The Four Times He Wanted To Kiss You; The One Time He Did

hello! if requests are open, cld i request smth with kaeya? maybe hes been his usual self and kinda bratty all day trying to get on your nerves because he wants you to snap and fully break him down and rail him until he cant think🤤if you dont do dom reader then u can disregard this! either way im loving ur writing already!🤍

HI I LOVE DOM READER SO THIS JSUT MADE ME GO-

Hope you don’t mind but I made it ambiguous as to whether reader has a dick or strapon, so let your imagination go wild~ (I also added some overstimulation for extra spice 👀)

[NSFW] Brat!Kaeya being tamed by Dom!GN!Reader

Oh you are going to have fun with this one.

If you think you do well with brats and taming them- Well, you’re about to get a whole new challenge with Kaeya.

He’s the type to go full on exhibitionist with you- Straight up fondling you while eating dinner at Good Hunter, smacking your ass passing you in the Favonius HQ, whispering naughty words in your ear while standing under the statue of Barbatos...While the Sister is practically right next to you.

He does it all in the name of getting property railed, and boy do you deliver.

You let him think he’s won as you drag him back to your shared home- He’s got this triumphant smirk on those pretty lips when you slam the door shut and shove him against it, and it isn’t long before you’re claiming them for your own.

He’s shameless with his moans. Kaeya makes sure you know exactly what you’re doing to him, whether or not he’s been a brat all day. What can he say? He loves you, despite all the pretenses, and he loves how you make him feel.

He’s under the impression this is going to be just like any other session- Ones where you fuck him fast and rough, leaving bruises in your wake, lips red and swollen after every encounter. He loves the feeling of being sore the day after, an ever constant reminder of the power you hold over him and his body behind closed doors…

Buuut he’s still going to be a brat today it seems, because he chances another smack at your ass, and that has you growling in frustration. You need to punish him tonight, it seems, and you drag him to the bedroom to do just that…

It’s been hours now, and Kaeya thinks he can’t possibly take anymore.

The bedsheets are ruined with his cum- He’s lost count of how many times it’s been, each orgasm crossing the threshold of pleasure and right into pain after the third. You were relentless, though, and kept slamming into his ass with reckless abandon, hand firm around his cock as you kept stroking in a just as quick pace. You leaned over his back, since he was on his knees, and bit his ear, earning you another loud whimper.

“What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this? Wanted to cum? Well, now you can cum all you want, since you were so insistent on it all day today!” You teased and mocked, only getting spurred on harder by Kaeya’s unintelligible babbling. You were clear on having a safeword and safe tap, should words fail him like this- So far, he hasn’t used either, so you kept going.

He rocked back against each slap of your hips together, cumming without warning for what he thinks is the sixth time tonight. Fortunately for Kaeya, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, it wouldn’t be his last. At least, it was far from it if the insistent and constant thrusts from you were any indication.

It was going to be a long night. The Quartermaster might need to call out of work tomorrow...

*taps mic* gyro and johnny are definitely furries

it goes without saying that diego is a scalie

no i don't take constructive criticism and neither does gyro when it comes to his hideous fursuit.

Beware abyss demons :D

Diluc x Chaotic! Baker! Reader

"What're you doing?"

"Mind your fucking business, fire pubes!"

Diluc had awoken late into the night to hear banging all the way from the kitchen. It was so late that all of the maids had retired to bed. So why were you up? In the kitchen with a bunch if pots?

"It's sad boi hours!"

Ah, that's why. Diluc is no stranger to your late-night intrusive thoughts, but coming to the kitchen to bake is new.

"And so you're making a cake?" He asked, crossing his arms and gazing at the mess of batter, eggs, mixing spoons, and bowls.

"It's better than jumping off a cliff, isn't it?" You retorted. Lack of sleep and frenzied emotions making you a bit more snappy than your usual self.

"I can't say eating away your feelings is a good idea either, but it is a significant step up," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, freed from its usual ponytail. "Well, do you want some help? Or perhaps some company?"

"Yes."

Diluc hummed, a slight smile as he made his way over behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you mixed the cake batter. He knew you would talk about what was bothering you when you were ready. Sometimes you didn't talk about it at all. He didn't care as long as you never hurt yourself and did the correct things to make yourself feel better.

"It's like a reward," you mumbled. "I work through things and I get a treat."

"And cupcakes is your treat for today?" Diluc questioned, eyeing the bake pan already prepped with liners.

"Black cupcakes," you corrected, adding food dye. "It's like I'm eating my bad thoughts, making sure that they don't hurt me anymore."

"Well, that's actually a lovely way of putting it." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, drowsiness starting to take hold of him once again.

"Why don't you go back to bed," you tempted, feeling bad for waking him up.

"Don't want to," he mumbled, starting to sway your bodied to a silent rythm. "I like you too much to just go to bed alone."

Wow, being tired sure did bring out a softer side of Diluc. You unwrapped his arms from your waist to put the newly poured cupcakes into the oven, taking the previous batch out.

