#yandere kaeya smut

[lijojo]

genshin sugar daddies

premise: you have seven sugar daddies: one for every day of the week. a bit overwhelming, right? however, you somehow find ways to make time for each and every one of them, no matter how emotionally and physically demanding they are. it's just that, now they don't seem too keen on sharing, and you don't know what to do. (modern au)

tw: nsfw, dark content - minors dni

mondays are always harder in more ways than one. mondays are diluc's days, and that means that you're spending a good portion of your nights at angel's share.

on mondays, it's happy hour. which means that you're sitting at a booth in the corner looking pretty while diluc is tending to his customers. you're more than happy to sit back and relax while you wait for him to finish with work. when the drinks are on the house, you're willing to wait as long as it'll take.

periodically, when he's not busy, however, he'll walk over to you and engage in conversation. you act as a taste-tester for new drinks so he's always asking you if you like them. you two will talk about your day, any interesting events, and so on until diluc is pulled back into work again.

then you're back to fiddling your fingers and watching him work. over time, you've learned that he preferred that you not do anything while you were supposed to be with him. that instead, you fixated your gaze on him while he moved about. sometimes you'll catch him looking at you to see if your eyes are still on him.

even while he's dealing with a certain tone-deaf bard, there's something about the way he looks at you so intently that reminds you of a predator.

when angel's share closes, you're there to keep him company while he cleans up. when he's done, he'll sweep you away back to his manor.

you'll fall onto the sheets as he grinds against you. his shallow breaths brush against your throat. the look he gives you is nothing short of intense.

"everyone at the tavern was looking at you, you know," he mutters, running his fingers down your chest, sinking into your pants. he pulls them down effortlessly along with your panties. "didn't you feel it, darling? their filthy eyes on you. they want to ruin you. everyone wants to ruin you."

he throws your legs over his shoulders, his fingers crawling up your thighs. you jump when he suddenly inserts two fingers into your cunt, scissoring you. his free arm wraps around your leg to keep you locked against him. his eyes are glued onto you as he presses a kiss against your calf.

"but your eyes were on me all night, weren't they. couldn't take your eyes off me, could you. you're mine, dear. do you hear me? you're mine."

you don't overlook how tight his grip is. tight enough to make you wonder if he'll ever let you go. in the morning, he does, but you're scared for the day he wakes up and decides that it's for the last time.

tuesdays aren't as bad. when you’re sore from the night before, childe is there to take you out to meals, shopping, and sightseeing. he's not always available to spend time with you on tuesdays, because of his equally-demanding job and whatnot, but when he is free, he never wastes a second.

or a dollar.

childe smirks smugly from his sea. his posture is lax, one hand lazily tracing circles on the chair's arm while the other comes up to rest under his chin.

"how about you twirl for me, girlie? you look so beautiful."

you giggle, observing yourself in the mirror. "why thank you."

you bask in the way the soft satin kisses your skin. the way your newly-own earrings sparkle under the dressing room's light. just a couple years ago, you could've only dreamed of being dressed so prettily.

"do your side-bitches ever treat you as well as me?"

"childe!" you chide.

he laughs, getting up from his seat. but you both know better than to believe his little chuckle is genuine.

he approaches you, sliding his hands around your waist. tucking your head under his chin, he stares at you through the mirror's reflection.

you don't say anything, and childe doesn't either. it appears he's more than happy to enjoy just standing there. his gaze is glossed over, far away.

the two of you sway side to side for what seems like forever until he decides to say something.

"do they buy you pretty things like i do?"

of course they do, you think. although you spend one-on-one time with each and every one of them, they are all aware of each other. it's only right that they did. it was the first thing you said when you brought the idea up to them, that it wasn't going to be exclusive.

but when you see the way he looks at you, you can't really tell him the truth. not when his focus is redirected from his thoughts to you.

"the things you buy me are a special kind of pretty," you reply.

it seems like that answer is enough for him, because he doesn't say anything else. instead he hums quietly, letting the vibration ripple in the back of your head. he slides his hands down your hips and before you can say anything else, he whips his head around.

"i'll buy these sets." he motions over to the closest clothes rack to an attendant you hadn't noticed. "and that one. and the dress she's wearing. how many colors does this come in, by the way?"

the attendant doesn't hesitate. "five colors, sir. they come in bla—"

"great." he shuffles through his pocket to pull out a black card. "pack them up, we won't be here any longer," he retorts.

the attendant looks ecstatic, quickly shuffling out of the dressing rooms towards the cash register with newfound glee.

"childe," you whine. "i don't think these will fit in my closet."

his hands crawl lower, his finger hovering over your clit. "then they'll fit in mine. come over any time of the week when you want to wear one of my special pretty things."

your breath hitches as he rubs slow circles on your clit. he pushes the two of you back into the dressing room and closes the curtains.

"what are you doing, she'll be back any second—"

he kisses the corner of your jaw, pressing his lips close to your ear. "no worries. if there's one thing i'm sure about, it's that no one undresses you faster than i do."

wednesday is when usually everything calms down. kazuha will typically invite you to a new park, scenic route, or gallery. together, you'll write haikus, sonnets, and limericks together. some hours you'll just sit in silence, putting pen to paper. and when the sun goes down you'll exchange poetry.

out of the seven men, kazuha probably scares you the most. he was the first person you decided to do this whole ordeal with, after all. and since he's known you the longest, he also knows about your circumstances more than others. maybe that's why he's so focused on treating you as if you were a fragile cherry blossom petal. his touches feel like ghosts, running down your forearm as he presses a kiss to the apple of your cheek.

in exchange for his protection, his money, and his care, you give him honeyed words. you act as his muse for when he's hit a creative block. you're there to listen to him read out verses when the wind can't bear the strength to carry them. you listen to his grief about his best friend, his loneliness when he was forced to leave his home country. as someone many of the locals looked to for wisdom, he too carried the emotional burdens of being someone's rock. emotional burdens that he let onto you (whether purposefully or not, you're unsure). but you listen anyway, hearing him talk about days of poverty, where sometimes he had to worry about things to eat, or how to get proper healthcare.

you can't lie and say you're always stable enough to hear some of the things he has to say, but you try.

even if you sometimes feel like you can't take it, you just smile and squeeze his hand tighter like you're supposed to. sometimes your mind will go on autopilot, and sometimes you'll stand up on the grounds of needing to go to the bathroom. but at the end of the day, this is what you signed up for. this. making men happy so that you yourself won't have to worry about your endless debt.

you peer over your notebook to see kazuha immersed in his own writing. but instead of his usual peaceful expression, he looks somber. his hands won't leave the paper, his eyes glued onto the words that he's drawn onto the pages.

"what's got you so worked up?" you ask curiously. "is it something new?"

it's like your voice snaps him out of his trance. he blinks, looking up at you. there's a smile you know all too well on his lips. "yeah, i suppose you could call it that."

"could i look at it? i want to see what's got you so focused like that."

his lips press into a straight line. "hmmm, maybe later."

his words catch you off-guard. usually he's the one who's eager to share his work, regardless of the quality. "oh? is it something you want to keep secret?"

he doesn't many any hint of an answer. instead, he puts down his pen and stares at the ground in contemplation. he's picking and choosing what words to say.

"i could protect you," he says, shuffling his papers to the side. you turn to him, curious. his expression slowly hardens. "by myself, i mean. i could take care of you."

"kazu—"

"i have the means to make a living for the both of us. i could sell more of my poetry, i know they'll sell well—"

"where is this coming from?" you move closer to him, brushing his hair aside. "kazu, are you worried about something?"

there's something that's stopping him from saying anything. his fingers intertwine with yours, his thumb caressing the back of your hand.

he purses his lips, before turning away and sighing. "no, not really."

after that, he doesn't say anything else. the two of you bask in silence once again. even though you're used to the quiet, there's something deep down in you that feels nervous. like something in the atmosphere changed. there's a sudden resolved glint in his eye as he get backs to writing so diligently on a piece of paper he won't let you read.

after all these days spent talking about himself, somehow you're scared for the day he suddenly decides to stop.

on thursdays you're usually at tighnari's greenhouse, watching him take notes of other plants while you twiddle your thumbs. once in a while, he'll begin rambling about the plants—what kind of species they are, how rare, their medicinal properties, and the like.

you're more of a companion, than anything. someone who can make his days a little less lonelier. and you appreciate it. it's much more tranquil with him. you can enjoy his sharp quips, especially when cyno comes to visit.

his sex-drive is relatively normal, if not a little below average. just like wednesday, you also expect thursday to be a typical rest day.

except when spring comes.

when spring comes, your routine get a little wonky. for one week, at least. because that's when tighnari's heat hits him like a fucking monsoon.

you can already tell when it's coming when he begins to hover closer to you. whenever you take your hand out to do anything, even the slightest gesture, he's already taking it and dragging it towards his sensitive ears.

the moment you've made your plans set to 'take the week off' and help him out, he's already on you, face pressed into your neck as if it's his oasis.

as you can tell, he takes this week very seriously.

"i bet—shit—those other fucks don't get to hold you as long as i do," he lets out as he fucks into you like there's no tomorrow. his hands hold onto your waist like he owns it, pressing sloppy kisses down your spine. "looking so pretty for me. i wonder what they'd say if you got pregnant with my babies. you'd be so much more beautiful plump with my kids. is that what you want huh? to make them angry with my cum stuffed in your gorgeous pussy?"

some days you almost can't believe how uncharacteristically aggressive he is. he dicks you down like he's trying to imprint his shape into the core of your body so that none of the others can fit inside.

and when he cums, he'll take whatever unfortunate portions slip out and smear it all over your chest. especially where your heart is.

then the process starts all over again.

when it's over, he'll spoon you. as if he didn't almost fuck you to death. his touch is tender, like a ghost's hovering over your skin.

"why won't you leave them all for me?"

you shift a little to look at him and kiss him softy, sweetly, on the line of his jaw. "oh, nari, you know i can't."

his ears droop at your words. "you can't, or you won't."

his words make you freeze a bit.

you think back to last week, and the week before, and the one before that. you think about why you started selling your services in the first place, the endless debt you used to be in, and the progression of the relationship between all seven of your...contacts. even if you wanted to, you don't think you could back out if you tried. you've dug a hole for yourself. one deep enough to cause some sort of disruption if you ever decided to stop digging.

so you just hum. "you know how much i love routine."

as some sort of apology, you give him and open-mouthed kiss, one he's almost desperate to return. he moans, hands cupping your face to bring you closer to him.

you're well unaware how much your words have an impact him.

at the end of the week, all al-haitham wants to do is unwind. it's the only logical thing to do. no late-night drinks with the colleagues, no stressful trips to some tourist trap. on fridays, al-haitham comes home to a meal made with love.

when al-haitham's at work during the day, you're usually running your actual errands. it's when you have time to make those one-in-a-blue-moon visits to your actual home, although it's getting harder to call it that.

when it gets to the late-afternoon, you'll usually head to al-haitham's place to start cooking. if you didn't know how to cook before, you do now. every ingredient is handled with care, measured meticulously just as you knew he preferred.

and when he gets home, tired and stressed out, you're there to welcome him with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

during dinner, sometimes he'll talk to you about work or the latest research he'd gotten himself immersed with. in return, you tell him about some of your childhood memories. your likes, your dislikes, what used to be your hobbies. you do your best to keep your personal matters out of the conversation, no matter how many times he tries to pry into your private life.

sometimes dinners feel like a full on investigation, the way he keeps greeding for more information about you. he watches you eat with calculating eyes. you pretend to pay no mind to it.

in the beginning, kaveh used to join you for dinners. you always liked the guy, the way he bickered with al-haitham and riled him up. but now you've begun to see less of him, as if he never comes home on fridays at all.

after dinner, there are two different outcomes depending on his mood:

outcome one is that you'll spend the rest of the night curling up on his couch, the both of you immersed in your own books. al-haitham leans on your shoulder as he flips through the pages as if they're nothing. you can't help but feel ticklish whenever his hair brushes against your jaw.

somewhere in the middle, he'll move one hand to start fidgeting with the end of your shirt, sometimes crawling underneath to caress your sides.

outcome two is less quiet. the moment he gets home with that solemn face, you know it's coming. his voice is huskier, his responses shorter. it's usually a result of an impending deadline, colleagues being more peskier than usual.

the moment you two are done with dishes, he gingerly takes your hand and leads you up to the bedroom.

his kisses tastes like green tea and dinner. his hands run up and down your torso, trying to imprint the feel of your skin into every inch of your brain. you whimper when his thumbs press softly into your nipples, rolling them around as they harden.

your hands find purchase on his collar, tugging him impossibly close. he groans at the contact.

you let out a yelp when your back suddenly falls onto the bed. your hands are pressed onto the sheets, al-haitham's fingers encircling your wrists. his knee nudges your legs further apart, rubbing at your clit.

