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^ Mistreated enigmatic blueberry.

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒, 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

DEHVOURS ⎯⎯  a multi-muse  blog  featuring  hoyoverse  muses.  as  burned by Ember.  ( they/it | 21+ )  warning for mature/dark  content  including death, loss of identity, and  religious  trauma.  sporadic/low activity. ( cred: floragfx )

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   Still obsessed with the chocolate protein shake. Enough to stash the pantry with at least several tubs of it, let's say in the double digits.

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Frogsplashes him and settles on his corpse for snuggles <3

...Ack—!

He's squished under the athletic mass of absurd attractiveness that is Kaeya, his organs nearly flattened but you won't find him complaining.

(And it isn't because he is dead)

(He is quite content to snuggle back, actually)

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HSR Kaeya can 100% be classified as a buff bottom and I'm LIVING for this.

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Everyone should add an extensive paragraph in their rules about what they need from their shipping partners, what they expect in terms of engagement with the ship, and write down clear rulebreakers that will end it. Yes, even if it all seems like common sense to follow when you ship with somebody else.

After I took some time to ask around for opinions and sat down to think about what I wanted/needed out of a ship, and what would realistically happen if I got a little stricter with my rules, my stress about shipping is non-existent and I'm thriving! So it's really a win/win.

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The Curio ''Bloodied Teacher's Cane'' that is in H:SR Kaeya's possession is one of the only times where he has enjoyed performing as a villainous person. While this happened due to a ''noble'' reason (wanting to protect the villagesfolk from a bigger influence), but it's still something jarring to see him slip so comfortably in this role.

The story behind the Curio starts with Kaeya's travels bringing him to a small village. A commotion of children trying to console another friend of theirs, who has red welts all over their legs, attracts his attention and, after a brief round of introductions, he offers their help to soothe the wound of the crying child, Evander. He needs some herbs to make a cooling cataplasm, and the group of children has an exciting treasure hunt finding those herbs that Kaeya asked of them. As he soothes their worries and teaches them how to make the paste, they continue talking and bonding.

He's told about what happened: the only teacher in the village insults, belittles, scares and even physically beats them sometimes if he's in a foul mood- and their parents offer them comfort, but also belittle the teacher's actions to misurestandings. The children do not feel supported or heard, and Kaeya is immediately thrusted into the position of ''hero'' by the narrative and his kindness, and easily earns the trust of children who go unheard and seem to have lost hope in their families.

He's also protected and supported by the kids when he carries an exhausted Evander home, in case his parents misurestand the situation.

As Evander is soothed, Kaeya can't help but remember the words of his new small friends and see how nervous their father and mother act around his recount of events and the very obvious wounds on their legs. They minimize what happens, invite Kaeya to stay for dinner and a night over as repayment for having helped Evander, and cook a spread of the latter's favorite dishes in a way that makes Kaeya think they're doing so out of guilt, trying to soothe where they can't help with bribery.

After dinner and applying more soothing balsam to Evander before bed, Kaeya is left alone with their parents as he works out what's going on:

It's only after essentially cornering Evander's parents that he obtains the last tassel he needs to figure things out: the teacher that left red welts over the kids legs, made them scared and cry and seems to have all the parents reluctantly minimize their actions is part of a much bigger organization that owns the village as whole. He's essentially a low goon under protection of someone who could grind everyone into dust with little to no consequences, and that abuses his position of power in the worst ways.

Before he dives into solving the problem, he has a frank talk with the children:

Kaeya goes to face the teacher and offers them a solution that would need a minimum of pride swallow, but with great benefits on the long run:

Of course, the prideful teacher scoffs at the naivety of this stranger, and refuses to comply. As a results, Kaeya acts his definitive solution: he beats them to death with their own walking cane, a pricy thing with small emeralds studded in the handle as a flaunt of wealth.

As he exits the small school with blood still on himself and as the rightful ''hero'' of the situation, he's surrounded by some of the big pieces of the organization, who have connected the dots of what he has done by observing his actions up close and seeing him exit the school with cane still in hand.

They ask him what he has done, and why he's killed one of them. And this is where Kaeya starts acting.