"Say," you started, turning towards the man of your dreams, seeing him watch you while he leaned against the counter. "I sure have made a lot of cupcakes... Do you think you'd be willing to give them away at Angel's Share?"

Diluc smiled softly, "Sure. If there's one thing drunks enjoy other than alcohol, it's food."

The rest of the baking seemed to go by quickly. Once Diluc came in, you stopped mixing batter, so once your final batch came out of the oven, you put them to the side and turned off the appliance.

"I'll decorate them in the morning," you announce, wiping your hands on a towel. "I've kept us both up for too long."

You took Diluc's hand, turning off the light, leading him out of the kitchen, and back up to your room. Snuggling back under the covers, you got comfy up against your lover, looking up at his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" He asked softly, stroking your cheek with his fingers.

"Yea," you smiled. "I might bake more often, not just to distract myself. It's really fun."

"And messy," he teased, scrunching up his nose with a silly smile.

"So I'm not the cleanest. You still love me."

"I do, very much so."

He leaned in and placed a gentle peck against your lips. You two then hunkered down once more for the night.

The next day, while tired from your late-night escapade, fulfilled your promise of decorating your cupcakes, while Diluc fulfilled his own by taking your creations to his tavern, leaving some for you and the help. Many of his patrons were overjoyed at the baked goods and even more excited at the fact that they were free. When asked why, he simply said they were a gift to his customers from his partner.

After that, you got more into baking and started doing it as a hobby. Eventually with how often and how much you made each time, Diluc suggested partnering with him, selling your goods at his tavern or even opening up a small kiosk in the city. In the end you turned that idea down, saying that you enjoy making people full and happy, their smiles more than enough payment. Of course, Diluc rolled his eyes at that, but didn't pressure you to sell anything.

Totally not at all inspired by the fact that i baked cupcakes at 1 am because of sad boi hours

And no they weren't good

But god what i wouldnt give to be a little bakery bitch with a wine tycoon for a boyfriend

-mod ein

Heyyy :) I was wondering if I could request a Diluc x gn reader where Diluc sees readers OLD self harm scars while they are like doing the dishes or sumn. Totally no pressure or anything, and I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

^ anon, you should be very proud of yourself for overcoming your self-harm. No one but you can understand what it took for you to get to where you are. I don’t know what went on or what’s happening with you now, I just hope that you are happy and doing things that keep you safe!

If you read this, and you need a reminder -> please know that there are so many ways to deal with the pain - some can be helpful, and some (while seeming helpful) can be harmful. I’m not qualified to tell you what to do, all I can tell you is that you have more capabilities to overcome something than you know - be proud of your growth and keep fighting every day 💗💗

Moving Forward

Warning -> mentions of past self-harm (potential trigger warning!), hurt, anxiety 

Includes: Diluc

Character x GN reader  |  Anthology

(potential trigger warning)*

Diluc always wondered why you wore clothes that covered your arms, and, even on hot days, you wore things that would completely cover you. He also was prone to wearing long clothes, so he didn’t pay too much attention to it, really - maybe you were cold?

The first time he caught a glimpse of your arms was when you were helping clear out the weeds around the vineyard. You had pulled your sleeve up your arm and wiped the sweat from your forehead 

He’d seen scars on people - especially those in the adventurers guild or the knight's order, but yours seems to be strange. They were uniform and only on one side of your arm instead of places where a normal blade might cut 

The second time he saw them you were helping out the owners of the Floral Whisper. They were trying to set up their displays for the day and had grabbed you as you walked by. Again, he noticed the scars, but this time on your other arm - their same strangely uniform placement 

The third time - he asked you about them 

“Hey, I’ve almost got all of this put-away, can you let them know they should be ready in a few minutes.” You lifted the final crate of wine bottles onto the cart and slid them against the others. There was a satisfying sound as they slipped into place. 

The warm sun had started to heat up your shirt and you wanted to cool off. You made your way to the back of the winery and pumped the water from the reservoir. The cold water felt good on your hands. Slowly, you rolled up your sleeves before you cupped the water in your palms and threw it over your face. It was so refreshing, especially after all the work you got done that morning. 

“Dang it.” You expressed, your eyes closed and filled with water. You had forgotten to grab a towel, and even though you could brush the water from your face, you wished there was a way to dry off. 

“Here.” You hear a voice next to you and feel fabric rub against your face. 

“Ah, thanks!” You take the towel in your hands and dab the water off your skin, your neck, and your arms. “Oh, I thought that was you, Diluc.” 

“I saw you head this way.” 

“Yeah, I needed to cool off. Thanks for this.” You gesture with the towel before draping it over the spigot. You were about to head back to make sure everything was in order when he grabbed onto your wrist. “Uh?” 

“I’ve noticed these several times now, and I am curious as to how you got them.” He held your wrist up to the sunlight, and your stomach drops. 

Desperately, you try to come up with an excuse. “Oh … uh, these are from fighting slimes by the river.” 

“You know I can’t believe that.” He doesn’t let go of your wrist. 

You wish he would just leave it alone. You pry his fingers from you and quickly pull down your sleeves. “Just don’t worry about it. It’s not that big of a deal.” 