"don't look at the ceiling, dear, look at me," he breathes out, his hands leaving your nipples to gently guide your face towards. "that's it. good girl. just me. just look at me. only me."

he smiles.

"now, let me do god's work on your divine body."

saturdays with ayato can sometimes get hectic. some saturdays you're out getting bubble tea together and enjoying the city, and other saturdays you're hurrying to some publicitiy event hosted by the kamisato clan.

on those type of days, you can expect to wear gowns layered with shiny nylon tulle fabric. it's not as revealing as what you'd try on in dressing rooms with childe. in fact, it's a bit more modest.

today you're wearing a light-blue gown to match with ayato. you turn around to get a good look at the cute bow attached at your waist, your diamond encrusted earrings swaying along with you.

it's as if you've put on another costume. another front to wear for the night.

ayato enters the room just shortly after. in his hands is a diamond necklace to match with your stunning earrings. small smile falls upon his lips when he clasps it on.

"you're beautiful," he mumbles. you giggle when he kisses you square on the lips, licking away the tinted color.

"ayato," you press in-between kisses. you place a hand on his chest to gently push him away. "you're going to ruin my lipstick."

he pulls away with a cheeky smile, taking your wrists to wrap around his neck. "you can always put on some more later."

you pout but kiss him regardless. he tightens his hold on you in reaction, moaning into your mouth.

at these kinds of events, you're there as his plus-one. just so that other officials could stop introducing girls to him when he clearly wasn't interested in them. it'd be arguable to say that you might even be there to make the events a little less intolerable.

somewhere along the lines, you'd sleep with him in addition to being his arm candy at parties. sometimes even before: you two rushing to put on your formal attires and fix your hair minutes before the event started.

but beyond that, you started to get to know him better. he'd whisper into your ear about funny stories relating to the guests as you meet them. sometimes you'd run away in the middle of the party to binge out on the food and talk about your other interests. surprisingly, he doesn't talk about the politics behind his duties as the head of the kamisato family. not as much as you expected, at least.

instead he talks about his dreams for a family. how many kids, what their names would be, how he'd raise them. and as he talked, he'd give you this heavy gaze that you're not sure what to do with. as if he was expecting something from you.

you're beginning to believe that ayato has somehow confused contractual girlfriend with actual girlfriend.

when you had met ayaka months ago, ayato introduced you as his girlfriend. you didn't attempt to correct him—that's ayato's business. not your's. but when you're expecting ayato to come clean to his dearest sister, you're sorely mistaken.

instead, while he kisses your lips so hungrily, he subtly slips a diamond ring onto your finger.

sundays are usually kaeya's days off. although the cavalry captain's duties are seemingly never endless, he takes the day off to take a breather.

in other words, he sees you.

at first, it was just candlelit dinners. he'd walk in with a bouquet of roses, complimenting your dress and staring at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes. he'd take you to somewhere fancy, pull out the chair for you and sweet-talk you all through the night.

conversations were fun with him. you didn't have to think much at all, not about how to pay the bills, the six men in your life who seemingly began to want yours to only revolve around theirs, or being someone your not.

kaeya was probably the only one who you felt you could be comfortable with. he made you laugh, he'd tell all sorts of interesting stories, and he never made the silence feel awkward.

at least, that's how you used to be.

you see, usually after these candlelit dinners you'd both go back to his place, with him ripping off your clothes the moment the door closed. but as of recently, he's been asking to come over to your place instead more often. almost too often.

and that's not the only thing that's changed.

the sex used to be rough. heated. almost as if he was consumed by all of his pent-up sexual frustration and was only focused on getting off. he'd slurp your cunt like a man starved but he'd still rail you as if that's the only thing he cared about.

but as time passed, he's been getting more and more...sensual. the sex is much more slower. personal, almost.

vulnerable.

after dinner, he slowly slips off your clothing. one article after another, until your left in your underwear. he first kisses you on the mouth, then your neck, then your chest, then your stomach. slowly, he makes a trail of them down your body, as if no skin deserved to be left untouched.

although you made a rule that no one could leave your marks on you, it doesn't mean he doesn't try. as he kisses your lower lips, sometimes he'll attempt to leave marks close to your clit. if you're not careful, diluc will find it tomorrow.

his thrusts were always deep, but now that he's much more purposeful about it. it's rhythmic, as if he's trying to reach a new spot inside you. somewhere no one's touched.

the pillow-talks are much more longer as well. he holds you tighter now, wrapping his arms around your hips as he tangles his legs with yours.

instead of ranting on about the silly incidents he witnessed on the job earlier in the week, he talks about his feelings. towards you. towards diluc. towards himself. some nights you can handle it, some nights are too much.

but you can't say anything. not when he's holding onto you like you’re his lifeline. not when he helps you pay off your debt. and so you let his raspy voice whisper in your ear as he combs his fingers through your hair. you listen to him mumble sweet-nothings.

you're not sure if you like the adoring look he gives you as you drift off to sleep.

[yaekiss]

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

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it fear?”

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

“Or is it desire?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s no one next door anyways.”

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Hook, Line, and Sinker

You're the poor (lucky) soul that's managed to capture a vampire's interest

Bottom!FTM!Vampire Kaeya x Top!Masc!Werewolf Reader

{Request} [Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stalking, Yandere, Aphrodisiacs, Somnophilia, Oral, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Womb Fucking, Degrading

📝 1,206 Words

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Your life has been pretty average up until you moved to Mondstadt for work. Strange things would happen all the time and you could never understand why. There are far more supernatural types in the region but you've never had a problem with them as most people don't mess with werewolves so you never considered it a possibility.

You can always tell that you're being watched but you never find the culprit and you've just given up on it. If they're not stealing, it's not too big of a deal, right?

Whenever you tried to hook up with someone, they'd disappear on the way to your or their home. You'd turn around for one second and they'd be gone. They always showed up in the city the day after but they seem to forget about the interaction from the night before, making you think you got too drunk.

Then you started getting weird things in the mail, specifically used underwear and some items of clothing. All of them had a strong scent on them, like the sender was your lover in a different region sending you something to help you get through the separation.

The first time you got them, you sniffed one of the clothes, only to figure out who it is but you end up getting a boner. The smell was both strong and arousing. You could identify blueberries and various wines along with something stronger, something you've never smelled before.

You fell to your knees, your cheeks burning with a boner straining through your pants. Clouded with lust, you pulled your bottoms down and reached for one of the panties to rut into them.

Your stalker stared through the window, a hand down his pants as he watched you desperately get off to the smell of his clothes.

You threw the clothes away and decided you would look out for the smell when you went out. Even when the stalker sent more, you'd throw them out despite how tempting and strong the smell was.

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After a long day of work you collapsed onto your bed and fell into a deep sleep. A sleep so deep that you don't wake up even as a warm mouth swallows your cock whole.

The vampire practically worships your cock, treating it as a prize while his fingers are pushing in and out of his hole desperately. He can barely fit it all in his mouth but he does his best.

You still don't wake up even as you come and knot your stalker's mouth. He could easily teleport away but he likes feeling your hot shaft pulsing in him, he hopes you'll knot his cunt too.

When your knot finally goes down, which took a surprisingly long time, your stalker takes his leave.

And when you finally wake up, your nose is filled with that same strong and arousing scent. You can't help but jerk yourself off to it, breathing his scent in heavily and wishing you could fuck the owner of the smell.

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You were starting to feel pent up despite the fact that you'd get yourself off whenever you smelled him, which was pretty often at this point, you needed more than your hand and a stupid fleshlight would never be enough.

You decided to take one last crack at hooking up, hoping to find another werewolf or a succubus. Humans are too weak to handle the sexual urges you have right now.

You sit at the bar of the Angel's Share and order a glass of wine. Another person sits next to you, someone who, if you were currently in your right mind, you would've identified as Kaeya the Calvary Captain.

But right now, you know him as your stalker and someone who you'll do anything to fuck. Even if you weren't under his 'spell', or his unnaturally arousing scent, you'd still want to try and hit on him.

"All by yourself tonight?" He asks, smiling.

You manage to calm yourself down enough to make a proper conversation, that specific scent of his isn't strong enough to overwhelm you. "Yeah. I was hoping I'd find someone as pretty as you."

Kaeya turns to the side, biting the bottom of his lip. He's not the best at flirting, it's especially bad when the other reciprocates his flirting. "Tha- thank you..."

"Can I-" You pause. Why are you trying to pick up your own stalker? Laws and morals aside, he's already smitten for you. "Can I take you home, stalker?"

Kaeya's heart pounds faster and he nods.

You place enough mora to cover your drink on the counter and lead Kaeya out. Your house is thankfully close to the tavern so it's not long before you end up pushing Kaeya against your front door and aggressively making out with him.

You growl in his ear, quickly undressing him. "Dirty fucking whore." You snarl, ripping his underwear off and bringing him to the floor, gently enough that he doesn't get hurt. Kaeya trembles in arousal, his slick bringing out more of his scent.

You spread his legs open, pulling your pants and boxers down. "Since you're so desperate for me, you won't mind if I just fuck you, right?" You ask, sort of rhetorically, teasing the tip of your cock against his entrance.

Kaeya whimpers. "Please- yes-" His eyes are glued to your thick length.

You lift his hips up and force your length as far as you can go, your tip bumping against his cervix and making Kaeya come. "Fuck- breed me! Please!"

Any little bit of resistance you had disappeared at hearing those words. You dig your nails into his hips and fuck into him mercilessly, entering his womb.

He throws his head back in pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the pain. "Ooh~!"

You fuck him roughly, treating his body like nothing more than a flesh light. "Gonna fuck you full of my pups, slut." You groan.

Kaeya throws his head back, squirting from your aggressiveness. "Yes~! Want yo- your pups~!"

Your sharp teeth graze his neck, making Kaeya think you're going to mate him but you move down to his collarbone, littering bites along it and downwards to his chest.

Kaeya screams in pleasure, sucking you in desperately. You grab his thighs and move him into a mating press. He chokes out a gasp as you drill into him deeper, making sure he's properly bred.

You thrust into him a few good times before forming your knot and painting his womb white with cum.

After your knot goes down, you fuck him on the couch, then in your office, then the shower, and then your bedroom.

When you wake up, or really, come to, you find yourself at a wedding. And you seem to be the groom waiting for yours to walk down the aisle.

He looks gorgeous, you can't lie to yourself, he's wearing a beautiful dress and a bouquet of flowers that are your favorite color.

How you got into this situation is beyond you, but you don't feel like you should leave. Your brain is suddenly telling you that you're in love with Kaeya and that you'll start a family with him.

You suppose you have no other choice but to believe it.

[prettygaltater]

Gripping his head and pushing him down into the soft mattress pillows and blankets sprawled everywhere as you thrust into his tight hole moaning loudly from the overstimulation.

Pulling his head up so he can see himself in the mirror and how much of filthy dirty whore he is. He looks like a mess tears rolling down his eyes and sweat rolling down his body cum smeared on his stomach.