Periwinkle turns into hard, cold steel, his eyes sharpen his face into something sly, malevolent. It's like he dons a terrible mask in pair with the blood staining his clothes and face, sucking the light in. Kaeya enters the stage wildly, his posture changing into one of absolute, frightening confidence:

When he's attacked, he effortlessly stuns and dodges every clumsy attempt at tasing or being hit with all sorts of weapons, sending the other big fishes to bite the dirt with no effort, an abundance of mocking laughters and only the cane in his hands. Of course, all the signals point at him being a lunatic who stumbled into a poor, defenseless village and went mad when said 'no' once, so the organization that should have suspected his involvement with justice focus on him as the main perpetrator of horror. This makes the organization considerably more protective of the villagesfolk, barking at them to stay behind and that this is being handled.

It's out of humiliation and powerlessness that Kaeya is thrown out of the village and banished from it. Everything goes as he planned, the organization of evil people protects their investment and appoints him as the villain, the murderer that happened to enter their territory. With him gone, the threat is over.

Nobody is punished. The consequences of it fall solely on Kaeya, and Kaeya alone. He goes back to his travels with a lighter conscience, and the bloodied, pricy cane in his hold.

The children are no longer children, and have found ways to sent him letters, somehow. Another teacher was sent to their village that, while still rotten, actually found fulfilling to teach them, and the village was developed more into a city during the years, given more protection and technology. They think that without Kaeya, this wouldn't have been possible.

Kaeya keeps their yellowing letters in a wooden box, rereading them once in a while.

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@aguilareye: Metal hands reach for Kaeya's chin, turning it to the side in order for Boothill to lap his tongue up Kaeya's cheek; for no real reason. ❤️

   ' A! '

   He pretends to be shocked that his robohusband would do this for the millionth time in their life spent together. Boothill has made an hobby out of licking him... well, in many spots.

   However, Kaeya today is combative. He narrows his eye at the love of his life, and...

   CHOMP! Right on his cheek! Like a blue piranha! Payback!!!!!!!!!!!

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the intimacy of "how do you know that?"

"because I know you."

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   Currently busy preparing his latest obsession: a chocolate protein shake with a foam so thick on top, it would leave permanent foam-y mustaches upon being sipped on. It doesn't help that he has gotten a specific tupperware-like container to drink it straight from, and after he closes the blue lid no delicious liquid seeps out.

   He's in shakey-shakey heaven.

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The Curio ''Bloodied Teacher's Cane'' that is in H:SR Kaeya's possession is one of the only times where he has enjoyed performing as a villainous person. While this happened due to a ''noble'' reason (wanting to protect the villagesfolk from a bigger influence), but it's still something jarring to see him slip so comfortably in this role.

The story behind the Curio starts with Kaeya's travels bringing him to a small village. A commotion of children trying to console another friend of theirs, who has red welts all over their legs, attracts his attention and, after a brief round of introductions, he offers their help to soothe the wound of the crying child, Evander. He needs some herbs to make a cooling cataplasm, and the group of children has an exciting treasure hunt finding those herbs that Kaeya asked of them. As he soothes their worries and teaches them how to make the paste, they continue talking and bonding.

He's told about what happened: the only teacher in the village insults, belittles, scares and even physically beats them sometimes if he's in a foul mood- and their parents offer them comfort, but also belittle the teacher's actions to misurestandings. The children do not feel supported or heard, and Kaeya is immediately thrusted into the position of ''hero'' by the narrative and his kindness, and easily earns the trust of children who go unheard and seem to have lost hope in their families.

He's also protected and supported by the kids when he carries an exhausted Evander home, in case his parents misurestand the situation.

As Evander is soothed, Kaeya can't help but remember the words of his new small friends and see how nervous their father and mother act around his recount of events and the very obvious wounds on their legs. They minimize what happens, invite Kaeya to stay for dinner and a night over as repayment for having helped Evander, and cook a spread of the latter's favorite dishes in a way that makes Kaeya think they're doing so out of guilt, trying to soothe where they can't help with bribery.

