiver to wrack through him. his eyes are averted, arms still crossed tightly in a nonchalant manner to feign disinterest. "come on, i told you to sit." you spread your legs a little so that diluc can straddle your lap when he relents. your bodies are pressed flushed together. he's already hard—probably painfully so, at this point, from the way you'd been casually edging him all night. now free to do whatever you like, both of your hands trail up his clothed chest, bumping over the different bindings of rope beneath his shirt, until you can thumb at his nipples. "already so worked up for me, huh?"

he lets out a low groan, still somewhat resisting the urge to succumb entirely. he probably is a little annoyed at how well you'd played him behind the bar while he was working. "what if someone had noticed what we were doing?" he mutters, still set on chastising you.

his weight on your lap is a heavy comfort as you begin to peel off his clothes—first his jacket, then his shirt. he lets you without a complaint. you make sure to caress your fingers over every exposed rope as you go. "would you have liked that, diluc? would you have liked people knowing you were my perfect slut?"

the sound that diluc lets out then is suffering. something trapped between a low moan and a hitch of breath. "stop that," he murmurs, as you lick up his throat. his skin is hot with a flush, and he shivers bodily when you peel off his undershirt, leaving him exposed to the air of the empty tavern.

you hum, "tell me, baby." when diluc finally moans, you pull back and get a good look at him. your handiwork has paid off. the red bindings—which perfectly matches the colour of his hair, and is rivalled almost by the hot pink blush creeping across his face and chest—lace around his figure in the most delicate way possible. they diamond over his chest, curving around his nipples with barely any space. they're knotted at his torso and arch out with graceful wings of crimson. each segment is made to show off an aspect of your boyfriend: his abs, the curve of his abdomen, his pecs. it's a notably more feminine design. it fits his chest and absurdly slim waist perfectly. beneath his pants, the pretty red bands of rope constricting his thighs are revealed. delectable strips of pale skin between lacing red.

he looks delicious. all wrapped up in a testament of your care for him, and his trust of you.

they've rubbed a little into his skin, particularly around his mouth-watering thighs. "ah," you sigh contently, clearly pleased with him, and he squirms a little under your unspoken pride. your thumb strokes over his thigh, caressing teasingly. the darknight hero... succumbing so easily to you. "look at you—you've done such a good job, baby."

he preens a little, tilting his head back as you knead the muscles of his thighs. "you only did this to be cruel to me." still complaining... his voice is throaty and breathless.

"you've got it all wrong, diluc," you murmur, and lower your mouth to press your tongue against his stiff nipple. he makes a surprised sound and grips his hand into your hair. "i did this because i knew how pretty you'd look. and i knew you'd do amazing." his breath stutters at your words. there goes that composure... looking up at him, you watch his eyes flutter shut as your mouth moves to lick and suck at his other nipple—sensitive from the binds rubbing against them beneath his shirt. your fingers splay across his waist, tugging at the ropes. he sucks in breath through his teeth.

"i don't—"

"you did so fucking well, baby. don't you think you deserve a reward?" your nail trails down the curve of his spine. his whole body quakes.

your tongue glides across a line of the binding ropes before you lean back up, holding onto his ponytail and looking him in the face. you get the perfect view of his right eyebrow twitching—wanting to stay strong and proud, to not submit. it's a losing battle. he's obviously excruciatingly turned on, to the point where his neglected cock is practically begging for attention in your lap. "you can't— we can't do this type of thing in this establishment—"

a giggle escapes you as you spread your legs wider and press your fingers to his dick, effectively cutting off his stammering attempt at composure. "but you're so gorgeous, luc. i can't wait to take you apart. so beautiful all for me." the praise and touch clearly goes to his head, his lips parting. his cheeks are a constant shade of delicate pink. "that feels good, right?"

yeah, it definitely does something to him, because then all he can murmur is a weak, "fuck," as he desperately grinds his hip against the air. his hands carefully clutch your waist as to not fall off of your lap.

"you do love being tied up like this," the muse leaves your mouth. with one hand, you take hold of his leaking cock and stroke it leisurely. your slick fingers twist and caress down the pretty veins as diluc groans and grinds deeply into the wet hole of your hand. the ropes look beautiful as he stretches his body. "you've gotten yourself so riled up for me. tell me what you wanted to do at the bar, sweetheart."

the soft pet name makes him choke out a gentle sound, face screwing up. so sweet... you line his face with kisses and continue to stroke him as he gets out a stammering, "want— wanted you to touch me."

you messily press your lips to his—he opens instantly, obediently, only to have you pull away before he can totally lose himself in the sensation of your wet mouth and tongue. "is that the best you can come up with, baby?"

he groans as you twist your hand. "hah—! i wanted your hands all over me—to show me, shit, how much you needed me." his blush glows red in the dim tavern lights. "wanted you to fuck me over the bar."

"really?" you hum, smiling with amusement. "with all of those other people there? how precious, luc."

his pretty eyelashes flutter. "i—"

"so that's what you want, huh? i was worried that this plan was all for me, but no. you really are my sweet thing—you loved getting all hot and bothered while you were at work. loved me touching you behind the counter. you couldn't stop thinking about it, huh? oh, diluc, you were so good for holding back." you continue working his cock.

"f-fuck..."

"or is it just that you love being mine, hmm?" your fingers press into his mouth to wet them with drool before you slick his dick up. his mouth stays open, now. diluc's eyes are lidded with need. "you liked knowing you belonged just to me. you like knowing that i was thinking about your pretty self under your clothes all night. huh?"

his hips are stuttering, the tip of his pretty dick red. "yes."

"yes?" you hum, pleased, picking up the pace of your hand. "who would've thought."

diluc's breath hitches. his face is so relaxed, throat swallowing as his adam's apple bobs. you lick off the perspiration beaded there. "can i—?" he pants on a moan. "can i cum? please?"

that sends a hot flush throughout your body, stomach coiling. you've given him no orders that he can't hit his orgasm, but he's holding back and asking for permission anyway. he wants to be good.

ignoring the way arousal rushes hot through you, your fingers card through his hair. "yes, baby, you can cum for me."

it only takes a few more strokes after your words to have his thighs shaking and breaths stuttering, cumming with a loud cry all over your hand. some of it splashes onto his defined torso, painting his abs white. it's such a pretty view, especially with the way his entire body stutters. a warrior, so big and strong, undoing like putty on your lap. whimpers of your name, and, "yes, yes," spill from his lips.

one of your hands cards through his pretty hair as you continue to stroke his oversensitive cock lightly. it makes him whine torturedly, rutting up. "think you can keep going?" you ask diluc.