Aw he looks so cute

[vtoriacore]

✧ you must want him back, right?

note: nsfw! yan! kaeya thoughts for the brain because i said so but also there is a dash of perv!diluc sooo

tw: NSFW, [18+ fem!reader] - mentions of female anatomy, yadere, non-con [drunk people cannot consent], very brief mention of aphrodisiac

synopsis: in which kaeya orders you a few too many drinks, with the sole purpose of getting you to accept him because he can't stand it when you're sober and don't.

thinking of how kaeya would get you very drunk and slip in an aphrodisiac into your drink to make sure you don't reject his advances as you always do when you're sober, making sure you're susceptible to all his touches when you're eventually under the influence.

he'd have no shame in convincing you to drink a little more, saying things like "you deserve to relax sweetheart" or "let loose just this once, yeah?" as you can't help but feel pressured into drinking more and more of the extravagant cocktails he keeps ordering from diluc, who doesn't particularly care for your state as he's too focused on staring at the way your cleavage is showing anyway.

diluc knows exactly where and how kaeya will be fucking you upstairs, at the furthest corner of the tavern, where he will take his time to observe how you expertly bounce on his step-brother's cock wishing it was him you were riding instead with that delightful fucked out expression on your face.

as you eventually drink so much you're practically out of your mind, kaeya will start making his advances by slowly starting to caress your thigh while knowing that you're absolutely enjoying his attention in the moment. he doesn't care it's immoral or wrong; you're rightfully his anyway. he owns you and you don't get a a say in it.

well, you might not agree when you're fully aware of what's happening, but it doesn't matter because right at this second his partially gloved hand hovers over your already soaking cunt and you seem to encourage him to keep going as you bite your lip with that specific look which screams "come fuck me, kaeya" in your eyes.

and although you don't really notice, every time it happens, he is so insanely into you - practically undressing your form with his eyes as he inspects every curve of your body, wishing you'd just pounce on him yourself. he just can’t wait but to get his hands on you, and isn’t afraid of showing you how eager he is to take you despite having done this many times previously.

the patrons at the tavern have long since stopped bothering to intervene, whether plastered or sober, because they learned to accept that ignorance is the only thing which will stop either kaeya or diluc completely silencing  them. they've learned to ignore the sound of the chair scraping upstairs, learned to ignore the hushed gasps and moans as kaeya relentlessly thrusts his hard dick into you and they have certainly learned to ignore how diluc would go investigate everything is alright under the pretense of "making sure some fools didn't start a fight".

and as this routine repeats, with kaeya getting bolder and bolder as he knows you won't remember a single thing in the morning, he eventually brings you back to his own house to fuck some more, away from the prying eyes. and especially the ones of diluc. those he doesn't want on, rightfully, his darling.

oh, he hates, absolutely loathes how the former looks at you! your body is his and his only, what right does that asshole have to dare even spare you a glance? as the sheer frustration, borderline fury, overtakes his senses the khaenrian can't help but squeeze your throat, going in and out of your puffy pussy faster and harder with each second, as if it was your fault that diluc would always gaze at you with that disgusting stare.

but he relishes in the way you mewl out his name, observing with his sole, uncovered brilliant blue eye how your own roll back from the sheer pleasure he's giving you. and he himself takes pleasure in the way diluc won't ever get to do this, because you're his darling and only he gets to appreciate your divine body.

"c'mon . . . scream for me, doll. louder. i know you can," he would encourage you, feeling his cock get even harder if that was possible at the way your nails would claw at his tan back. the way you'd be pretty much incoherent tells him just how much of a good job he's doing, and he absolutely denies it's the alcohol doing the talking.

none of that matters anyway, as long as he gets to see your glistening from the sweat body writhe underneath his touch as you go over the edge, imagining the expression of jealousy diluc would wear all the while knowing he could never fuck you the way kaeya does and always will.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Coerce - Yan! Kaeya x fem! Reader

Yandere! Kaeya x fem! Reader

Part 2 of the “Baby Trapping” Series

Warnings: General yandere themes, toxic relationships, heavy religious themes, mention of corrupted organizations (The church), emotional manipulation, slight victim blaming, black mail, coerce, implied physical violence, possessive and obsessive thoughts and behaviors, implied controlling behavior, implied codependency (both parties), dehumanizing reader, injury, mention of blood, wanting to punch Kaeya in the face for this one, and inaccurate religious customs/tellings.

Not sfw warnings: d00gy style, vaginal fingEring, mention of loss of virginity, one slap on the ass, teasing, cumming inside without permission, dub-c0n/non-c0n, use of pet name (Sweetheart and probably sweetie I forgot), coerce into doing the act itself, hint of corruption kInk, baby trapping.

Please tell me if I missed any warnings that are needed.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT condone any of the harmful and toxic behaviors and thoughts that may take place in this piece of FICTION. None of this should be romanticize or even considered normal as it is extremely toxic and dangerous. If you find yourself in such a situation, please seek help if able to.

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 Kaeya thinks of you as a pet. As cruel and inhumane it is, he can’t help but to think of you as one. A relationship was never confirmed, yet you still wait for him like a loyal dog. Tail wagging whenever you saw his face, heard his voice as he talks to others. He likes to make you chase after him, your attempts to make him notice you cute.

And, of course, he does reward you, at times. He gives you attention if you’ve been especially good, following his unsaid orders. Pets your head in private, praises disguising the insults he’s casually throwing your way. Nothing serious, it’s just cute, the way you take him at face value. Too scared to face the reality that awaits you.

And he loves it. He’s sadist at heart, despite being as lonely as a winter tree, bare of any of its leaves. And that’s something he’ll never admit, not to you, not to himself, not to anyone. And maybe, he thinks, that’s why he keeps you around. You follow him around like a lost puppy no matter what, even when he leaves you waiting at the Anemo Archon’s statue two hours after the meeting time. You always wait for him, no matter the time.

Unless work comes into play, then you avoid him like the plague. It slightly annoys him and has implied you should focus more on him towards the end of the week, but he never forced you to. He’s a busy man himself, his job is demanding, so he understands why you would put your work before him. You can’t live off him.

Even so, you’ve been acting… different, as of late. You didn’t bother to say hi to him as you pass by, instead rushing past him. Like you didn’t want to see him, even. Okay, sure, your affection for him has slowly, but surely, started to dwindle for the past few weeks.

Turning him down gently whenever he asked you out, avoid running into him on the streets, stopped going to Angel’s Share almost completely, only visiting the Tavern when you know he’s on patrol duty. You have his schedule down to a T, and from the looks of it, you keep changing yours. Like you didn’t want him to contact you, fading away like a ghost.

Like you wanted to become a ghost of his past, and he yours.

He could feel it; you’re slowly untangling yourself from his web of lies, starting to look under that flirty exterior and see the liar he is, how shallow he can be. But you don’t have the courage to leave him, he thinks. Ah, but that’s the problem – he thinks. He doesn’t know anymore, your actions and behavior slapping him in the face. The whiplash is something he didn’t expect.

And it stings more than he’d like to admit.

But no matter, a few sweet lies here and there, and you’ll be back to normal in no time. Bringing him lunch on your break, waiting him to get off of work if you didn’t have a shift or managed to get off early. Waiting for him like the loyal dog you are, at his beck and call.

You’re supposed to be obedient. Docile and demure, never leaving his side. He’ll be bored otherwise, yes. He has – should have – you under his thumb. You told him yourself that you can’t live without him.

God, his mind is everywhere right now. He’s torn between acting indifferent and confronting you. But that’s not like him. He’s not the type to ‘beg’ nor is he the type to talk it out. You were supposed to be a means to pass the time. He had planned to (eventually) let you, be it through heart break or directing your affections and attentions to another man.

Thinking about that now leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. Salt, it tastes like pure salt, a thirst so strong he almost can’t contain it. This isn’t like him. He’s slowly falling apart the more you avoid him. How long has it been? Weeks? A month?

A month too long. His value as a person is low, he knows that. And deep inside, he’s aware he’s kept you around so much because he was unknowingly desperate for validation deep inside. He’s both aware and in denial about needing you by his side, lest he crumbles into dust. You’re both a curse and a blessing.

And he hates himself for feeling this way.

He’s possessive of you, extremely so. He’s aware of that, he keeps up with the façade of being a nice guy just to keep you around. No matter how he treats you, in the end, Kaeya is nothing more than a twisted, horrible man in ‘love’.

Which is why he has you on you cornered against one of the benches in the church, ready to taint you a dirty black. Did you think you could escape him so easily? No, did you think you could escape him at all? How naïve of you. But it’s cute – you’re cute – so he’ll forgive you.

“Hey there sweetheart… long time no see. How long has it been? A month?” He smiles ever so sweetly, but there’s bitterness seeping through. He doesn’t like the way you stare at him in worry. Worry for your well-being.

“Ka… Kaeya? What are you doing here?” You shift in your seat, eyes looking at the small space between his arms against the back rest and the wooden seat. You’re thinking of escaping. He can’t have that, now, can he?

“A little birdy told me you spend your time here now. I just wanted to check up on you, you know? Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite person, can you?” He answers while tightening his grip on the wood, waiting. Will you make a move?

Or will you succumb to him and behave like a good girl?

“’Favorite person’… yet you barely, ever showed up on time? The math doesn’t add up, make it make sense, Kaeya.” Oh, you have a bite now. A mistake – it only makes him want to tame you.

Your fingers are clenched in front of your chest, as if in payer. “Since when did you become religious?” He stares down at you, hating how you didn’t bother to meet his eyes. You just stared at his chest, there but not really seeing it. Not really seeing him.

Had he really become a ghost of your past?

“Since I gave up on you.”

Ouch. Okay, that hurt, it stung, and he really wants to shut your mouth, preferably with his. Your neck looks so easy to strangle. Should he do just that?

Enough to make you gasp, not enough to injure you.

“Oh? That’s a bit hard to believe, sweet cheeks. Just a month ago, you couldn’t go a day without seeing me. What made you change your mind?” He doesn’t budge when your hands unclench, landing on his chest, pushing him away. He’d rather you pull him closer.

You let out a sigh, clearly done with him and his antics. He wants to say you’re overreacting, but that’s hard to say when he’s aware of his own actions.

“Well, for one, please move aside. It’s uncomfortable,” your eyes shut close and brows furrow. Your patience with him is finally about to snap. How adorable.

“You’re a sweet talker, purposely flirting with other women to get a rise out of me. You never show up time when you ask me out, and sometimes you didn’t even come. You’ll shower me in gifts during the day, only to insult me with sugarcoated words, thinking I wouldn’t notice. You love to make me suffer, to drag me along a leash like I’m a dog.”

Kaeya listens, not once interrupting you. The way your voice gets higher, and tears form in your eyes makes him want to gag you on his cock. The thought unsettles even him.

“And not once did you clearly say what our ‘relationship’ was, even when I questioned you about it,” you finish off, harshly wiping away a stray tear with the heel of your hand.

Everything stays quiet, as he processes your words, your actions. You’re not wrong, and the rational part of his mind doesn’t blame you. Can’t blame you. But his pride and yearning come first. How hard can he make you cry? How hard can he make you regret leaving him?

“I see… such a shame, then. I apologize for making you feel such a way,” he smiles, gently removing one of his hands from the backrest, choosing to softly caressing your cheek. His thumb rubs under your eye, effectively ridding of the tear sliding down, unconsciously leaning into his touch.

He likes you this way.

Docile. Obedient.

Shyly, you look downwards. A soft sigh before you push against him harder, and this time, he takes a step back, hand leaving your cheek. “You’re apologizing for making feel bad when you should be apologizing for acting shitty.” And the bite comes back.

You pause before adding on, “And besides… I’m in training to become a nun, in case you didn’t notice my attire. Or did you think I was cosplaying?”

Yes, he thought you were cosplaying. No, he won’t admit he feels like an idiot now.

“A nun huh… a surprise sudden career change.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Is it a question worth answering?”

You can’t help the way you smack your forehead with the palm of your hand. He finally made you irritated. And then, a smirk stretches on his lips.

“I didn’t realize non-virgins could completely serve gods.” The way your eyes widen and how you jerk your head up to look him has him smiling. He’s a shitty person for bringing that up*.

“What a rude thing to say! And besides… we both know there’s currently a married woman with a child who became a nun.” You balk at him, clearly uncertain about your situation now.

He had taken your virginity a year ago, back when you were still in the honeymoon phase. You had sex a total of three times between that period and now. And each time, you declared your love for him. Can the church accept such a sinner?

Perhaps the Archons could and would, but the church is different story. It’s rather fickle, picky with who it takes into its arm and who it shuns within the shadows. Corruption and religion go hand in hand, you can’t deny that. You could only ignore it.

“I suppose your right…,” he leans in closer, one hand grasping the backrest again, mouth next to your ear. His hot breath makes you shiver. “But whose to say they’ll accept you as well? You know just how picky they can get… would be a shame if someone were to…,” his teeth nibble your ear, eliciting a small gasp from you, “tell them.”