After dinner and applying more soothing balsam to Evander before bed, Kaeya is left alone with their parents as he works out what's going on:

It's only after essentially cornering Evander's parents that he obtains the last tassel he needs to figure things out: the teacher that left red welts over the kids legs, made them scared and cry and seems to have all the parents reluctantly minimize their actions is part of a much bigger organization that owns the village as whole. He's essentially a low goon under protection of someone who could grind everyone into dust with little to no consequences, and that abuses his position of power in the worst ways.

Before he dives into solving the problem, he has a frank talk with the children:

Kaeya goes to face the teacher and offers them a solution that would need a minimum of pride swallow, but with great benefits on the long run:

Of course, the prideful teacher scoffs at the naivety of this stranger, and refuses to comply. As a results, Kaeya acts his definitive solution: he beats them to death with their own walking cane, a pricy thing with small emeralds studded in the handle as a flaunt of wealth.

As he exits the small school with blood still on himself and as the rightful ''hero'' of the situation, he's surrounded by some of the big pieces of the organization, who have connected the dots of what he has done by observing his actions up close and seeing him exit the school with cane still in hand.

They ask him what he has done, and why he's killed one of them. And this is where Kaeya starts acting.

Periwinkle turns into hard, cold steel, his eyes sharpen his face into something sly, malevolent. It's like he dons a terrible mask in pair with the blood staining his clothes and face, sucking the light in. Kaeya enters the stage wildly, his posture changing into one of absolute, frightening confidence:

When he's attacked, he effortlessly stuns and dodges every clumsy attempt at tasing or being hit with all sorts of weapons, sending the other big fishes to bite the dirt with no effort, an abundance of mocking laughters and only the cane in his hands. Of course, all the signals point at him being a lunatic who stumbled into a poor, defenseless village and went mad when said 'no' once, so the organization that should have suspected his involvement with justice focus on him as the main perpetrator of horror. This makes the organization considerably more protective of the villagesfolk, barking at them to stay behind and that this is being handled.

It's out of humiliation and powerlessness that Kaeya is thrown out of the village and banished from it. Everything goes as he planned, the organization of evil people protects their investment and appoints him as the villain, the murderer that happened to enter their territory. With him gone, the threat is over.

Nobody is punished. The consequences of it fall solely on Kaeya, and Kaeya alone. He goes back to his travels with a lighter conscience, and the bloodied, pricy cane in his hold.

The children are no longer children, and have found ways to sent him letters, somehow. Another teacher was sent to their village that, while still rotten, actually found fulfilling to teach them, and the village was developed more into a city during the years, given more protection and technology. They think that without Kaeya, this wouldn't have been possible.

Kaeya keeps their yellowing letters in a wooden box, rereading them once in a while.

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   A whimper is all the reply Kaeya can give him, with all the good heart that he has.

   His wit, usually fully intact and able to form a retort, ebbs away the moment Boothill's wonderfully cold finger finally, finally sink into him. There's a little high-pitched sound ripped out of him as his head falls back, hips rolling into the smallest friction that gives him, and embarassingly aware that most of his blood is focused on the sensitive bundle of nerves he's trying to find something to grind against.

   When Boothill deems him worthy of indulgence, the shot of pleasure that runs up his spine is so strong that it sweeps away his voice, all the clever things he could say, disperse on his husband's tongue as he finally puts that smug mouth of his where Kaeya's problem is at- a throbbing ache right at his core, needing to be sated.

   It's his voice, velvety and with his robotic undertone reverberating against Kaeya's damp inner thights that makes him sob out a moan, something between a plea as his lashes threaten to flutter close. He's doing such a good job in being patient, such a good job at keeping himself spread and showing Boothill just how much he wants him, that he almost cries out in frustration. ' Please, please, ple-ah-se, ' Words are hard on a brain that had its wits drip out from between his legs, but no one can fault Kaeya for trying to babble those out anyway. ' I-I really want your to-ah-ngue inside me, your fingers your cock, anything- anything, anything, please, I can't- ' and, miraculously, it works.

   If it hadn't, Boothill would be a widow by now.