"shit," he whispers, tilting his head back with his pretty eyes shut. "al— already? i— i can't—" his whole body rocks in your lap as he writhes from the overstimulation. diluc's soft moans and pants fill the air around you.

"you can," you murmur, egging him on as he continues to fuck into your hand despite his complaints. "you're doing so well for me, luc. you've been so fucking pretty all day. do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you?" his fingers on either of your hips will no doubt leave bruises tomorrow, as he grips you excruciatingly tight. the hold gives him the leverage he needs to perfectly rut into your curled fingers.

"n-n— ahhh..."

"you've been so lovely today, all prettied up." the praises spill easily from your lips. he deserves to be filled with pleasure until he can't walk anymore. you lean in, murmuring gently in his ear, "was so hard for me to keep my hands to myself. i wanted to get you into the backroom so i could have choked on your dick. you'd have been good and quiet for me, wouldn't you?" diluc's eyes roll back as he moans in agreement, fucking faster into the sticky mess of your hand. it's filthy. "i thought about tying you up the rest of the way and leaving you spread out on the bar. i think you'd have stayed there all night for me. and, of course, i considered pushing you down and fucking you in front of everyone. showing off my ropes, showing how my pretty little slut gets bred so good, so eagerly. i think you'd have let me, too." his poor cock twitches.

"Y/N—..."

"that wouldn't do, though. these ropes are for me only." you tugged at the ones at the curve of his spine. they bit a little into his skin. "if anyone else saw them, our little secret would be up. and i know you like being my secret little slut."

when he finally cums once more, it's with a long whine. the empty interior of angel's share is filled with heavy breaths, squelching, your filthy words, and diluc's obscene vocalisations. despite his recent orgasm, you keep milking him for all he has.

"fuck, Y/N, i can't do it..." he looks to be in pain, somewhere between an overwhelming amount of pleasure and suffering. cheeks pink, glassy eyes watery, drooling a little. to shut him up, you shove your mouth against his. he kisses back messily, tongue dragging over your teeth. diluc whimpers into your mouth as he arches back, naked body gleaming with sweat and cum and laced with such pretty red ropes. his hair falls around him, damp.

your strokes don't cease.

"oh, gods— ah— ngh— Y/N, no more. please. i can't— there's no way i can—" he's a debauched mess. sweat runs down his pecs and shines over his hard nipples.

"wanna use your safeword, baby?"

desperately, he shakes his head. his long, unruly hair tumbles over his shoulders, so voluminous even tucked back into its ponytail. a pitiful sound nearing a whimper leaves his lips as his fingers clutch at your shoulder. head tilted back, eyes shut, mouth open. he looks so goddamn pretty. pretty, pretty, pretty.

"you're doing such a good job. i can't wait to fuck you stupid when we get home."

his head lolls on his shoulders at that. tossed back so his throat is exposed while he lets out a long, hoarse groan. he fluctuates between deep sounds and breathless whines. with his strong legs straddling you, delicious thighs clenching like a vice around your hips and laced with shibari ropes, diluc has never looked so beautiful. he's a dream.

"yeah, just like that luc. i love you so much, you know?"

it's clear that he wants to say it back but can't manage the three words between his scrambled brain and the overwhelming amount of pleasure frying his senses. instead, he makes a broken sound. it sounds a little bit like a keen, a little bit like a sob.

"mmm, i know," you murmur, very softly. "good boy."

♡.

# * . & | CHILDE

it wasn't even much of a question for childe.

this man is a whore, he's down for anything—just name the time and place. shibari is never something he's taken outside of the bedroom but you can bet he's laughing and nodding along when you suggest such a thing. he'd practically jump at the opportunity.

the morning you choose to tie him up happens to be a harbinger meeting.

with you at his left side, there's not much he can do to escape you or your touches. not that he tries, though. he's a total slut for being teased. he just finds so much amusement and arousal in you working him up. the fact that it usually ends with him as a boneless mess is a bonus too.

so, the two of you are halfway through the fatui harbinger meeting before your touches begin.

they start light, with you grazing your pinky finger across the outside of his thigh, and him trying to mask his smirk. the closer you get to his crotch as you move your hand over his inner thigh has him squirming in his seat to try to stay discreet.

it's pretty difficult for him to pay attention to the important meeting, though he pretends.

at one point, your finger grazes down the ropes and caresses rather firmly at his hard-on. childe jolts and his knee hits the table, rocking the entire thing. several harbingers shoot him exasperated looks, but it ultimately returns to normal. covering his mouth to feign a cough, you catch a peek of childe's smile—amused and devilish—behind his fingers. clearly, he's having fun too.

oh, this is good.

your touches for the rest of the meeting consist of: grazing the ropes at the base of his spine; tracing his pelvic line; grabbing his ass; tracing his waste; pulling one of the ropes at his torso so it grazes over his nipple; and caressing his thighs.

he's too gorgeous and smug not to touch all over.

by the time it's over, childe is aptly pink in the face from lust and his breathing is notably uneven. not to mention, he's incredibly hard. each time you press your palm over his boner he resists the urge to buck up into your hand, and instead grips the edge of the table with his fingers. he still seems smug, though.

pierro calls the meeting to a close. the harbingers evacuate at a rapid pace—several shooting you looks, such as signora's clear judgemental distaste, and scaramouche's halfway between disgusted and amused expression—until the only ones remaining in the enclosed room are you and childe.

he's instantly insufferable, turning his head towards you with a sly grin. "what now, sweetheart?" he knows he won't get far with his teasing, but it's still fun on his part. of course, nothing can hide how hard he is—now free to lean back in his chair, spread his legs, and raise his knee. it reveals how aroused he really is in his tight pants.

you smirk and pat your thighs. "why don't you come find out, hmm?"

he's quick to clamber into your lap, straddling you with his ankles hooked around the back of the chair. one of his hands steadies itself on your shoulder.

the first thing you do is get a hand down his pants. he breathes out a moan and grins lazily down at you when you wrap a hand around him, your thumb swiping over the leaking tip that's left a wet spot on the front of his clothes. such a whore, even if he tries to act like it doesn't affect him.