He pulls back a bit, able to look you in the eyes. The horror and resentment in your eyes both amuse and hurt him. So, you really have grown tired of him, have you? Such a shame he hasn’t grown tired of you. And he’s not sure if he ever will.

“… you really are a horrible man,” nothing but bitterness lies within your words. You don’t even bother to hide it, instead wanting him to know how deep your distain runs for him. “Why are you bothering me so? Have you not grown tired me, despite always throwing me to the side? I was never your priority so I don’t know why you’re so intent on making my life a living hell with just your mere presence alone.”

“You’re nothing more than a depraved man seeking salvation that will never come. *”

Something snaps. His hand hurts and feels wet. A warm liquid, a horrified squeal, he’s not sure what the fuck happened. Whether he’s finally become mad, or if he’s finally became the fallen empire that crumbled away with only sinners left.

He needs to get a hold of himself. He’s not too fond of physically violence despite his job, nor does he want to be seen as a mindless caveman. So, he takes a step back, taking a deep breath and out. And he’s back to normal.

You don’t say anything, probably can’t, and only realizes why when he looks where your eyes are glued to; the bench has been snapped, the backseat covered in broken wood. He looks at his hand. Wood shards poking out of his gloved hands, blood seeping through, running down his wrist. He’s gone too far he can’t deny that.

He glances at you, only to find your eyes wide and mouth opened into a small ‘o’. You’re trembling slightly, and he wants to make you tremble more. Tremble, moan, cry, wants to make you smile, laugh, tend to his wound. He wants it all, he wants none of it, he wants to hug you, he wants to strangle you for saying such things. He needs to teach you a lesson.

“Ka… Kaeya… what the fuck…,” you finally look at him, hands coming up to cover your mouth. He doesn’t respond, doesn’t smile, just stares into the void that is you. “A… are you okay? In the head?”

Perhaps it was second nature by now, but you gently grab his hand, inspecting it like a rare specimen. It feels warm. It feels right.

“I don’t think you want me to answer that… although… I do think we need to come up with a story.” He smiles coldly at you, flexing his hand hard enough to push the wood in deeper. It stings, it hurts, but he needs a grounding or else he might hurt you.

“We…? There is no ‘we’, just ‘you’.” You don’t look at him, but his hand is still in his grasp as you pry it opened. He lets you, only if to remember the vibrant past. “… you need to leave,” you let go and attempt to leave.

His words alone stop you before you could even leave the aisle.

“Are you sure you want to leave before we finish our conversation? Ah, not only not being a virgin would give you a bad look, but to leave an injured man be… it won’t look good on your record.” A choice. Which option would you choose? To leave or to stay?

Both of you know the answer.

“… excuse me?” Ever so slowly, your head turns towards him, eyes narrowed. The hatred in your eyes burn hotter than the sun. “Why in Teyvat would you say that? Threatening me too? You’re really sick in the fucking head.”

“And yet you loved me still.”

Your chest heaves, feet dragging you to him, standing straight right in front of him. You weren’t thinking straight, your breathing was heavy. He’d rather you be that way on his cock, squirming in nothing but pleasure, squealing as he drills into you.

“’Loved’. Past tense, I no longer want anything to do with you. You’re nothing more than a parasite, and I’m tired of being your host.” Your finger jabs at his chest, hard enough to hurt you but not him. You were so weak compared to him.

He could easily turn you around and bend you over, fucking you until you were apologizing all the way to hell. The very place he’ll drag you to the moment you leave or get taken away. Count your lucky stars he’s controlling himself enough not to harm you.

“Oh my, your words are hurting me. Venom is dangerous, you know? Although, I don’t think you’d like to get frost burn. Better calm down before it gets too chilly.” His bloodied hand goes to hold your hand, the one jabbing at him.

“And besides, who do you think they would believe… a training nun who couldn’t keep her chastity until marriage, or the esteemed knight who does his duty to protect the citizens of Monstadt?” His cocky tone does nothing but to infuriate you more.

“You’re not protecting me, Kaeya.”

“Ah, but I am… think of it this way… a random drunkard, who so happened to be on the wanted list was harassing a training nun during her prayers, and the Cavalry Captain stopped him. That sounds better than a nun seducing the Cavalry Captain in the middle of the night, in the holy church, no less.”

You take a step back, but he doesn’t let go of your hand. “That… that wouldn’t explain the damage done to the bench.” The reality of the situation was finally settling in.

“Ah… I suppose that’s right. However, it could be said that the Cavalry Captain had to retrain control. It’s not uncommon to hear of, a man damaging something to keep his lust at bay.”

“That doesn’t make sense, and only serves to make you look bad!” You argue back, shaking your head. He was fucked up.

Kaeya continues, “It may make me look bad… but it’ll make you look worse.”

It was bullshit, it would absolutely make him the villain. Using violence of any type on a woman was horrible in the public eye. But you weren’t thinking straight, fear coursing through your veins like fire. And he’s using it against you.

“… What do you want?”

“Hm? Say that again? I couldn’t hear you.”

You take a breath in. “I said, what do you want? I don’t need you to ruin my life anymore than this.” Your voice cracks, and he can see the tears forming. You’re finally breaking apart. And he loves it.

“First,” He lifts his hand, still holding yours, “Tend to my wound, okay?”

--

With the wound tended to and mood shifted to a sexual tone, Kaeya has once more turned the situation to his liking. He had you bend over, hands holding onto the backseat, ass up, legs spread apart. Your dress was scrunched up to your waist, pure white panties on display for his eyes only. Like how it’s supposed to be.

Such a sinful sight for a ‘holy’ woman. A follower of a God that won’t listen to her prayers. How ironic.

“My, my… how lewd. To think a ‘pure’ nun would spread her legs for me, a lowly Cavalry Knight.” A slap to your ass that brings forth a moan. God, he missed this. The way your body reacts to him, how he studied your body from the late hours to the early rise of the sun. He knows it inside out.

“Shut up…,” your breath hitches when he grabs your hair from the roots and pulls. Your body is reacting in a manner you don’t want it to. You hate yourself for this, for giving in so easily. For not letting go sooner before his obsession and possessiveness of you started to fester.

Kaeya almost feels guilty. But not enough, not when you’re in front of him, bend over the bench like a whore, whimpering as he tugs your hair or delivers a slap to your ass. Your body is more honest than you are. He’s more honest than you are.

Prepare yourself for the years to come.

“Heh… you say you hate me, but your body loves me, right?” He leans forward, draping himself over your body, chest pressed against your back. He wonders if you can feel his heart beating. “Tell me, did you ever miss this?”

His uninjured hand travels down your front, skipping over your breasts and straight to your crotch. You shiver, biting your lip as to keep quiet. You don’t need anyone to hear from the outside, if possible. You just want to get this over with. You can’t get caught doing this here, in the church.

Slowly, his middle finger draws circles around your clothed clit, your legs trembling. You’re starting to get wet, perhaps as means to lessen the pain that might follow. The female anatomy is one he studied well, if only to tease and gloat about it to Diluc, who the Head Maid had scolded about the subject.

“Getting wet now, are we? How adorable.” He laughs, adding more pressure that makes you squeal. So sensitive, so right. He belongs here, with you, and you belong with him, no matter how toxic the relationship.

“Hey, stop – ah!” Head arched back; he loves the way you reach to his touches. You’re wet enough to slip in a finger, enough to feel the burning pleasure only he could provide. Why bother becoming a nun when you become his?

No.

You’ve always been his, be it in life or death. He’ll never let go, he can’t dare to part with his beloved pet. A pet that used to whine for attention, a pet that now growls and barks at it’s owner. Even bit him. But that’s okay. He just needs to train you some more.

And that training starts now.

“Stop? But why; your pretty little cunt is taking my finger so easily. Almost like you were waiting for this. Tell me, do you think about me when you touch yourself?” His teeth tease your earlobe, breath fanning the shell. You’re driving him crazy, your scent, your body, your scent. He’s going to drown the both of you.

“W-what? Nuns don’t… nuns don’t touch themselves…,” you breathe out, eyes closing once he starts to curl his finger. It’s sloppy inside, like it should be. Wet and soft, he can’t wait to do bareback.

“Nuns shouldn’t participate in the act of sex itself, yet here you are… and, if I recall, they are to ‘Marry God’. Or something along those lines, right? Give all your love to the Gods, the Archons, yet here you are, loving me with all of your body.”

“You blacked mailed me. Coerced me.” Same meaning, different words, no need to say them. You should be saying his name instead, like you used to. Yet, you’re not, barking at him still. What shall he do with you?

“I didn’t force you to do anything. I gave you a choice – you chose this option.” His finger thrusts in and out, in and out, you have a hard time thinking. Should you think? Should you give in to the pleasure?

Your mind says yes, your body says no.

“There, there, it’ll be fine. Just let me take care of everything, okay?” You don’t say anything, not even when he adds a second finger, curling them just right, making you squeal. Your reactions are cute, from the way you’re biting your lip to hide your moans, to the way your hips softly rock into his hand.

“Since you’re here, doing this, why don’t you just give in, hm? Might as well enjoy the ride… I know I am.” Kaeya grinds against your ass, erection straining against his (complicated. Breaking the 4th wall here cuz im going to forget otherwise, but like… does anyone know how his pants work???)pants.

Huffing, you shake your head, only to dip it when he increases his pace. A third finger and you’re fully rocking your hips into his hand, rubbing your ass against his erection. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit, head thrown back before there’s a silent scream, so close yet so far –

The whine that you let out once he takes his fingers away is unexpected. For you and him, if you smacking your forehead against the backrest of the seat is an indicator of anything. A pleasant surprise for him, an embarrassing and horrible mistake on your end. No matter, he’s sure of it.

You’re going to beg for him. You have to, unless you want to walk home in soaking wet panties.

Pride be damned, he’s going to tear down that wall you built around himself.

“Oh? Sweetheart, if you wanted more, all you had to do was ask.” His fingers trace your slit, gathering up your juices. It goes up, fingers gently going in your mouth. You can taste yourself. And you hate it, surely.

You hate him for getting under your skin and into your pants once more.

“Just say ‘please’, and I’m all yours. Oh, and of course, this’ll be kept a secret, unless it’s dire information they’ll need. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to convince them to keep you, if you really want to stay here.” You decided to play with fire the moment you laid your eyes on Kaeya Alberich.

“I… I shouldn’t, you should leave, this is fucked up –“

“But it feels so right, doesn’t it? You can still love your God with your heart even if you love me with your body… although, I’m not sure if you’ll ever be considered a nun in his eyes.” He tries his best not to laugh, not to insult you further. Because, as of right now, you’re insulting yourself.

“I… I don’t know… why are you doing this? Are you really that lonely?” Your legs shake, your voice is low, you don’t crane your neck to look at him. This was horrible, and truthfully, you weren’t sure if you wanted it or not. You can say no, right?

It’s Kaeya, right?

“Hm… maybe, maybe not. But were you that lonely to choose a husk of a man?” He hums, lips kissing your throat. He admits it, just once, that he was rather lonely. But you were also lonely, you had to be, to go after him day and night. You should have let go before it was too late. Before he latched on like a leach unknowingly, sucking you dry.

The cycle was unbreakable.

You give in, be it from fear or lust, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care – in the end, you were the one who gave him the green light. You said yes, and because you said yes, he’s going to fuck you dumb on his cock. He might die if he doesn’t, so you have to endure it. Like you used to.

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The sounds in the church were sinful. Panting, squealing, moans, slaps of skin – it was all sinful. His hips met yours, your pussy sucking every inch of him in. It feels right, this should, needs to become the norm from now on. It doesn’t matter if you’re a nun. What matters is that you’re his.

“Ah, ah, ah! Fuck, fuck!” You don’t ask him to go faster, don’t ask him to go harder. You just let your moans out for the church to hear, like a choir. You sing him paise with each note you hit, mouth open. Kaeya takes a hand to turn your head towards him just a bit, going in for an open mouthed kiss.

There’s saliva everywhere, tongues dance as his thrusts send you forward. So close, he’s so close to having you completely. You’re so wet, so soft, and he swears he won’t do this with anyone but you – and the same goes for you, it has to. Otherwise, blood will be drawn, and a cage made. You don’t want that, do you?