“Then why are you lying to me?” His eyes bore into you, they are heavy and you wonder why there isn’t more air outside. 

“I’m … not really. It’s just you don’t need to concern yourself.” You try to play it off. You let out a little laugh as if it really is just a simple thing. 

“Fine.” His tone is sharp and you knew your attempt to lighten the mood failed. He walks off and the pit in your stomach grows bigger. You chase after him. When you catch up you place your hands against his chest and stop him from moving. The two of you stand by the rock barrier separating the winery from the road. 

“Hold on … I know you’re irritated.” 

“Why would I be? This doesn’t concern me, does it.” Again, his words hit your heart and sink into the dark pit. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just, I haven’t talked about this with anyone in a long time. I didn’t think …” you’re trying to find the words to explain, it’s all just very hard. 

“You didn’t think I could care?” 

“No …” 

“You didn’t think I would understand?” 

“No, I don’t know. Hold on.” You push your hands against his chest to press the point you need him to stop. “Look, I want to explain to you, but you have to know that this was something I did a long time ago. I don’t … I don’t do this now.” 

He just stares at you. 

“A long time ago I was really struggling. I needed to figure out some things and it was all just so much to bear. So,” You roll up your sleeves and show him your arms. The light warms your skin and reminds you that these scars, while always there, had healed a long time ago. “I felt like this was the only thing that alleviated everything that was building up. Like they released the hurt. Do you understand?” 

You look at him with a pained expression. You want him to understand you. You want him to see that you are better now and that these things don’t define you. When he doesn’t say anything you return your gaze to your arms and back to the scars. 

When you see Diluc’s hands covering them, you look back at his face. He is giving you such a soft, compassionate expression. 

“I know what it feels like to be in pain. To want to block it all out and find some way to break through it. I understand.” He tracks your gaze as he speaks, if you look down, he dips his head, if you look away he pulls you back. “Thank you, for telling me.” 

“Mhm,” you respond, giving him a small smile. 

“And you don’t feel the need to do this anymore?” 

“No. Like I said, I found other ways to cope.” 

“Good.” He wrapped you in his arms, not caring at this moment if others saw you. He just wanted you to know you weren’t alone. 

“I will be here if things ever become painful again. Don’t forget that.” 

“I won’t. Thank you, Diluc.” 

Now that he knows, he doesn’t pay them any attention. He doesn’t linger on them, he doesn’t kiss them more than he would any other part of your body

He doesn’t bring them up

He doesn’t want you to feel reminded of your past, instead, he wants you to look forward to your future

IF you want to chat - you can let me know - here is another good resource

yeah!!! there’s so much potential, so many directions it can be taken!

i especially enjoy when it’s the powerful character pursuing the normal civilian one, who is... totally unimpressed by their status/abilities/etc.

or when the powerful character was raised in/is used to luxury bc of their status, and has no idea how things work for the average person and the civilian has to teach them. like, someone who has always had a personal chef trying to figure out how to use a microwave and their s/o is laughing & in tears in the background hehehe

and of course all the various situations where the average one gets in trouble/hurt and the powerful one has to rescue them!! classic

Anyone else have an unpopular love for "powerful character x civilian reader"?

It's just

So soft cmon

- ein

Kaeya: I made tea.

Diluc: I don’t want tea.

Kaeya: I didn’t make you tea. This is my tea.

Diluc: Then why did you tell me?

Kaeya: It’s a conversation starter.

Diluc: It’s a horrible conversation starter.

Kaeya: Oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.

Hi, so this has just been floating around my head all day long and I need to share it with someone.

So, like, the Traveller comes from another world, right? Right. We all know this. But like??? No one ever said what world they came from. And, moreover, they never said what era that world was in, right? Like, even if time travel wasn't involved, I imagine that different universes progress differently, right? So basically, where I'm going with this, is imagine a traveler who's just... A gen z or millenial. And they just make all sorts of meme references constantly and no one knows what the FUCK they're talking about. Like:

Traveler: Beesechurger.

Kaeya, a little drunk and crying: What does that mEAN?!

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Traveler: Look at all those chickens!

Diluc: For the last time, those are pigeons.

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Traveler: Why are we here? Just to suffer?

Jean: No we're having a meeting. Are you okay??

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Traveler: Hey, Zhongli, how much Mora do you have?

Zhongli: Oh. Uhhh, 69.

Traveler: Oh! You know what that means!

Zhongli: It means I have 69 mora, I don't know what you want from me here.

And then, Venti, who knows just as much as the others, gets in on it and has the traveler teach him their ways bc he just thinks it's hilarious

hahahah! These had me rolling!!

Traveler: *Stares into the camera just deadpan* I sure hope it does

All other party members: .... WUT

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anytime the traveler walks by the steps of Mondstadt: and they were roommates

Katherine, visibly concerned

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Traveler: *whispering as they move toward a group of treasurer hoarders* Two bro’s chillin in the hot tub ...

Jean: ... there are more than two ... what is a hot tub?