"so, did you enjoy your little experiment?" he asks, pressing your lips together. he instantly opens his mouth, licking into yours without shame. he bites lightly on your tongue. by the time you pull him back with your fingers on his chin, he's grinding into your lap and there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

"you did so well," you murmur, mouthing at the pale expanse of his throat. he always bruises so nicely. "if i were mean i'd ask you to wear these all of tomorrow too. i bet you look so pretty in them."

he rolls his hips a little desperately and runs his tongue over his teeth. "ha. you think so?"

it's hard to tell if he's going to be a brat, or if he'll submit the moment you show any signs of extending control, so you decide to test it out. your free hand creeps up and intertwines in locks of his orange hair. then, sharply, you pull.

he whines.

"there you are," you whisper, leaving a line of hickeys over his adam's apple while you keep his head wrenched back. "gonna keep being good for me?"

"fuck yes," childe breathes, and hurries to pull off his upper clothes while you coat his bared throat in spit and red marks that will remain for days. licking at his collarbones has him trembling and he leans back a little, using his legs around the chair and the edge of the table pressing against the curve of his spine as leverage. it spreads his legs even wider. a desperate mess.

"hmm, good boy," you can't help but praise, stroking his drooling cock a little harder. his hips roll. "let me get a good look at you." smiling, he stretches back to show himself off. the red ropes stretch horizontally across his chest, then up on either side of his neck and down to frame his abs. they loop around each other at his torso—an exquisite design of knots and bindings running along each muscle. the final ropes stretch down to follow the 'v' of his waist into his crotch. it makes you want to finish the job: bind his arms back and leave him helpless.

instead, you can't help but smile at the way he shows himself off when you finger him open, prepping him while he makes loud, desperate noises. it's impossible to ignore the way his muscles twitch and stretch with each movement you make. so pretty. when you finally enter him, he's clenching around you with desperation, groaning as you sheathe yourself inside him. he's clearly enjoying himself, trapping you in with his thighs.

"so obedient, ajax," you muse, and he whimpers at the secret name shared only between the two of you. your fingers graze down the ropes on his shoulders. he groans lewdly, leaning back, the curve of his spine braced against the edge of the table as he arches dramatically. leave it to childe to put on a show.

he makes a submissive, desperate sound when you start to move, holding his hips still and rocking up into him achingly slow. "please," he begs. there's the ghost of a breathy smile on his face, a little blissed out already. "don't stop."

oh, is he in for a ride.

the speed that you end up fucking him at has your hips slamming against his pelvis as he bounces on your cock. he's leaning back, still tucked in your lap with his back arched and his spine pressed against the side of the meeting table. the muscles in his torso twitch and strain. childe's entire body jolts with each sharp thrust, and he's moaning uncontrollably. there's sweat that's beading on his forehead, a red tinge around his nipples from how much they've been toyed with, and his poor untouched cock is leaking. all in all, he looks pornographic.

"archons," you murmur in awe, trailing your fingers down the bindings that lead to his hard cock, as he lets out a loud, strangled cry. that's the other thing about fucking childe. you can always count on him to be loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. you still aren't entirely sure if it's exhibitionism, or if he's doing it solely to show how good you make him feel, or if he's simply just that uncontrollably noisy. it's no wonder the other harbingers had evacuated the room as fast as they did. "what did i do to deserve something as pretty and slutty as you?"

"Y/N," he whines theatrically, legs tucked around your back in an attempt to get you deeper. "fuck me."

a laugh leaves your mouth as you trail your nails across his chest and end up teasing with his nipples. "what do you think i'm doing? look how well you're taking me." you take that moment to fully admire him. slowing down a little, leaning back so you can see the way he arches to accommodate your girth, how he fits around you. his strong thighs are tensed, hole messy and lubed. he whines pitifully in agreement, writhing and bucking—unable to stay still even for a second.

you force his hips up higher to get a better angle, drilling the tip of your cock into his prostate with each mean thrust.

"oh, god!" he stumbles over his words, blush spread across his face and down his pale chest. he's drooling a little. it's obscene.

you could laugh at the way his eyes roll back and his hands slide desperately along the fatui meeting table for anything to hold—to clutch onto while you fuck him hard, fast and mean. your thumb rubs along his hipbone, other hand braced on his toned stomach as your deep thrusts continue. "look how fucking pretty you are, ajax. wish i had my kamera here. you'd look so sweet captured like this for me." your words make him arch his back further, because this man is insanely flexible, and he shudders at the thought of himself at this moment being immortalised on a roll of film. "you're so adorable, spread out like this." his thighs twitch with your words. who other than you would ever think that the infamous eleventh harbinger would be such a pure whore for praise? "i bet there's not a thought going on inside your pretty head, is there?"

"please," he begs in a choked reply, lashes fluttering while you ram him repeatedly into your cock.

"mmm," you hum in confirmation, pulling a finger at some of the bright red bindings laced across his chest. "that's what i thought."

childe can go for a long time. he can take a lot. he'll just clutch at you and beg for more while you give him orgasm after orgasm, greedy and well-fucked. sometimes he'll beg for it until he passes out. (and then he'll complain later, when he's awake, that you stopped to let him rest—greedy thing). childe is insatiable. especially today, after all your caresses and teases while in a very important debrief meeting. even more so with the fact that he's all prettied up with red rope and feeling extra fuckable.

you make him cum, and cum, and cum, until he's a pliant, boneless mess—now, just laid with his back fully pressed against the table. he still grips onto your hip as you fuck him. desperate as ever. even if the only sounds filling from his mouth at this point are breathless pleas and noises of pleasure.

he's a sight to behold.

a murmur leaves your mouth, "ajax." he opens his eyes obediently, looking at you with a glassy, blissed-out gaze. it's both adoring and lust-filled. smiling at his compliance, you lean over him and grab his cheeks with your fingers, puckering his lips a little. your hips continue to slam against his. smiling in a daze, childe opens his mouth obediently. like always. even sticks out his tongue to let a line of spit leave your mouth and roll past his waiting lips. childe's lidded, fucked-out eyes look up at you contently. he moans in enjoyment. greedy slut.

with possessive adoration, you squeeze the sides of his throat. your fingers dig in. it's not enough to really deprive him of any oxygen, but it's the feeling of you having total control that he craves. you feel the sound vibrate in his throat as he whines, letting his head fall back again. it makes a sound as it hits the table—you make a mental note to ice his skull later. fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice. he's much too focused on moaning and shaking through whatever number orgasm of the night this is, mouth shaped into an 'o' but tilting upwards with a blissful half-conscious smile at the corners.

"just like that. you feel so amazing for me, ajax."

♡.