   In response to finally receiving the wet, incandescent warmth of tongue right where he needed it, Kaeya reacts: his legs spread with a twitch, toes curling before thights are back on providing a pair of earmuffs on the sides of his cruel husband's face and subtly pushing him to not stop, not do anything else but provide pleasure to sate the warmth gathering in his lower belly. It's an hard knot, something mounting inside with each wet stroke against him, in the way strong metal hands grip soft flesh and are sure to leave little, fingerprint-shaped bruises in the upcoming hours.

   ' Yes, yes, yes-- yes, yes, yes... '

   He's trying to answer Boothill- that every inch of him belongs to the cowboy determined to make him come undone, that he's ready, that he's his and his only, but all that comes out are whimpers of encouragement to keep devouring him and his voice bordering on obscene moans, low and guttural coming from his chest and slipping from parted lips without himself being able to stop.

   And he doesn't stop when he's given permission to come, the warm knot in his belly coming undone without any semblance of self-control as hips begin to grind against warm tongue, lips and mouth to ride it out. Strong legs hook him over the shoulders, close, closer until another searing bolt of lightning shocks Kaeya into arching his back, eyes wide as he experiences one of the most intense peaks of his life with his lips parted in a quiet scream of pleasure. He's still arched as he comes, further gushing out on his husband's face and riding it out before the afterglow catches up to him.

   With a solid, almost alarming THUD he falls back on the kitchen table, heads turned to the side over messy, cobalt locks and with breath heavy as if he just had a marathon. Whatever energy that he had were literally licked out of him, fingers not even strong enough to grip Boothill closer. Weak as a newborn kitten, and very much happy about it.

“Beggin’ me so sweet…" Boothill chuckles low and warm, voice a velvet rasp that carries his mischievousness grin.

His metal thumb drags slow along Kaeya’s trembling thigh, digit sinking into soft muscle and the cowboy watches every twitch that runs over Kaeya's being, revealing just how close he is to breaking. 

“Watchin’ ya squirm, all teary-eyed an' quiverin’ like a leaf in a storm … how bad do you want me to devour ya whole? I wanna hear it plain.” 

Boothill leans in, close enough for the faintest brush of his breath to make Kaeya’s lashes flutter. The ranger's smirk widening from ear to ear at the shiver it earns him. He dips his head lower, lips barely grazing where Kaeya aches most, and he pulls back just enough to make his beloved whimper again. His voice drops, low and rough like gravel, but honey also, all at once. 

“You're so wet, darlin', so ready for me, so perfect.” 

The cowboy chuckles again, almost cruel and heartless to tease Kaeya to this extinct and finally he relentless. His heart unable to reduce Kaeya to such a trembling mess on the kitchen table. With eyes closed, Boothill leans down again, his head dipping low, and he drinks from the stream pouring from Kaeya's lips. His tongue flicks slow and deliberate, to tease, to taste, at the edge of Kaeya's slick heat. 

It is so delightfully warm on Boothill's cheeks, like standing in the sunshine, and through his motions he can feel Kaeya's shaking and soft moans as they cascade over his body and down between his legs.

Boothill works slow and steady to savor the feeling. His tongue tracing languid figure eights over the soft rosebud of nerves and each pass draws a sweet sound from Kaeya's lips, breathy and desperate, and Boothill drinks up every moan, every quiver like it were a glass of fine aged whiskey. 

He keeps his pace until he's drunk on the feeling. Then he's undone.

The cowboy's metal hand slides to Kaeya's hip, firm and holding him in place as his tongue works a little faster, a little deeper. Every flick, every deliberate stroke was tuned to Kaeya's rhythm, his gasps and whimpers guiding Boothill like a song.

Kaeya's thighs tighten around the cowboy's head, a desperate, instinctive grip, and Boothill groans low in his throat at the pressure. The sound vibrates through Kaeya, deep and primal, and it was enough to push him right to the edge. 

“That’s it, baby.�� Boothill breaks for a breath, gasping over the waters, his voice husky between strokes. 

“Don’t hold back, darlin’, give it to me.”

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H:SR Kaeya and his perchant for being comfortable enough to go around in an oversized t-shirt, with only his shorts under and showing off his long, strong legs.

That's it, that's the post for smutday.

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this hit me like a truck

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