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You don’t respond, can’t with his tongue back in your mouth, silently begging for a breather. He doesn’t grant you that freedom, fingers circling your clit like a man gone mad. And, perhaps you did drive him mad. And he’s going to drive you mad, as mad as he.

“Mmh, fuck, can’t – ah – cum – “your hands grip the backrest like it’s your savior. Blunt nails digging into the wood, unable to form sentences. How long have you been at this? An hour? How many orgasms has he given you, showing you only he could do this?

Two, three?

This would be the fourth one, if that’s the case.

“Ah? Cum? Do you want to cum?” Kaeya laughs when all you do is nod your head, driven by lust by the devil himself. He gives it to, if only to drive the point home. He’s close himself, once again, so maybe he should pull out again –

An idea hits him.

He could get you pregnant. He could say it was an accident, that he did pull out but maybe it wasn’t on time. He could use a child against you, as much as he doesn’t want to use such innocence in the name of evil. He’s not sure if he’ll even be a decent father.

But he’ll try for you, promise.

For them.

Three fingers in your mouth, and he’s drilling his cock into you like a lifeline. One thrust, two thrusts, and on the fifth you’re finishing together, fingers rubbing at your clit like there’s no tomorrow. You shouldn’t have said yes, if you weren’t at least a little mentally prepare for the possibility of having a child.

Breathing is hard, heavy. Sweat clings to your bodies like a second skin melting off. You’re both spent, and –

“Don’t worry, if anything were to become of this, I’ll take care of it. Even with the church.”

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A/N: *1 – I kinda did research and it looks like you have to be a virgin to become a nun. Now, I could be completely wrong, and I apologize for that.

*2- one of my favorite lines I have ever written ngl.

Thank you for reading! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated !

[nightlytoxicpassion]

Dirty Desires with Kaeya! (kink and fetish list)

MDNI. Gender neutral reader. Poor writing and grammar.

Small note: I wrote this with yandere Kaeya in mind but, this can be read as normal Kaeya. 

(Kinks) Enjoys but doesn’t need in order to get off:

Bondage: Kaeya enjoys being on both the giving and, receiving end. Something about being wrapped up for your partner is exhilarating for him. Prefers soft silks over using cuffs and, rope, Thinks they’re too rough, and being rough with you isn’t romantic. 

Wax play: It’s arousing having hot wax drip on his chest as you ride him. The little pricks of pain just add to all the pleasure you’re giving him, plus the small marks are a nice reminder of you. However he isn’t a fan of dripping wax on to you. You’ll have to beg for him to do. He’ll always quickly cool the wax with his cold hands before hastily kissing the red marks.

Bathing: Although bathing together isn’t always sexual, and he really just wants to have a sweet moment with you. It can lead to more if you’re willing to lead the charge. It’ll really not hard to get him hard in this situation, you’re both naked pressed against one another. It’s so intimate and romantic. Oh if you add some roses, sweet smelling oil into water and light some candles he’ll be over the moon.

Massages: Love giving and getting massages, how could he not? Taking care of any pain or stress you have. Listening to the little groans you make, feeling your soft skin relax under his touch. Or having you give him a massage is amazing. Your hands oiled up and rubbing him all over. Kaeya will cum un-touched. Don’t worry he’ll give you a happy ending as well. 

Sleepy sex: Waking up to the love of his life is amazing as is but, after a long night of love making; he’ll still want to give you even more love. Despite being tired himself, he’ll gently kiss you awake. Hands gliding down your thighs - barely touching your sensitive parts. It’s not even really sex; more of humping or, cock warming. Some times he’ll penetrate you but it’s not a must. 

Orgasm control/Teasing: Hates being told not to cum, or being teased. He wants what he wants, being told no is a bit of a turn off for him. With that said he loves loves loves controlling your orgasms. Teasing you by ignoring the parts he know you want touched or, by pulling away last second. Kaeya adores seeing, and hearing how much you want him. Only does this once or twice (if he’s feel like being a little mean) he a giving lover so he can’t not give you what you desire.

Overstimulation: This only happen if he’s really horny. It’s completely on accident the first time it happened, he didn’t mean to keep going but, you felt too good wrapped around his cock. Those little stops and it’s too much, drive him crazy. He won’t ever over do though, if you really want him to stop just say your safeword and he’ll stop. Low key loves when you do it to him but, gets super winded afterward. He never wants to be the first one to tap out.

(Fetishes) Needs one of these to happen in order to get off:

Dirty talking: Kaeya is known for his honey words and, that follows right into the bedroom. He will say the filthiest things you’ve ever heard. Frankly with the way he talks you might have a orgasm from that alone. He really loves it when you start talking dirty back to him. Having you communicate your need is such a perverted way is something he needs you to do. If you’re more of a quiet lover that’s fine, he’ll get you talking in no time.

Spiting: He love it super wet and messy. Doesn’t matter how wet either you are, he wants it more wet. Your spit or his it doesn’t matter to him.  Kaeya also loves it if you drool on him when he’s fucking you so good that you can’t help yourself. 

Cum eating: Okay now this is where he gets super nasty. Kaeya goes fucking feral at the thought of you eating his cum, because the idea of being in you in such a taboo way is very arousing to him. He thinks its a bit sweet too like; he’s nourishing you with his vitamin C serum. This logic works both way, your cum or slick are a nice sweet treat before the main course. 

Food: Kaeya has this ultimate fantasy of finding you nude in your candle lit room, surrounded by rose petals and with body covered in sweet treats. Your nipples and genitals covered with whipped cream, honey drizzled over your thighs, heart shaped sprinkles litter you body. After licking you clean and of him getting a good taste if both whipped cream and your cream. Kaeya will fuck you so hard make passionate love to you. For aftercare he’ll take you to go the bath but, it’ll be filled with wine. Feeding you chocolate covered strawberries, getting a kiss after each one. Despite this being a big fantasy he has, Kaeya won’t tell you so a long time. Guess he has to keep sucking on your lip after having dessert.  

Snowballing: Pretty much the this is a mix of the cum eating and food kink. You eat your cum and, he eats his. I don’t know what else to write. He just likes it, and that’s just a fact.

Sweating: You know how when you work out and get a good sweat going, it means you’ve done a good job? Yeah Kaeya has the same mentality. If you’re not sweating by the end it feels like he’s done something wrong, wants you really hot and bothered. Also not to mention but... He does love how you smell afterwards. Your sweet musky scent with heavy smell of sex is amazing to him. Even likes the fact that you two get stuck together when you cuddle, making it all that harder for you to pull away from him. 

Dacryphilia (Crying): Never wants to see you in tears, let alone to have him be the cause of your tears. Although seeing you tear up and have a smile of your face as you beg for him not to stop? Yeah you’re going to be crying every night if he can help it. Sweetheart damn near cries himself when your eyes started fill up, think he’s hurt you. Apologizing none stop, he’ll need to be reassured that you were just really enjoying it.  

[yandollies]

A list of works in progress // upcoming works and ideas I have for things to write eventually <3 This is more for personal use to remind myself, but I decided to let you guys see it too ^^

NAAJI 'S PERSONAL NOTEBOOK

UPCOMING WORKS → Ftm Nakahara Chuuya x Ftm reader

IDEAS → Kaedehara Kazuha x Yandere reader (but Kazuha is low-key into it) Probably gn reader

15 ! Skk x Male reader (hcs ? Sfw + Nsfw, reader is also 15)

Toxic religious yaoi :3 (Fyodor x Male reader..,., Sex in a church maybe.....)

SA comfort with Kazuha x Male (ftm) reader (self indulgent)

SH comfort with ??? x GN reader (self indulgent again but idk who to write this with... Feel free to leave ideas on who I should do <33)

Heizou x Harbinger reader (Nsfw + general hcs)

Kaeya x Archon reader (ANGST !!1!1!1!1!1 And maybe sex I guess ..)

Something inspired by the song "Serve Me" by Unto Ashes (idk what exactly yet)

(I don't take requests so as to not stress myself out as someone who has school and work outside of this HOWEVER you are free to leave ideas or concepts and I might write about it if it seems interesting <3 I would actually appreciate it if you did! I don't wanna run out of ideas.... There is a chance I won't write them though, so keep that in mind.)

[tofu-loverx]

*opens the door*

Hi, I have an idea, okay so you know the song 'An Unhealthy Obsession' I thought what if the characters get Yeeted into Earth and try to find their creator but, they end up having a "crush" (crush as in them being a Yandere) on the reader, in the end, they get caught by the reader and, the reader confesses their "love" to them.

You can do it like a headcanon style if you would like but try to include Abyss!Keaya and Childe, if you find it hard to put SAGAU in you can take it out.

(I have no clue why I wrote this but hey it's 3AM and I have brain rot, also here is a card of the reader being a yandere and the song if you want to get ideas)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCMLMMgDUDA&list=PLzPhYRTvk1Ba3zJKwP3oFO4iWDIeXH4ZX&index=4&ab_channel=TheBlakeRobinsonSyntheticOrchestra-Topic

Have a good day/night *closes the door*

I hope this is exactly what I wanted, and I apologize again for not paying attention to your request.

Summary: The reader catches the characters of Genshin who came to Earth. Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Kaeya , Childe x gn!Reader Warnings: Yandere, stalking, eavesdropping, annoyance, innuendo, discomfort. Type: HCs Note: English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

Childe remembered when he was a child wandering into the arms of the Abyss, a strange portal appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

The gate was radiating a powerful and dangerous aura, and as soon as he approached it, it disappeared just as it had appeared.

"Mom, hurry up!, we'll be late for the fireworks."

The little boy's voice woke the man from his dark childhood thoughts and memories.

" fireworks?" Childe said softly, looking at the sky.

The night grew darker and Ajax made his way towards the mountains to get a better view of the Liyue Festival.

The sky was decorated with colorful explosions of vivid shapes and sizes, and Childe, sitting on the edge of the mountain, felt the same majestic aura from his childhood.

He turned around to find the same gate with the same details, this time he did not hesitate to rush into it directly before it disappeared and cursed his luck because something inside him told him that his creator, protector, giver of power was there.

He opened his eyes to a group of hanging wires, the smell of burning gasoline poking his nose, the loud sound of engines and the horns of trucks piercing his ears.

"Where the hell am I?"

He knew from the different and new environment that he was in the world of his creator, so he took it upon himself to search.

Childe walked around feeling the weird looks at him and the girls giggling at his appearance.

"Can I take a picture?…I like your cosplay." you approached him, tiny compared to his massive size, your irresistibly sweet voice making butterflies in his stomach.

"Of course," said Childe happily.

Then you left, waving to him, and he exchanged the same for you, he did not feel himself except that he walked behind you without letting you notice him until the day ended and he was born in front of your house.

Day by day Child forgot his purpose of searching for his creator and grew a frightening obsession about you.

It started by sneaking behind you and then eavesdropping on you, watching you while you sleep, knowing everything about you from your name and the name of the first pet you owned, your family name, your friends, your favorite foods and drinks. And all that without you noticing, or allowing the police or anyone to reveal him.

Childe enjoyed watching you hang out your laundry every Sunday on your balcony, and you've already noticed that some of your clothes and your favorite camera have disappeared.

It seems that you have become filling Ajax's mind, and you do not pass again unless you are in his sick mind.

Childe's dead look was replaced by the obsessed heart's eyes, his fake smile became a smile eager for your scent and thirsty for your touch, the music he was repeating, it’s your gentle and soft voice.

"I am sure you love me…you asked to take a picture with me…this indicates your love."

One night you were left alone in the house, so he had the opportunity to enter your room and watch you sleep more closely.

As soon as he was inside, he felt that he would faint from joy, because your whole room was hung with his pictures, the wall, the bed, the carpets, everything.

He approached the bed to see your body, and once the quilt was removed, you was not there.

"Who are you!!? and how did you get in?" You lit up the room and you were holding a baseball bat in your hand.

He turned around and found you in front of him, wearing only a short black shirt that showed off your smooth thighs and your messy hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“This is more than my heart can handle…” He breathed hard as he looked at your body.

“What? Aren’t you the same guy I met a few days ago?…Cosplaychilde?” you said surprised.