# * . & | KAEYA

you've done shibari on kaeya before. very little beats seeing him all tied up and breathless and begging, bound prettily without a single chance of escape. the different designs, the different colours... the utterly debauched way he looks with his hair loose and his eyepatch gone as he just begs you to touch him, to do anything.

yeah.

from that, spawns this idea, which he flirtily agrees to (of course) with his large hands around your waist.

now, one thing kaeya loves is taking you out on the town. date nights, shopping, browsing for clothes, even running mondstadt errands for the knights. with your arm linking through his, or your hands clasping together, he basically parades you around anywhere.

this is one of those evenings.

the streets of mondstadt are relatively busy when the both of you go out—ropes hidden beneath his clothing, as his hand guides you by resting on the small of your back. the bindings aren't as uncomfortable as he imagined they would be, as you flit from shop to shop, buying some flowers and sitting down for a brief bite at good hunter.

he would have almost forgotten entirely about them if it wasn't for your goddamn wandering hands.

of course, this is what you had planned for the whole time. when you walk through an underpass and your finger grazes over his ass (he can't help but to smirk at that), and ends up lightly caressing the criss-cross pattern of ropes over the backs of his thighs. or when you make a point of touching his chest before you point for something to do, or while leaning in to speak to him. your palm presses right over the different knots.

you can't help but slide your hand inside the gap in the breast of his shirt, too. to hook a finger around one of the pretty, hidden strings and tug. it shifts the bindings that are pressed tightly over his nipples. he actually stiffens at that, composure breaking for a moment. it's beautifully hot. especially when he turns his head to look at you, starry eye flashing and a grin gracing his face, and says, "so this is the game, huh?"

by the time you get home hours later, pretty much no one but you would be able to tell the difference. he still has an arm around your waist, is still joking with you. but there's something desperate in his gaze, and his breathing is hot and heavy.

you instantly go to fall back on the couch—dragging him in by the metal link on his collar. you coax kaeya's form right into your lap. he's grinning cockily, even as you smooth your hands over his shoulders and drag them across his biceps.

"you've been perfect for me today," you breathe against the shell of his ear, biting softly at his lobe in that way he loves. your fingers coax his long hair out of its ponytail, until it spills down his back and over his shoulders in waves. he always looks so pretty like this.

"does this mean i deserve a reward?" he teases back, and kisses softly at the inside of your wrist when you remove his eyepatch. his inky eye underneath glimmers, singular star pupil amongst all that black night shining. this is how you like him best. all his guards let down, just yours. your hands cup kaeya's face.

humming gently, you smile. "of course. you've been so good." experimentally, you push the pad of your thumb against his soft lower lip, tugging it down ever so slightly. kaeya can't help but grin when his tongue darts out to lick the finger, only to have you push your thumb further past his waiting lips. he sucks on it obediently.

with your other hand—and his help—you undress him, until he's bare except for the red ropes lacing prettily across his body. it's a sight. the bindings that run right across his nipples have made them puffy and stiff, practically begging to be played with, and the muscles of his thighs strain adorably against the ropes. at his chest is the prettiest addition of all: a lovely diamond right between his pecs.

your eyes are lidded when you murmur, "you're so delightful like this, kaeya." with a coy smile, your thumb rubs over one of his sore-looking nipples, and he jolts a little at the sensation. the flirty grin still hasn't slipped from his face—he's a master at that—but it's clear he's almost far gone already.

"i try," is the tease that leaves his mouth, though his confidence fades a little when you trail your fingers from his nipples, down the curve of his waist, and finally settle your hands on his hips. you shift him so that he's straddling a thigh, one of your legs pressed between his own.

you lean in. "ride my thigh, baby," you tell him lowly, layering kiss after kiss over his neck. "you deserve it."

kaeya is quick to comply, holding back a moan as he lowers himself fully and begins to rut. it feels dirty, undignified, as he humps down on the soft flesh of your thigh, rocking back and forth and moaning at the friction. it feels incredible against his hard cock.

"archons," he hisses, putting a hand on your shoulder and another one on your knee so he can get the best possible angle. from there, you guide his hips and ass—pushing him down further, harder. every now and then, his knee presses against your own crotch, shooting fleeting waves of pleasure right through you. your hands remain on him. helping him, encouraging him, manhandling him as his arms loop around the back of your neck, elbows resting just on your shoulders, and his head falling against your chest. the noises that leave his mouth as he grinds desperately on your thigh—soft swears of "fuck" and "shit, shit"—tumble out of his parted lips in broken whimpers. all his composure is draining.

it feels too good for him to stop. kaeya keeps going, harder and harder, faster and faster, letting out lewd sounds as he grinds down onto your leg filthily. precum smears over your thigh.

"that's it." your fingers tease through his loose, pretty hair. his head lolls forward on your shoulder in response, hips stuttering. "mmm. you've been so good for me. did so well for me earlier, i could barely keep my hands off of you. you just know how pretty you are, don't you?"

"all for you," kaeya tries to tease smugly into the skin of your throat, but it comes out as more of a breathless grunt. any praise about his appearance always goes right to the foggy part of his head.

your hands gripping his ass guide him as he gets off on your thigh, his pretty, long cock drooling over you. "that's right, for me," you hum appreciatively, fingers kneading at his cheeks. he makes a low keening noise. "can't wait to mess you up. you're gorgeous like this, but you're even prettier all fucked out and helpless."

"heh, shit," he half-chuckles, half-moans. "you're so fuckin' hot." his tone is stretched a little thin.

he supresses a full-blown mewl when you spread his cheeks and press a fingertip against his hole. "you close? yeah?"

"mmm," he groans, burying his head momentarily in the crook of your neck as his hips stutter, pausing his long thrusts to grind down hard in a single spot. his mouth is wet and parted against your skin. kaeya's breath comes out hot and staggered. then, he tosses his head back with a blissful expression. "Y/N!" he cums like that, moaning out your name, shoots white ropes over your thigh and stomach and making a mess.

encouragingly, your hands slip down from where you'd been assisting him in his ministrations. your nails graze the bare skin of his spread thighs. at the sensual, tickling feeling, kaeya shivers. from there, you grab the backs of his knees and haul him closer. lift your thigh and continue rubbing it over his sensitive cock while he grunts—encouraging him to continue. obediently, he does. "there you go, pretty thing. you're doing so well." kaeya gasps, face darkened with blush, refusing to break eye contact with you no matter how much his lashes want to flutter shut. soft, desperate sounds leave his parted, plush lips. his mouth is lined with spit. "how many more can you do for me?"

he tries to pull one of his crooked grins at that, but it's dampened a bit by how much he's panting. "want to find out?"

yes. you most definitely do.

you work him up more, fisting his cock in your hands, relishing in the way he grins and moans. you kiss around the skin of his right eye when he gets so whiney that he almost forgets how to breathe. "just relax, baby," the coo leaves your mouth. you bite at the shell of his ear again. "relax."