"I looked for what you call cosplay in your world, but I'm not… I'm the original Childe."

He approached you and you threatened to hit him, but he did not listen. He grabbed your hand and placed it above his head. It was real hair, and there were no contact lenses in his eyes. His vision was also real.

"I can't believe… I love you," you said without thinking, and he added the same sentence to you.

"I love you too, sweetheart…"

Kaeya saw you in his dream, and you were actually married him, but neither the place or the surroundings he was in touched Teyvat's connection, and when he asked you in the dream, you told him that it was the earth.

Dreams of this kind continued, and Kaeya became very attached to them, until a bad and possessive side developed in him.

Every time he touches you in his realistic dreams, it drives him crazy, and drives his mind to the highest levels of ecstasy.

He turned to Albedo and told him what he had dreamed of. With the Creator's Evolving World, Albedo's curiosity got the better of him so he decided to help him.

Kaeya tried to control himself at work and not think about you or your body that is underneath him, shouting his name.

After a few days, Albedo made a transportation machine, and Kaeya was able to go to the world of the Creator, or what we call the earth with us.

He succeeded in coming into your world and the first thing he encountered was you, sitting on your couch, reading your usual book.

He couldn't control himself and rushed towards you, hugging you. You were shocked by what happened and remained frozen and amazed at how this man entered your apartment.

"Excuse me!!… who are you!?" you tried to push him away from you.

"every thing you have." He looked up at you, his eyes were in the shape of a heart, he was already drooling with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

"If this is a joke, you'd better stop…even though your costume is already perfected." You tried to get up, but this man's grip on your waist was tight.

He threw your book from your hands and lay on top of you tightly holding your hands above your head, and he separated your thighs with his knee, “I had many dreams about you, and even our beautiful wedding… Kitty~”

"Huh!?…what?…H…how?" You said in confusion, and your cheeks blushed, then you remembered your fantasies before bed and now you know where all your obscene and perverted fantasies were going.

"Wait!!…wait a minute…just a misunderstanding" you tried to stop him from doing what was on your mind, as fun as it was, it was painful.

"You have eyes that drive me crazy…" He said, going down to your neck to smell your body.

Your body trembled at his touch, and here he knew that your body belonged to him, and that body language did not lie.

"We're already married…so there's nothing to be ashamed of each other, right?" He said with a sinister grin on his face.

"Are you doing it because of my body?" Your tone of voice changed and you looked away shyly.

Kaeya picked up the signs and said, "Of course not, I love you just the way you are no matter what you look like…your soft voice is like a nightingale's song…your scent of lavender and honey…everything about you is perfect for me."

Your eyes widened at what he said, and your ears reddened already, "Let's go to bed then… I don't want to dirty …the sofa."

“Hmm~…someone got some boldness.”

[water-to-drink]

Chopped Off Hands

(Pairing): Kaeya x gn!reader

(Summary): You and your father run a failing mill when a strange man offers riches in exchange for what’s behind the mill

(Warnings): NSFW, based on the German tale “the girl without hands” (only the very beginning of the story), non-con, Top!Kaeya x bottom!reader, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification, mentions of blood and chopping limbs off, dacryphillia, (lmk if I missed anything), badly written smut (this is my first attempt at it)

(A/n): I tried to make this as gender neutral as possible if there’s any gendered language tell me, the title came from the story this is based on, I couldn’t think of another title.

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If a traveler passing by where to look at the mill on the very edge of the village they would assume it was abandoned, due to its poor condition. However that mill alongside the singular apple tree next to it were all your family owned. The profits from the grains getting less and less each year definitely hit you and your father hard. There were days where the proceeds would make even the most humble beggar weep. It is no surprise disrepair fallen to the mill

However on one faithful day when your father was collecting wood from the nearby forest he was approached by a strange man. He radiated a charming aura that had a hint of malignancy if one was cautious enough. He had long blue hair tie into a low ponytail, an eye with a star in its pupil and an eyepatch covering the left eye

“Why do you torture yourself chopping wood? I could make you rich if you promise to give me what’s standing behind the mill.” The strange man purred

Your father was wary of the man but not as he should be, it could be because of the years of financial hardship wearing him down; he decided to humor the man

“Sure, I’ll take you up on your offer.” Your father said

The man smiled deviously and held out his hand for your father to take it. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

The man began to walk deeper into the forest before stopping and turning towards your father. “I’ll be back in 3 years to take what you owe me.”

And with that the man finally disappeared from sight. Without a second thought your father went on collecting wood, only thought of the interaction being. “The only thing behind that mill is the apple tree, and I’ve got nothing else besides my child to lose”

When your father returned home after collecting wood he was greeted to the sight of you looking awestruck while holding gold coins

“Dad! There you are! Where did this gold come from?!” You questioned your father who seemed to be just as awestruck as you. “The drawers are filled with them, I didn’t see anyone come into the house!”

“It came from a strange man I met in the forest and he promised me wealth in return for what was behind the mill.” Your father assured with a smile

Your face drops right along with the coins in your hands

“B-but I was sitting under the apple tree all day. D-did you trade me for all of this…?”

The smile on your father’s face fell and a look of devastation soon replaced it as the realization of what he had done hit him like a done of bricks

You didn’t want to believe that you were traded to a stranger but with your father’s pained expression it was all the confirmation you needed. Your father looked up at you and pulled you into a hug, you began to shake in his embrace as tears swelled up in your eyes. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night

As the months went by you tried to push the knowledge back, you and your father are living comfortably now. You have enough money to repair the mill and your grains sell well, you should be happy, right?

Though things are better there not the same, you don’t sit under the apple tree like you used to and your father looks at you with a look of saddened that you can’t begin to comprehend. The worst of all is the feeling of being watched. You try to be but you can’t shake the feeling of someone or something watching you in your every waking moment. When you eat, work at the mill, even when you bathe you feel eyes peering at your form.

Before you and your father knew it, 3 years had passed. The two of you were sitting at the dining table when getting ready to eat when you hear a knock at the door. Your father gets up to answer it and is the greeted with the stranger he met in the forest all those years ago

“You!” Your father yelled with a terrified look on his face

“Hello miller, I’m here to take what I’ve been promised.” The blue haired man said

“You can’t! They’re all I have left.” Your father begged as he shielded you from the other man’s view

“It was a deal we agreed on, but I can take back everything I gave you, turning that mill back into it was on the day I met you.” He asserted as cold as ice

“I’ll go with you.” You whimpered

Your father looked at you in horror as the one eyed man smirked

“No! I’ll take your place! I go with-

“It’s too late, your dear child already agreed.” The tanned man held out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. “Come here, say goodbye to your father. This will be the last time you’ll see him.”

“Goodbye dad, I love you. Please take care of yourself.” You began to walk towards the man

“N-no… No, no! Please don’t do this!”

Your father tried to grab your wrist but was knocked backed by an invisible force

“There’s no going back now,” the stranger wrapped his arm around your shoulder “you should be more careful when making deals with demons.”

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The scene of that day continually plays in your mind as you’re on your side laying on a bed with black silk sheets in the center of a dimly lit room only lit by candle light. A hand gently caressing your bare thigh, the hand belonged to stranger, he told you Kaeya was his name. Whatever it was you didn’t care

“Are you going to stop looking at me with such hatred in your eyes?”

You don’t respond to him

“I let you have your time to cry and if it makes you feel any better I would’ve cut both of your and your father’s hands off, but I didn’t isn’t that kind of me?”

You turned your head towards Kaeya revealing a look of fear and revulsion gracing your features

“Finally I got a reaction out of you.” Kaeya jested. “Maybe I should threaten to take your hands more often just to get a raise-”

A hard slap cuts off his train of thought but the taste of iron fills his mouth redirected his thoughts. A low chuckle came from the demon as he turned his head towards you. An expression that you can’t decipher paints his features, he laps the blood from the cut you gave him

“I’ve been really patient, but…”

He grabbed at your clothes and ripped them off leaving you just in your underwear

“…you want to be difficult!” He leaned in towards you. “You brought this onto yourself.”

He pressed his lips onto yours, yanking your hair to get access to your mouth when you gasp involuntarily

You tried to push him off but he pinned your hands above you. He lowered his his down to your neck and started to suck and bite and your sensitive skin. Heat began to rise up inside of you as moans and mewls came from your mouth, in an attempt to save an ounce of dignity you once hand you bit your tongue to prevent any more sounds from coming out. Until one harsh bite made you take a sharp breath

“Don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me, we’re going to be in each other’s company for a while so there’s use in stifling them, dear~”

The pet name made you sick to your stomach almost as sick as the pleasure Kaeya gives you. His administrations stop so he can admire the lovely markings he gave you, physical claim that he owned you

“Beautiful.” He said in a whisper that was also missed

His callus hand slowly made its way to your lower region, purposefully trailing over the little spots that he gave you and other spots that made you squirm. Once he reached the hem of your underwear he ripped it off of you, leaving you completely bare and at the mercy of the demon on top on you

His eyes shone bright revealing the hunger. He brought his fingers to your mouth and nestled them in their. Pressing his fingers down on your tongue stopping you from swallowing the saliva that’s pooling in your mouth

“You look so pretty with my fingers in your mouth, makes me wonder if you would look better with my cock in there.” Kaeya moaned as he began to rub his growing erection against your bare thigh

Once he deemed his fingers wet enough he slowly took them out of your mouth and began to plunge a digit into your hole. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and a series of moans and mewls fell out of your mouth, all of which sounded like heaven to blue haired demon above you

He pumped his finger into you and soon added another digit in you. Both fingers brutally pumping into you, meticulously searching for that specific spot that makes your melodious moans louder than other spots. A thrust had you arching your back and loud gasp told him he just found it. With that he turned his attention to abusing that spot, unrelenting in his thrust you hid your face in your arm. That was until a harsh grip on your chin forced your attention back onto the demon using your body as a toy

“Don’t hide from me, my love. You look so cute right now~”

“Fuck yo- aaahhhh!!!!” Your harsh remark was cut off by an equally harsh thrust of his fingers causing you to moan loudly

“What was that darling, I didn’t catch what you said.”

Before you could open your mouth harsh thrust interrupted you, causing you to forget what was on your mind. A knot begin to tighten in your stomach

“Did you forget, darling? It probably wasn’t too important anyway, right love?”

“Y-yeah……”

“And do I make you feel good?” You nodded not trusting yourself form a sentence. “I need you tell me with words.” Kaeya took out his fingers depriving you from the pleasure you were receiving

“Yes! You make me feel good, please keep fucking me, I need you!!” You pleaded with the most desperate look gracing your features

“Good~” Kaeya said with a smirk

He plunged his fingers back into you and continued his assault as if he had never stopped. The pleasure that came from his inhumanly skilled fingers made the knot reappear and you came with a loud moan

You laid there trying to catch your breath when you heard “You better not be exhausted already, love. I still have more to give you~”

Still in your mind was muddled to fully comprehend the words until you caught sight of him lining himself to your entrance. Before you could even utter a sound the tip of his cock presses into you

Your hands grip onto the black sheets on reflex, the grip only getting tighter as he slowly pressed deeper into you. Each throb of his cock making you further forget the self dignity you desperately wanted to hang onto

“It finally looks like your enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” His sultry tone made you clench around him more as you nodded in agreement.

After letting you get used to the delicious stretch his cock gave, he started moving. His thrust started out painfully slow but got more intense, getting harsher and deeper as he continued. The constant movement of his cock had you seeing stars in the dimly lit room

“Fuck… You’re gripping my cock real tight! I- I imagined what fucking… you would feel like. Hah! During those 3 years watching you!” He slurred as his thrust became harsher and more sloppy. “Watching you… wherever you went and, shit! Imagining you taking my cock! I’m so happy you, ah! Came around!”

The confession that would have made you resistant of the demon above you went over your head, too fucked out to understand anything but Kaeya and his cock. You don’t notice his hands pressing into your hips deep enough to draw blood and the crazed look in his eye

“I love you! I love you so much!!”

The pleasure overwhelming your senses tears began to roll down your fucked out face. The blue haired man licked them up as if they were the sweetest thing in the world. Eventually the tightness in your stomach snapped and you came hard. Kaeya worked you through your orgasm and soon finished inside you

He pulled out of you to admire the scene before him, you limp on his bed, the marks on your neck complementing your blissed out expression, and the finest detail of all. His thick seed slowly dripping out of your red and abused hole

[exchangestudentnova]

Veluriyam Mirage

Features: Yandere! Kaeya Alberich and KoF Knight! Willing! Afab! Reader

Content: NSFW/smut, initially dubcon, praise kink, slight breath play, slight bondage, slight knife kink, voice kink

Term of endearment used for the reader: Dear, pretty girl, sweet thing

"Will you go with me? Mom told me to invite my friends as well!" The way Klee came up to you to join her to visit a domain was so cute! She said she's going to meet a friend of her mom's, but all the way to Sumeru? The thought made you a bit concerned about her safety, so you decided to join her. Then again who are you to say no to a bit of a relax time?

So now you're here in this place called the Bottleland along with Ms. Eula, Klee, The Honorary Knight and Sir Kaeya. Or just Kaeya as he instructed you to call him so. There were other people as well an Inazuman war general and a Sumeru's forest ranger trainee.

But your eyes couldn't help but fall on the Cavalry Captain. You have such a big crush on him ever since the day you saw him on the opening ceremony inviting the new Knights in the Knights of Favonius. He's well loved by almost everyone in Mondstadt so it's no surprise you feel a bit flustered by his presence as well.

The Mascot, or the caretaker called Idiya asked for everyone's help in fixing the Bottleland back to how it was normally, by collecting all the parts to restore the main mechanism. It was a long but fun journey as you were getting along with everyone and at last! the domain was restored!

"Please enjoy your stay in Bottleland" Idiya announced.

Klee left with the Honorary Knight and Kokomi while Eula and Collei went for some dance sessions. Which left you and Kaeya together. "Are you free at the moment?" his silky smooth sound vibrates in your ears like a melody. "N-no I'm not. Why do you ask?" "If you're free then I'll like you to come with me"

Kaeya takes you to a huge, colourful pavilion that you remember visiting before as here you found Eula's relative. "We're here again?" you question as Kaeya ushers you inside.

It was dimly lit as compared to before, with only the light at the top illuminating the entire space. You walk up to the center of the stage as Kaeya followed you. With a tap on your shoulder, you turn around to ask-

*mh*

Kaeya takes your lips and seals them with his in a fiery kiss. You stumble back, not expecting him to start such an action. He secures you with a firm hand on your waist, while he pushes stray hair from your face with the other. The two of you only part when the dizziness from the lack of oxygen hit you. "Kaeya what is the meaning of this?" "Oh don't look at me like that. Did you really think I won't notice the way you eye me up and down? They way you bit your lip when you think I'm not looking? The way you get wet when I speak- he leans down, breath hitting your ears- this close to you?"

You open your mouth to speak but one of his hands already starts cupping your underwear, while the other wraps around your neck, putting pressure enough to decrease the oxygen going in your brain. "Now you'll only talk when I tell you to talk okay pretty girl?" you barely manage a nod as he pushes your underwear aside, collecting your arousal in the tip of his finger running along your slit. He licks his finger while his eyes close in appreciation of your taste.

He pushes you from your neck, forcing you to move backwards. Soon your back hits a slender pillar, most likely used as a prop. The hand around your neck lowers you on your knees, sliding your back on the wooden pillar.

"Won't you undress for me pretty girl?"

You quickly remove your clothing, leaving youself in your underwear.

"Wait here" he instructs as he vanishes in the darkness.

He returns with a decorative ribbon. "Your wrist sweet thing". He ties both your wrists togther behind the pillar, now you cannot escape at all.

He steps back, biting his lips at the beauty in front of him, looking cute tied up at his mercy.

He removes the dragger from his back, running the blunt side along your collarbone, your abdomen and your inner thighs. You hiss at the contact with the cool metal, the sensation heating up your body more amd more. Finally he turns to the sharp side, cutting your underwear, leaving you exposed. Your breasts release with a bounce, rushing all of Kaeya's blood in his pants. He cirlcles your nipples with the blunt edge of the dragger, eventually tossing it aside and taking them in his mouth, one by one. You squirm from the texture of his wet tongue, his hands undoing his pant.

"Is it okay for us to do it here?" You ask hesitantly. Kaeya looks at you with his lust filled eyes. "Of course sweet thing, it's the perfect place I say. No one is here to listen to your moans and scream, so be as loud as you want hm?" He's now rubbing his cock up and down your pussy, arousal gathering at the tip. He pushes it in, your mouth letting out a small squeak in answer.

Once he's fully in, his hips move at a steady speed, hands grabbing your waist tightly and your tongues dancing to create a saliva bridge from his lips to yours. You lock your legs around his waist, a knot in your abdomen forming at a fast rate.

He speeds up, chasing his own release. His hand findd your clit and starts to rub it, sending extra waves of pleasure through your body.

"Gonna cum for me hm? Gonna be my good girl?" you can't even recognise your voice, running hoarse due to all the screaming "Yes I'm your good girl! Gonna cum.." you're almost there, just a little bit more..

"Cum then sweet thing"

His voice was just the thing you needed as your body starts to convulse, your orgasm comes in waves, his own just seconds after yours.

The two of you catch your breath, his forehead pressed against yours. He unties your wrists and helps you dress up. Both of you make your way out together, hand in hand, rushing to reach back quickly before someone comes looking for you two.

[yaekiss]

#Mailroom Open!　──　hey my darling <3 letter delivery for kaeya and i’d love to have a yandere w/nsfw reply back! any petnames are good with me, i promise <3 letter below the pink!

“To my dearest, Kaeya,

It’s almost shameful how you have me wrapped around my finger. There’s only so much a man can do when you fill my mind, and even in work, I can’t help but imagine what you’d be doing, how you’d let me shower you with all the affection such a jewel like yourself deserves. A day spent without you feels sacrilegious nowadays with how you’ve carved your place into it.

How are you faring back in Mondstadt? It must be a chore with so little to do without me there with you, but I know the wine will always be sweet and the flowers always in their lively beauty (though it can’t compare to yours, I’m sure.) I hope you’ve kept an eye on Diluc: you know how he works himself, so have him take it easy every now and then. He runs the tavern you love so much, after all.

I can’t see you soon enough. May the gods bless me so that I can be back home sooner than I know.

— Your love”

( in a box containing the letter, there’s a bottle of regional wine intricately wrapped with a gold bow, alongside a bouquet and a lace choker. you know i had to do it <3 )

꩜ Letter Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Subby! Kaeya, no gendered terms for reader, Kaeya calls you "my heart", mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood, unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Kaeya, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ Delivery Notes: Phew! He sure replied fast, it's almost as if he knew you were sending a letter to him! :3c Anyways, I wonder what he replied with? ꩜ Wanna write a love letter yourself? Check out it out here!

In return, Kaeya sends back a box as well, no bigger than the envelope stuck to the top of it. The deep royal blue envelope’s material is glossy and pearlescent, holding it under the moonlight produces a faint shimmer, one that reminds you of his eye.

Upon opening the letter, your senses are greeted by the waft of Kaeya’s perfume, the same one you gifted to him months back when you returned to Mondstadt from yet another arduous work trip. Eyes scanning over the contents of his reply, the words are written in outstanding but legible cursive, impressive penmanship (tsk, always a showoff). His love letter reads:

“Addressed to my one and only,

Much thanks for the presents, my heart. You truly know my tastes, the wine was magnificent and went down smooth, almost impeccable. The only thing that could improve it was if you were there as well. I do so dreadfully miss you too, I find myself sighing whenever I reach out for your hand only to remember you’re away in Fontaine for work. Are you sure I can’t convince you to leave your job? I could take care of you, you’d never find yourself needing anything, other than me, of course.

I digress. Back to the subject at hand, Mondstadt is, well, the same as always. Nothing much to report about. My days are immensely duller without you around, obviously. Diluc’s still not much fun to be around but I suppose he’s been well, so no need for you to… (There’s some words scribbled out here with a squiggly doodled arrow pointing to it, saying “Ignore this! :)”) fret over him at all.

It’s just that… I can’t bear to be away from you, my heart. You say I have you wrapped around my finger but it seems to be the opposite. Since you entered my life, it was as if you were Orpheus: coming to rescue me, but unlike the tragedy, I won’t lose you, and you won’t lose me. Not even the gods above could keep me from you. Not one moment does my mind stray from the thought of you and how I need you close by and the way I can’t bear to… (The words are scribbled out again, this time it’s messier, shaky lines uncharacteristic of his usual neat strokes. Another squiggly arrow points to the dark mass of ink, saying “Ignore this too! :)”)

All I want to say is, we are much closer than you might think, my heart. I’ll keep this short, I’d hate for you to bore of me.

Counting down the days till we truly meet again,

- Kaeya Alberich -

P.S. I have a picture in the box reserved for your eyes only, enjoy ♡”

Removing the lid of the box, a vial on a gold chain catches your eye, it glistens, almost as if beckoning you to wear it immediately. Its contents are a deep red and swishing it around reveals how it clings to the sides of the bottle. Not wine then. There’s a tag hanging from a ribbon tied around the clasp, in Kaeya’s signature handwriting it reads, “So I’ll always be around my heart.” Flipping it around, there’s 2 reddish-brown thumbprints on the back, stamped so that it looks like a heart. 

After putting the accessory on, you move on to pull out a smooth card stock from the bottom of the box. How scandalous. The cavalry captain is shown, knees tucked under him on the bed as he’s clad in lacy white lingerie, hands on the sheets in front of him as his arms push his tits up to accentuate them. A white garter belt wraps around his thigh and fuck, the tip of his cock is peeking out of the sheer ivory fabric, precum already drooling from his slit. The bouquet you gifted him is in the shot as well but what really draws your attention are the dribbles of wine cascading from down his lips to his chest, staining some of the white lace a deep crimson. To top it all off, he’s wearing the lace choker you sent him, how obedient!

However, the more you look at the photograph, the more off putting the atmosphere becomes. The background looks suspiciously like the rooms of the hotel you’re currently staying at. The lighting is the same hue. The furniture matches up too. Everything is strikingly similar, right down to the carpeting. Squinting, you can just about make out the room number on the keys captured in the shot.

It’s the room next door.

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[twilightkatty]

Kaeya x reader confession~!

Character: kaeya

warnings: NOTHING JUST PURE FLUFF !>o<!

■●☆THE BEGINNING☆●■

A friend or a lover~?

You first meet at a random commissions he saved you from then he found out you work with him in the Knights of Favonius that started the urge inside of him to start a friendship with you~~

A crush and a bottle of wine ♡

he started to have a crush on you after you two went to hang out at the tavern with his older brother the owner he saw you with the most charming and beautiful smile and words and that's what he likes no loves in a person let's just say he got a big smile on his face when he saw like that~

Confused in love :}

kaeya couldn't hold his big crush anymore and went and talked to the only person he trusted his older brother Diluc and begged him for dating advice even tho diluc doesn't have a lover but still helps his brother to get his act together !

Y/N POV:

as normal you went to your office to start being a workaholic for the next hours until you saw a strange thing on your desk a letter? you open it and read the following: "Y/n we have been friends for a while and I can't keep it inside of me anymore My love has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing because I'm waiting for you. You own me. You control me. I belong to you. I love you, I'm in love with you. You're the love of and If you were mine, I would never have broken up with you, not in a million years... No matter what happens in the future, no matter where our paths take us,... let's meet up at the windrise tree Y/N"

and now here you two are under the windrise tree looking at each others eyes and without saying anything for a bit until you broke the silence "soooo you were the one who sent that litter?"

"y-yeah y-you don't like it?!! OMG I'M SO SOR-!!!"

"heheh it's ok silly I love it~"

"s-so you like me??"