"you— you're—" his far-gone eyes stare at you adoringly, struggling to focus his gaze. kaeya's lips are puffy, well-bitten, and his throat is lined with dark love bites. not to mention the way his loose hair drapes around him. so pretty...

"shhh," you murmur, giving him your all, as both of your slick hands slide up and down his hard length. "that's it."

you give him... everything.

from thigh-fucking, to blowing him, to having bounce on your fingers—you can't stop overdosing him on pleasure. watching him write within the confines of the pretty, pretty ropes that he'd worn hidden all day just for you, while he whines your name and is reduced to a whimpering, begging mess is too enticing.

it ends with him face-down on the couch, ass up, moaning like a whore after whatever number of orgasms he is on now. the red still decorates his skin deliciously.

"so good," you coo. "my precious boy. wish you could see how well you can take my fingers. how pretty you look." kaeya groans again, hiccupping a little, legs spreading wider. his hair pools around him like starry strands of the sea. still, it's a shame you can't see the blissed-out expression on his face. your hand taps firmly at his hip. "look at me, baby."

obediently, he turns his head to the side. his single black eye stares desperately at you, lined with overwhelmed tears of pleasure. his mouth can no longer seem to close. it remains parted, hitched with small breaths and moans with each movement that you make. he loves being overstimulated, but he can never take it that well.

"there you go. good boy." the both of you are such a mess, ropes digging into his flesh. if he'd known wearing shibari under his clothes would have you like this, he'd have done it earlier. your mouth leaves more marks up the expanse of his back—from the strong muscles, to the curve of his spine, to his pretty shoulders. you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot that has him grinding down into the couch. "gorgeous," you murmur. "so beautiful, kaeya. that's good. so pretty. can't believe i'm the only one who has you like this."

it's those words that sets him over. he wails, and cums for the nth time that night.

♡.

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porn watching, voyeurism, masturbation, perversion, coming untouched, not proof read

ꨄ Oh baby don’t you know I suffer

perverted thoughts, panty stealing, some fem dom, teasing, riding, slight size kink, slight overstim, some sub albedo, orgasm denial, top reader

ꨄ Teasing Albedo

humiliation, teasing, perverted thoughts

ꨄ Cockwarming with Bedo

cockwarming, fluff, pretty s*ft, afab reader 

ꨄ wearing his clothes

fingering, afab gn reader 

ꨄ you edge him before class

edging ( m. receiving ), orgasm denial 

ꨄ teasing him under the table

foot job (???) feet :(((( itss not that bad tho plz dont block me LMAO, exhibitionism, albedo coming practically untouched

ꨄ drunk bedo at a halloween party

saliva, drool, make outs, alcohol consumption (sex under the influence), creampie,  exhibitionism, y’all have Halloween party sex :D

ꨄ bedo sucks your panties

cunnilingus, saliva, degradation (not towards reader)

ꨄ giving him a “massage”

degradation, humiliation, handjob, massaging (??!), fluff at the end (woah ik)

ꨄ his little bunny girl

teasing, fingering, costumes, bunny nickname, blowjob, anal, toys (plugs), use of the word “slut” one time

ꨄ his halloween costume

albedo dressin as a vampire for halloween

ꨄ pussy drunk bedo 

oral (f. receiving ), fingering, overstim, squirting, exhibitionism

ꨄ being his maid all day

xiao + albedo - maid outfit, oral (m. receiving), mentions of cockwarming, implied overstim, creampie 

ꨄ thigh riding him 

thigh riding duh, whiny gn afab reader

ꨄ taking a shower with him 

lots of teasing hehe, god the fluff is unbearably toothrotting, shower sex, hand job (m. receiving), making out, pussy/thigh job, afab fem. reader, pretty girl nickname

ꨄ how he is when jealous 

sub albedo to mean dom albedo, edging, degradation against reader, spanking, mentions of fingering

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ꨄ Mean!Kaeya spitting in your mouth

dubcon/noncon spitting, mean dom! Kaeya, degradation, thigh riding, Kaeya is an ass, mention of nerd Albedo, bit of bullying

ꨄ “study session” w/ kaeya & bedo

voyeurism (Albedo watches), mild overstim, degradation (not towards reader), afab fem reader, Kaeya is mean towards bedo :(

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lord lots of titty sucking, jealousy, Kaeya and Albedo suck your tits at the same time :3 pinching, licking, spit, drool

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feelings of unworthiness, crippling self doubt, kaeya is mean bc he doesn’t know how regulate his emotions

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[mayullla]

Title: He wondered why

[ - Lake (gn!reader) + Lavender (romance) + Diluc + Ice cream sandwiches (arranged marriage au) - ] - Anon's ask

Summary: You and Diluc were bound to each other at a young age, you were inseparable when you were young. Yet now there you were in the arms of another as he watched from the crowd.

Warnings/tags: Alternate universe, Angst, aristocrats vibes / au, manhwa vibes (kinda?)

[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - closed ]

Diluc started to wonder when he saw his hand reach for your back, catching himself when he was just about to call out your name.

He remembered the past when you and he were bound together from birth. Something to make his and your family relationship stronger. It was an arranged marriage decided by you and his parents yet he was never dissatisfied with it, happy that it was you.

He doesn't recall a memory, but the late duke would often mention how adorable you two were. When you were still babies still held by your someone unable to crawl or even speak properly, you and he would always laugh and giggle when you look at each other and would only cry when apart lighting up when you see each other again.

It was adorable his father always told him.

It was cute if not funny that when you learned your first word, it wasn't even mom or dad but each other's names. Diluc name was the first thing you said while your name was Diluc's. Crepus would always tease him about it.

As you grow, still small children Diluc has heard that you and he would play together almost every day, visiting each other whenever you had the chance. Some memories were blurry somewhere not.

Diluc still remembers that time you placed a crown in his head and called him your prince and that time the two of you hid away from the servants of the mansion for a reason you and him don't remember yet the promise the two of you made behind the gardening shed was never forgotten.

Even when Kaeya came into Diluc's life, when he worried that he didnt have enough time for you because of his new step brother you took his hands and told him that it was alright. That Kaeya is family and that he could join you and him, that he didnt have to spilt his time between the two of you.

With Kaeya it became the three of you, sometimes you will fight back with Diluc against bullies that dared to call Kaeya commoners blood. Sometimes it would be Kaeya and Diluc searching for you when you ran away from a party because of some mean aristocratic children jealous because you were close to the duke's sons.

But many could see how you and Diluc were inseparable still. That there was a unique bond that could not be torn apart that easily by others even from titles like family because to you two... you were already family.

Yet how did it come to this?

It hurt him so much when he watched you hold hands with another. The affectionate eyes the two of you exchange. It felt like he was swallowed, deep into the water that he could not breathe yet at the same time unable to react. Move his hands or legs to reach for air because it was too far, he was too deep in the water.

Why does it hurt? When did this happen? Why? How?

Multiple questions kept filtering in his mind as he watched you dance in the ball with your partner, following the music with each elegant step. How others watched you and your partner, some were mesmerized while others talked about your break up with Diluc, that you and he weren't connected anymore… strangers.

He hated that. It wasn't once did he glared at someone who spoke too loud.

Diluc dismissed the looks he got as you danced in the hall looking at his glass drink close to cracking and shattering from the controlled force he placed on it, he didn't want to cause a commotion yet at the same time he wish he could.

He wishes he could.

He wishes he could shout your name, stomp to your and this person who took you away from him. Diluc wanted to take your hand from them and drag you away to a private place and just... kiss you. Tell you promise after promise that he would never leave you anymore, that he was sorry, that you deserved everything that he was wrong… that he doesn't deserve you.

Was it from then? That time he abandoned your hand in rebellion to who knows what when his father died to this secret organization called the abyss?

The world was cruel really, when his father died he was to take the seat as the next duke yet so many were after him, filled with brim with greed and malicious intent while he had to also watch his back from the abyss and find out more about them.

He wanted revenge.

He was still young he felt abandoned by the world, even though there were people who surrounded him he could not see them anymore as he strived to survive. He could not act like a child anymore.

As you grew you became more understanding of his situation (the young you would always ask him to play and pout a little when he would decline), but maybe he didn't take your kindness to heart.

He treasured the drink that he set on the desk that you made for him almost every time you visited yet he wasn't able to thank you for it too stuck in his work. When did you stop doing that? When did it become the servants to do so? When did you stop visiting?

When he asked where you were the maid replied that you didn't come today like you usually would and instead chose to give the maid the recipe so they would make it when you could not come.

The promises that he made with you that you would go out together to a cafe or just outside as a date were instead broken with presents sent to you as an apology. He didn't know that you would look at the expensive garments and pretty aristocrats' gifts with a smile on your face, yet the servant who brought them could not see a single emotion in your eyes, finding these gifts of apologies that were worth so much that a commoner could not dare dream... empty.

That servant could not report it, he could not say the words of the question you asked when Diluc asked him if you accepted the apology gift the tenth time in a row. It twisted his heart as that servant told the duke that you have accepted the gift.

“This garment is gorgeous… Tell me. Did he choose it himself?”

Only later did Diluc hear about this question when he heard that servant talk to the head maid Adelinde about it. How pitiful the duke and his partner were, as they were slowly driving each other away.

It was no one’s fault, he had many things to do too much to hold yet would not give the load to anyone. You were patient with him yet the 1 year turned to 3 years turned to 7 years to… There was nothing in this relationship anymore, far from what everyone in the house who watched you grow hoped for.

Diluc was appalled by this, he could not understand what the servants were talking or maybe he just choose to ignore it. Ignore everything, ignore how the conversation between you and him was getting shorter and shorter, as your visits get rare and rare.

How you and he would pull away from each other after the first dance in some mandatory party that he was forced to attend. While you would chat away with your friends and he would return to the mansion soon after for work because he was busy.

There was nothing, nothing in this relationship. But Diluc chooses to ignore it.

Was it really a surprise when you asked him to break the engagement? That time Diluc could not see, that his own ignorance had turned to blindness when he demanded the reasons to why you would betray him like this. Why you would leave him.

Yet now he could see the smile on your face, how your mouth was a little parted as if you were laughing yet Diluc could not hear it because he was too far away. He could not remember your laughter, his heart was surprised when he saw the shine in your eyes something that was gone for a long time had returned yet not because of him but someone else… he was the one who cause them to disappear.

Diluc took a step forward yet he could not continue. So he took a step backward disappearing from the ball leaving nothing but rumors and gossip.

Note: This was supposed to be a happy little thing- till I lost my 50/50 on Kazuha's banner and got Mona. ^^ (I genuinely wanted to yeet my computer for a moment there- *goes to a corner sad-*) I would like to imagine the partner being Mona who stole the reader away-

I don't write a lot of gn!readers tbh so just in case you spot something do tell me so that I could edit it.

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WHERE YOU SHOW FAVORITISM DIFFERENTLY

aka you bully people to show love<3

just thought i would start something fun for the rebrand of this blog lmao and lately, sagau (this au has turned into a pretty broad term lemme know if i should tag it as smth else) has been ROTTING my brain i love the concept behind it

this is me being self indulgent because this is EXACTLY how i would act in genshin–im not a very nice person but i show my love differently

if you guys want more characters or want to request something else, feel free to send me an ask!

includes: gender-neutral reader w/ the main bois aka albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, and zhongli!

want other characters? take a look

Albedo

at first he doesn’t even know you’re teasing him!!!! honestly he’s just glad you want to be around him at all

you probably call him “chalk boy” just to rile him up but he doesn't even care he's like uwu a nickname? for moi? like binch i'm trying to piss u off stop looking cute!!!!!

at most you're like a cat who tries to get his attention you're semi aware you're being an inconvenience but why won't he pay attention?? (he is but this is too fun) WHAT DID YOU DO???

you think he’s paying too much attention to his experiments? boom knock over a flask!!! he’s writing something down while you’re talking to him? my pencil now heheheh that'll show him!! whatever you say

your grace.,...,.,.,just ask him to talk to you

(no he can't know!!! my pride my dignity!!!!!!)

he thinks it’s cute–he probably even does it purpose because he’s a smart lil f*cker smh if you think you're so smart why aren't you looking at me?? HUH??? stupid head*ss go back to ur chem set binch

you probably say that more times than you can count like who does he think he is??? a GENIUS??!!! your grace...,,yes

be careful though! he isn’t afraid to tease back even if you are the creator! most people think of him as apathetic with no feelings but you see right through him

“Oh? Does their Grace believe my worship is not enough? I thought you liked it when I experiment. Then what else are you here for? Hm? You couldn't have come all the way up the mountain just to stare at me...right All-Creator?"