"oh kaeya I always have and still will love you ever since that day you saved me on that commission now show me how much you love me captain~"

"ok Y/N...you're my heart and desire, the one I love is you. I love you so much, and I just can't believe we are still together after the turbulent and trying times. You are my hope and everything I love you so much.... My love for you has made me selfish. I cannot exist without you — I am forgetful of every thing please be mine Y/N~♡" he kneeled and grabbed a cala lily out of his pocket and offered you them it was cute because he became a blushing mess >○<!!

you giggled and bend down to kiss his cheek and his handsome face became more red then diluc's hair ♡

let's just say you two are an official couple now~

that's the end!! Follow me for more fics <33

[bera-post-things]

Yandere Kaeya X Fem maid reader

Artist credit: @gekido.2

A/N: I just got one of his constellations aren’t those pretty rare? Rarer than a 5 star? I think I’ve heard that somewhere oh well moving on

Prompt: The Calvary captain and the Handsome mischievous Prince of the fallen kingdom of Khaneriah him self and a maid who worked for his brother who he has taken quite the liking into you recently and you can help but notice as does everyone around you he boasts about it so loudly to the poeple at the bar on the streets he laughs so while slugging a hand over your shoulder as you two walked back to a bar as he offered you to take you home but you instead toke him home instead due to his drunkenness as you carried him he slurred out “you know I love you right Y/N?” He would say as you looked at him “yes you’ve been saying it all of this week and last week” you said blushing you truly didn’t know and will never ever truly understand what the Calvary captain saw in you when you caught his attention you thought it was all just a hoax and sick joke made by one of your coworkers but you never truly did expect that the Calvary captain did actually catch some feeling for you which you all just innocently brushed off everyone knew that the Calvary captian was a big playboy he has practically has every girl in Mondstat swooning over him married or not and that reputation has stayed with him no matter how much he tried to show that he changed for you he’d always say as you ignored him and cotinued sweeping frustrating him muttering you’ll see just you wait as you cotinued focusing on sweeping…

Update Log:

Reworking the smut sence cause I think it’s bad lmao

Warnings:Yandere,Forced Pregnancy,smut,

Warning!: very bad written smut ahead and strangely descriptive of smut be warned!

It was yet another day as you woke up in your room as the other maids came in and woke you up as you mumbled slightly”yes yes I’m up I’m up” you told them as they rushed downstairs to prepare the young masters breakfeast as you got up and went to brush your teeth and get dressed into your maid outfit as you got dressed you walked down stairs seeing all the maids standing by the young master diluc with Kaeya his brother sitting across the table from him as the brothers had a glaring match with just Kaeya looking away smirking as he saw you”oh Y/N there you are how are you doing? Babygirl?(that’s so cringey to include lol reading to much Wattpad stories does that to you) as yiu stilled not even being able to walk down the last few steps of the steps as you looked at Kaeya “why was he here? He usually comes here unless it something very important” you thought as the situation dawned on you was this about you rejecting yesterday? as yiu started to speak “wait Master Kaeya if this is about yesterday I’m very sorry but your just not my type and I hop-“ you said stopping mid sentence as Kaeya raised his hand at you making you pause “don’t worry about that Y/N dear that was just in the ‘past’ he said as he fanned his hand to the side with a smile as you awkwardly walked down the stairs to going on with the other maids and Adelinde as you watched Kaeya and Diluc exchange word across the table mostly Diluc giving him glare and talking only briefly stopping half of the time to eat his steak and mash potatoes and his grape juice and half the time glaring at his brother as Kaeya just laughs the whole atmosphere at the dinning room was quiet and tense you shifted awkwardly at the silence but also…

You could feel Kaeyas burning gaze on you the whole time the whole time the two siblings where eating you could feel his ice blue eyes on you the whole time you could tell that he was looking at your uniform and the uniform that you had on was quite revealing it was issued by  Adelinde herself you’ve requested a change of uniform to her but it was always rejected for some reason(*cough* *cough* Kaeyas *cough* the reason *cough* *cough* now where was I?) as you stood there trying to fix your uniform so it wouldn’t be so revealing such as your chest and dress but failing horribly you ended up revealing your bra to him making his eyes go dark and a mischievous smirk go onto his handsome face as you shivered from his intense gaze as he licked his lips before excusing himself as he requested you to come with him”oh Master Diluc could so borrow Y/N for a second I have something that I need that I can’t reach by myself” despite his obvious lie Diluc relented nodding as Adelinde pushed you forwards whispering “go ahead don’t disappoint master Diluc remember your training as you constantly shook your head at her she glared at you making you sigh and walk towards him saying “Ok Master Kaeya what do you need of me?” You said as you looked into his eyes you could see the hunger and lust in his eyes as he said “oh just follow me I’ll lead you there…” as he walked out the room to the guest bedroom instantly pushing you onto the bed caging you in between his hands. “How naughty dear I didn’t know you wanted it this much” he whispered into your ear as your eyes widened as you tried to push him off “what! no, no, I never wanted this I thought I told you to leave me alone!” You yelled at him as you tried to get him off you only leading to Kaeya only chuckling “oh then what about your little display at the dinning room huh? That’s telling me otherwise…” he said as you tried to speak before his mouth on you’re kissing you stealing your first kiss(let’s just say you where saving your first kissing for your lover) as you eyes widened as he French kissed you(oh boy I’m cringing at writting this D:) as his tongue enters your mouth stealing all the breath out of you as he broke the kiss( I keep typing Kids fuck why is the D so close to the S ughh) now looking down at you breathless

WARNING SMUT! IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE BACK OFF OR SCROLL FOR A BIT YEAH? ALRIGHT

As he started to tear apart your maid uniform “ you don’t need this anymore “ he said as he threw the pieces of the torn apart dress to the side as you laid there still breathless from the kiss giving no retaliation he continued his assault(I’m visibly cringing) on your Cjest as he saw your bra he kicked his lips as he ripped off your bra throwing it aside into the pile of where your dress was revealing your breast to him as lust completely toke over him as he started to lick your the tip of your breast as shock went through your whole body(this is my first time writting smut so I’m going off an example from other genshin smut writers) the shock going to your our head it made your brain feel numb sd he continued licking your breast as he gropped them as pleasure started to take over your mind as you let out a moan Kaeya smirked “see I knew that you’d come around eventually” he said as you only looked to the side eyes dazed from the amount of pleasure that your getting from him just licking the tips of your breast as he smirked you where to dazed to even notice him taking off his pants as you felt something poke at your butt as your eyes widened some part of your proper mind came back to you as you reeled back well tried cause of his hold on you “stop we shouldn’t do this Master Kaeya please stop” you said before being pushed into the guest bed as he roughly entered you as there was shock on your face for a second before all of that started to turn into pleasure as Kaeya continued to thrust into you as you let out a soft moan loud enough for Kaeya to hear as he smirked as he said “oh? Your enjoying this huh? Well don’t mind do I do” he said before thrusting into you more hardly as you let out a moan(yea that’s as far as I can go without wanting to stop I’ll just leave it to your imagination)

Time skip to after you two finished

as you two finished with him thrusting a few more times before feeling a warm liquid pour into you as you jerked you head backwards in pleasure and moaning as he pulled out of you leaving you laying on the bed not even able to feel your legs from the thrill ride that he gave you a second ago your mind still dazzled in pleasure as he pulled out as you could only let out little moans as he pulled out of your leaving his cum to start to pour out of you pussy as he stood up from the bed “well that’s that oh wait one more thing” he said as he went up to you and slid a wedding ring onto your finger before getting dressed“in my culture who ever you gave your virginity to is your eternal partner is that right darling?” He said as you could only only mumble something unintelligent out of your mouth your mind still dazed from all the pleasure and the thrill ride that just happened not even even a minute ago you would surely not be able to walk for at least a week or so as he smirked “perfect” he said as he swooped you up and covering up your nude body with a blanket and going out the window landing on the soft grass as he walked off into the night with you and him and your child but you didn’t know that oh but he did… as he walked away from the mansion into the Mondstat with everyone looking at him and your nude body only barley covering your breast they could even still see the thick globs of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the stone pathway for fuck sakes ther was a whole puddle of cum on the road as he didn’t care and just carried you yo his house thinking this would say that this would tell everyone that your his right? as he would just glare at them making them look away walking past sara and Eury,Majorie, as he carried you through the alley ways eventually making it to his house and walking laying you frown no the bed looking at the ring on your fingers smirking “now you can’t get away from me darling” as he looked at the pool of his cum pool around your legs he would need to wash the sheets after you wake up… and when you wake up you would feel so sore(oh boy) but he would be ready that’s what a good husband is supposed to do right?

You would be baby trapped to him with him always bringing up the your child and that you can never get a proper job only able to stay with him as his eternal wife and he would always bring up how he is the only one who can provide for you to when you two argue about you wanting to get away from him and dangling the possibility that he could arrest you if you dared to try to escape him and left Mondstat for Liyue which isn’t a possibility he will do lt if it is necessary

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Genshin Impact

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

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MONDSTADT

➳DANDELION KNIGHT – Jean Gunnhildr

➳WITCH OF PURPLE ROSE – Lisa Minci

➳FROSTWIND SWORDSMAN – Kaeya Alberich

➳KREIDEPRINZ – Albedo

➳HARMLESS SWEETIE – Sucrose

➳DANCE OF THE SHIMMERING WAVE – Eula Lawrence

➳GLIDING CHAMPION – Amber

➳THE DARK SIDE OF DAWN – Diluc Ragnvindr

➳ASTRAL REFLECTION – Mona Megistus

➳THORNY BENEVOLENCE – Rosaria

➳WINDBORNE BARD - Venti

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LIYUE

➺VIGILANT YAKSHA – Xiao

➺VAGO MUNDO – Zhongli

➺FRAGRANCE IN THAW – Hu Tao

➺ECLIPSING STAR – Ningguang

➺DRIVING THUNDER – Keqing

➺PLENILUNE GAZE – Ganyu

➺VALLEY ORCHID – Yelan

➺WISE INNOCENCE – Yanfei

➺LONESOME TRANSCENDENCE – Shenhe

➺UNCROWNED LORD OF THE OCEAN – Beidou

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INAZUMA

➤PLANE OF EUTHYMIA – Raiden Shogun

➤CROWFEATHER KABURAYA – Kujou Sara

➤ASTUTE AMUSEMENT – Yae Miko

➤PILLAR OF FORTITUDE – Kamisato Ayato

➤FROSTFLAKE HERON – Kamisato Ayaka

➤PROTECTOR FROM AFAR - Thoma

➤SCARLET LEAVES PURSUE WILD WAVES – Kaedehara Kazuha

➤HANAMIZAKA HEROICS – Arataki Itto

➤MENDER OF TRIBULATIONS – Kuki Shinobu

➤PEARL OF WISDOM – Sangonomiya Kokomi

➤CANINE WARRIOR – Gorou

➤ANALYITICAL HARMONY – Shikanoin Heizou

➤FROLICKING FLAMES – Yoimiya

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SUMERU

➪ADMONISHING INSTRUCTION – Alhaitham

➪EMPYREAN REFLECTION – Kaveh

➪JUDICATOR OF JUSTICE – Cyno

➪GOLDEN VOW – Candace

➪FLAME-MANE – Dehya

➪FANTASTICAL EVENING STAR – Layla

➪DANCE OF LOTUSLIGHT – Nilou

➪VERDANT STRIDER – Tighnari

➪EONS ADRIFT – Wanderer

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THE ELEVEN FATUI HARBINGERS

➦THE JESTER – Pierro

➦THE DOCTOR – II Dottore

➦DAMSELETTE/THE MAIDEN – Columbina

➦THE KNAVE/THE SERVANT – Arlecchino

➦REGRATOR/RICH MAN – Pantalone

➦THE CAPTION – II Capitano

➦THE FAIR LADY – La Signora

➦BALLADEER/THE SKIRMISHER – Scaramouche

➦TARTAGLIA/CHILDE -Ajax

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[nightlytoxicpassion]

Thinking about nasty NSFW scenarios with Kaeya.

-MDNI

-Spit kink, sweat kink, cum kink? Dude just like moist sex.

This man loves hot sweaty sex, it's just so wet and sticky. Fuck, even the smells are making him hard. He cannot get enough of your intoxicating scent all over him, your sweat is like a sweet cologne to him.

This pervert will use your pre cum/wetness as lotion. Rubbing it all over himself, sucking on his finger to get a little taste of you.

He'll do the same thing to you but, with his own jizz. From your nether regions to you face. Squishing your cheeks cooing at how beautiful you look right now, cover with all his love.

Licking off the little remains and, snow balling it into your mouth. You can feel his wide grin as he funnels it in, give a few deep chuckles before pulling away.