Childe

he loves it he wants all your attention!!! he doesn't care if it's "mean"!!!! <3

"their grace wants to tease...me?"

YES U HOMICIDAL MANIAC KEEP UP

if you like banter he's your harbinger!!!!!!!!!!!!

"damn ajax you didn't die today? :/"

"well your grace tomorrow is a new day :))"

if you fight you would banter during it and he probably is like probably *heart eyes*

if you aren't however

you, an all-powerful god: no ajax I'm not gonna fight you...

childe: coward smh didn't know the creator was such a loser :/

you: *glowing eyes of DEATH*

there is SO MUCH you can bully about this man

"ajax please.,.,.,that isn't how you hold a bow"

very much high school rivals who are secretly into each other vibe

he truly loves how fun you are which makes him worship you even more if that's possible

however if you team up with scaramouche he gets SO pissy it's insane like the both of you are UNSTOPPABLE it really is scary

and obviously the more he pouts the more you bully him like c'mon babe don't give me more ammo

"Your Grace! Please don't tell Scaramouche how I fell into the lake that one time! Oh? You did? Your Grace whatever shall I do with you? Fine, fine it is a funny story. However, would you like me to tell him how you warmed me up afterward?"

also consider:

you and him are interchangeable in this exchange it depends on the time of day lmao

Diluc

oh

ohohohooh

he is SO fun to tease

at first he would just let it happen with just an odd look on his face...can't upset the creator now can he?

for the first couple of times he probably truly thinks you don't like :/ he's used to hearing people call him grumpy

but after a while and the years he's spent with kaeya he finally realizes you mean no harm

"damn master diluc who made you so grumpy today? did someone tell you that your hair looks really messy today? :/ i mean it does but they didn't have to tell you to your face...how rude"

he just rolls his eyes and continues making drinks and then checks the mirror in the backroom when you're not looking does his hair look weird DOES IT???

honestly the patrons at angel's share have never seen diluc so calm and it's when the creator is bullying teasing him?? you really are the creator!

and oh boy when he realized you do it out of FAVORITISM?? he turns red whenever you tease him it's so cute

you could tease him how stupid his superhero name is or smth when he's doing his nightly duties and he'd act like you just gave him the biggest compliment ever

you: diluc you are so lucky that most of the knights are dumb as rocks because YOU are so stupid how has nobody figured out you're batman the darknight hero?? you barely even change your appearance? i bet you change your voice to seem lower to look cooler stars above i hate you

diluc, turning into a strawberry: im in love with u

after a while he'll tease you right back, we all know that man is a bundle of dry humor wrapped up in a coat and it'll leave you flustered every time

"Thank you, your Grace I'll take your suggestions of my after-dark identity into consideration. I consider myself blessed to have such a thoughtful and amenable God watching out for me. Are you this considerate to all of your loyal subjects or do you just give me your special attention? Should I get down on my knees and thank you properly?"

Kaeya

oh lord what a menace

right off the bat he sees right through he KNOWS you tease him because he likes you because he's exactly the same

you know "how 'bout it boss" line? yeah he probably calls you boss instead of something appropriate like your actual titles he wouldn't dare call you by your actual name though that is a privilege he does not deserve

honestly the two of you probably get into fake fights on purpose just for the drama of it all

"what kind of person let alone GOD forgets to blow out a candle? you could have burned the city down? i cannot believe our "all-loving" creator hates us so that they would do this"

"maybe if you stopped drinking and put away your tits this wouldn't have happened...were you so drunk last night that you couldn't have done it yourself?"

he would probably joke that your "old world" didnt want you and spat you out to teyvat and you're like "you know what? you're probably right lmao"

he'd laugh it off and so would you but on the inside he's like did i offend them?? oh my god kaeya what the F*CK??? was that too far??? what is wrong with you????????

the knights would be MORTIFIED by the way he speaks to you

one day however a knight tries to tease you and kaeya goes OFF absolutely bonkers

he can tease you but no one else he's a bit jealous/protective

you tease him more if you find out

"Hm? Of course, I defended your honor, Boss. We can't have people thinking they can go about slandering our good creator's name. Why, yes, I do tease you from time to time but that is only in good nature and a form of worship. If you want, however, I can show you a different way I worship you."

Zhongli

now i don't want to be stereotypical with mr zhongli here, but honestly you two look like an old married couple bickering

you know those ones at restaurants that are like "i hope i die soon so i dont have see your ugly face anymore" and the other one is like "yes yes go to hell honey anyways we'll share the soup <3"

yeah that's how it goes

people are still like "wow how cute" so like who cares lmao

he thinks it's very amusing whenever you're mean to him because most of the time it only happens around other people

like once you guys are alone it's sappy as hell and he wouldn't want it any other way except nobody believes him when he says how kind you and how you even cook for him from time to time

flame his *ss for never having mora while you're paying for everything he wants ok sugar baby zhongli

you and hu tao are absolutely the worst though please do not team up against him

he counters this though by pretending how honored he is that the all-creator picked him, a lowly humble man

he is VERY grateful and shows it but cmon..."lowly humble man"? stfu morax you used to eat gods for breakfast

zhongli: everyday i thank rex lapis for allowing this union between the creator and i. i do not know what i did to deserve his praise or their grace's...rex lapis truly is amazing

you: are you f*cking kidding me

all in all though it is very cute he would be saying how pretty you look today and kisses your hand and meanwhile you're blushing super badly and you're like "you're ugly and i hate you"

he responds with a smug lil smile every time that makes you want to punch him

"Well, your grace, as much as I enjoy your teasing and vice versa, just know that I mean every word when I say how grateful I am for you to bless me with your companionship. I will gladly be the brunt of every scathing joke you make if it means I can hear your lovely voice."

[nomicskeleton]

Childe,Kaeya,Xiao,Venti (BECAUSE I JUST GOT HIMMM) with a teruhashi s/o :D (their technically perfect and has alot of people crushing on them....OH WAIT! THEY ALSO HAVE A CRUSH ON THEM?! )

PRIMADONNA

pairings: childe, kaeya, xiao, venti x teruhashi gn! reader

genre: fluff, highschool! au

warning: jealousy, mentions of fighting, bullying, all lowercase

(a/n): HELLOO, thanks for the request and sorry for waiting too long cuz i got a lot of stuff to do :") hope you enjoy this!! (๑ゝڡ◕๑) anywayyy, i suppose we all know kaeya is actually a shy guy that put up a confident and flirty façade!

CHILDE:

he could never believe that someone as perfect as would exist. you were like a diamond in a herd of common stones.

always did anything to attract your attention and easily got annoyed at times whenever people were being complete simps over you.

there was this random guy who was hitting on you when you two just walked in the school's front yard together. poor guy immediately got into childe's nerves.

the ginger got into a fight since that random guy was being touchy-feely toward you. he was like: "who do you think you're sticking your nose on, huh? step over my corpse first if you wanna get y/n as your date." proceeds to kick the guy in his nose-

he almost got into a problem when a teacher passed by and questioned about the sudden commotion. but you handled the situation easily since you were the school's golden child.

"nothing is going on here, sir/miss. we were just playing around." you flashed a reassuring smile as the teacher believed in you and walked away.

honestly, you had to control his guts since he was so spontaneous and never reckoned things further.

KAEYA:

this guy's middle name was literally 'flirty' because i said so.

he'd flirt with you and smile in satisfaction seeing your flushed cheeks. also, did i mention that he stopped flirting with other people and only did it to you?

his reaction over people being total simps over you was neutral. he thought their reaction was normal since it was completely abnormal for not being dazzled over an immaculate creature like you.

one time on a rainy day when he had forgotten his umbrella, he watched the formidable rain pour down the earth and sighed.

"when will you stop?" he mumbled to himself, getting impatient since he had waited for half an hour and there was no one to be found around the building.

the bluenette was so surprised when you called him out of the blue. you were sure he almost dropped his book bag.

heat rushed through his cheeks when you offered him an umbrella. wait, blushing kaeya?! a rare sight to see indeed.

kaeya was screaming and jumping in mirth internally like a little kid receiving their favorite toy or food. sharing the umbrella with you together? he swore he would die in peace after this.

XIAO:

this small grumpy bean admired you since you were capable of handling much stuff with ease. plus the fact that you weren't scared of interacting with him since people were terrified by him.

it was honestly his dyed hair and a messy uniform that made people scared of him. his poker face added an extra point to it.

he started to develop a minor crush on you when he was rushing from a minimarket nearby the school to get some cat foods for the kittens he had been taking care of xiao with cats AWOOGA- and he caught you playing with the said kittens at the school's backyard.

"xiao? what are you doing here?" you called in pure curiosity. "are you here looking for the cats?" you teased and noticed his ears turned red at your statement. you were surprised that your guess was correct.

both of you ended up taking care of the kittens and boy was he so contented about the fact that you both were like adopting the kittens together, it was something that other people would never achieve.

you learned that xiao was the complete opposite of his external self. he might look scary and eccentric but he was such a huge softie inside. i mean, just look at how loving and careful he was while taking care of the kittens!

VENTI:

knowing this carefree music freak was your seatmate and how clingy and flirty he could get to you, made your fans dislike him. they were jealous of him since he always tagged along with you wherever you went.

he eventually got bullied by your so-called fans; like: stealing his flute when he was going to play a tune for you, dampening his sportswear so he had to wear his regular uniform during p.e class, etc.

it was actually weird for your so-called fans to see him not fazed over their cheeky doings.

there was one time that their bullying toward venti was out of borderline and you were there to witness their wicked activity.

you were aware of their doings in the past but you paid no mind, thinking they were just playing with venti. but this time seeing he was thrown with basketballs with hatred masked on their faces made your heart sink and blood boil.

everyone was beyond shocked seeing your usual calm expression turn indignant. your so-called fans trembled in fear as you shot them a death glare, it was like a warning to them not to mess with venti anymore.

when you helped the music freak treat his wounds at the nurse's office, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed about himself.

he was upset with himself for being a weakling and not able to stand up for himself. also, the fact that you stood up for him made him feel worse yet somehow amused at the same time. he was glad knowing that you cared for him.

"seriously, y/n, having you see me in a humiliating situation like this is the last thing i want to show you. but i guess there's a benefit too, huh?" he grinned ear-to-ear as you raised a brow at him. "could you please kiss my wounds so the pain will go away faster?" he giggled.

"what are you? a kid?" your cheeks heated and resumed cleaning his wounds.

[sheep-from-rad]

—Tease

Notes: I don’t know. This idea sprung up while I’m on domain run. I want to add more characters but the only ones that came up to me was Kaeya and Itto. I have a sagau fic WIP and this is the first time writing something like this so please, pardon me. Warnings: NSFW, body jewelry (piercings), AFAB! Reader (no pronouns used), restraint (just a bit, not much), smut, dumbification, overstim, MINORS DNI Characters: Kaeya Alberich, Arataki Itto Masterlist

Kaeya~ What’s the best jewelry for a smooth talker? You got it. A tongue piercing. Tongue piercing Kaeya is either a Snake eyes tongue piercing or a venom tongue piercing. Classic Midline is also good. He probably got it after leaving Ragnvindr household and occasionally flashes it to annoy Diluc. As he is good at teasing on streets, he’s just as good at teasing in the sheets (and the table/wall/office, this man’s very comfy and loves the thrill of getting caught). Kaeya will have you pinned on his office table. Work all scattered on the floor as he his tongue worked on your cunt. Your hands tied with his belt (his vision on his pocket) and his hands roaming the plush of your thighs. He will purposely slap his pierced tongue on your clit as his eye look at your face. If he’s feeling mean, he will have you pinned down for ages smirking as you moan loud as his tongue explores your insides. Pray to the archons that he won’t learn about the vibrating ones because he will for sure will have you cumming for hours just by using it.

“What’s with that look? We’re not on the main event yet”

Arataki Numero Uno Itto~ This guy has not one but two piercings down there. You may be wondering, why does an Oni have a Reverse Prince Albert and a Hafada piercing? It all happened when his gang rescued a man from Fontaine after he got lost due to a Bake-Danuki that pranked him. Actually, that’s a lie he got that piercing because he said he was curious. Itto can be a bully when it comes to it. He will have you on his lap, pressing your back and his chest and keep hold of you as he pulls most of his length only to slam back in. Either that or he will have you on your hands and knees, him pounding you hard enough to reshape your insides. The reverse PA grinding hard at the entrance of your womb and the Hafada hitting your cunt as he goes balls deep. At the end of the night, you’ll be reduced to nothing but a babbling, crying mess.

“I should get another one if you like it that much”