#cursed cavalry

[hiraya-rawr]

True Love's Kiss

synopsis: You've been cursed to sleep for eternity by the evil Abyss Witch! Only true love's kiss is capable of waking you now. How would your crush react?

characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli

notes: a little drabble to start the day!

Kaeya

"Kiss them?" Kaeya stares dumbfounded at Lisa who was examining your condition, "Not to question your sources, but... "

Lisa sighs, closing her book. "I'm aware of how strange it sounds, but that's the cure."

"And what makes you think I should take the role of Prince Charming? I'm only involved in this case as the Cavalry Captain."

"You offend me. Don't think I didn't notice how you look at them," Lisa raises her eyebrow at him, "Now go ahead and kiss them."

Kaeya still finds the situation ridiculous, really, as he sighs to lean closer to your sleeping face before stopping, "I'm usually not one for boundaries, but I hope you properly explain why we had to resort to this," He narrows his eyes at Lisa, "Omitting the true love's kiss part, of course."

Lisa only laughs – a sly laugh that Kaeya doesn't trust one bit, "I'll leave that part up to you, sweetie."

Diluc

"The cure calls for a kiss from Prince Charming! You're the only prince we know in Mond!" Amber explains hurriedly as Lumine and Paimon struggle to lay you on the sofa. After an unfortunate encounter with an Abyss Witch (with you getting hit by a curse), they quickly interrogated to find the cure before rushing you to the nearest prince and lodge – which, conveniently, happens to be the Dawn Winery.

"First off, I'm not a prince." Diluc says incredulously, "Second of all– I can't make sense of your story."

"We need you to kiss them or they'll stay asleep forever!!!" Amber all but screeches, wondering why her sense of panic isn't reaching him.

"O..kay," Diluc says slowly, before looking to Lumine, "Can you guide me to where you last met the Abyss Witch? If it can cast curses then perhaps the two of you were affected by something mentally-"

Unfortunately, the witch is dead," Lumine sighs, "But trust us when we say the cure is real."

Diluc does trust Lumine; she's one of the most genuine people he's ever met, but right now, that trust seems to be wavering uncertainly.

"Again, I'm not a prince-"

"But aren't you supposed to be like a king?" Amber cuts in.

"Uncrowned. Uncrowned king as a nickname made by some drunkards in Mond that somehow caught on," He groans into his hand, embarrassed, "It doesn't even make sense." He mutters.

"Same thing! Now kiss them! What if we're too late?" She pulls him towards your sleeping form, forcing him down by the collar to your face.

"Wait-" He pushes against her force, holding himself up, "This is highly nonconsensual and-"

Amber pushes him down anyway with surprising strength, his lips colliding on yours as you wake with a jolt. The sudden pressure on your lips causing you to sit up immediately, your forehead bumping on his forehead.

"Ow!" You hold your hand to the bump, looking around in shock at a red faced Diluc, a smug Lumine, and a tearing up Amber.

"Yay, you're awake!" Amber cheers

Zhongli

Zhongli has heard of a lot of odd things in the very long life he's lived, but a curse that can only be cured by true love's kiss was... well, within the realm of possibilities but it was definitely not something he's ever thought of.

"And you children brought them to me, believing that I would be capable of undoing the spell... Yes?" He looks at the two boys, Chongyun and Xingqiu, as they nodded furiously.

"We're not children! I- We-" The hydro user sighs, "I suggest we hurry, mister Zhongli. Hutao is already looking for them with a coffin prepared."

"This is all my fault... If I could have exorcised the dark being sooner." Chongyun mutters.

"It's an abyss witch, not a ghost, Yun."

"Still."

"Alright," Zhongli stands, patting the two on the head, "Thank you for bringing them to me. You both did well. I shall handle the rest now," He gestures them to the exit as he ponders about all the strange curses and spells he's encountered, nothing quite like this one.

It's not like he doesn't believe in the cure; emotions are powerful things and he's learned they are very much capable of breaking curses and bonds. However... Love? Is such an old god still capable of loving someone genuinely?

"I suppose trying this... True Love's kiss won't hurt," He mumbles, sitting next to you with his hand on your cheek. He lightly brushes his lips on yours, ever so faintly, before checking for any reactions to see your eyes fluttering open.

Looking back at him, he blinks at you before a gentle smile stretches on his face.

"Did you sleep well?"

I suppose time does not define one's capacity to love, he thinks fondly.

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[atherea]

diluc once jokingly challenged jean to an older sibling-off after adelaide commented on how jean was so responsible for her baby sister, so jean was like 'bet' and they roped a reluctant kaeya and barbara into increasingly ridiculous shenanigans.

it went from 'who can read the best story' (winner unclear, barbara kept trying to eat kaeya's eyepatch) to 'best chef' (jean won, diluc got impatient and used his pyro vision to cook... and burnt everything) to 'who can glide down barbatos' statue safely while carrying your little sibling in your arms' (crepus may or may not have fainted that day.)

flash forward to post ragbros reconciliation, and word somehow gets to klee about the sibling-off (it was venti. he thought things were a little too peaceful in mondstadt) so she cajoles jean and kaeya AND albedo into a rematch, same rules apply.

traveller sneaks in with their twin, and kaeya, as both a younger and older sibling (side-eyes bennett and klee) gets the dubious honour of being both a judge and a contender.

mondstadt is cursed blessed with the sight of multitudes of people launching themselves off the barbatos statue. there's the chief alchemist serenely carrying mondstadt's resident red chaos child in his arms, the deaconess of the church hiding her face in the arms of the acting grandmaster, the honorary knight and the former ruler of the abyss order whooping in delight, and unholy screaming from the cavalry captain, the adventurer guild's son and the esteemed master of the dawn winery as they almost plummet to the ground

[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟ kaeya thinks you look even better when he’s the only thing left in your pretty little head.

♱ warnings — dumbification. f!reader, previous creampies, overstimulation, kaeya is still a tease . he’s so hot but i have never written him b4 so sorry in advance !

♱ note — more of this 4 u guys ! idk why it’s taken me so long 2 write him . he’s so handsome <3

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the room feels sticky from where you’re pressed beneath kaeya, feeling him rock his hips into yours as his cock pushes against the swollen spots that almost feel bruised with how much attention he’s been giving them.

you can barely breathe, your mind is so thick and hazed with pleasure and you lost the ability to say anything that wasn’t kaeya or so good a few orgasms ago. but even as you blink away the tears that gather along your lashes, you can still make out the wicked, teasing grin the cavalry captain sends you from under his bangs.

“oh already? that is a pity, because i’m nowhere done with you yet.” oh but kaeya knows you’ve got more in there for him, he loves you dumb and pliant on his cock — pouty lips and choked moans against his own when he kisses you breathless.

so he grinds his cock deeper into you, feeling your walls still quiver and twitch around him and knows you’re just as greedy for another release as he is to dig one out of you. every draw back of his hips only making you squeeze tighter, like you’re missing the loss and so desperate to lure him back inside.

it was undeniable, the precision he worked your body with and the way he knew you best — it’s like you were moulded to him, your walls fitting so perfectly around his shape, he’d deliberately ruined you for anyone else but him. “what’s wrong? you can barely form words, is it too much?”

not that you mind when you feel his fingers squeeze into your hips before he’s fucking into you with back and forth stutters of his hips and low groans.

“hmm, it seems i have my hands full with you, princess. but i wonder how much longer you’ll last, you’re still so greedy for it after all.” despite his teasing, kaeya’s just as fucked out as you are — the head of his cock hot and sensitive with how much cum your walls have already milked from him, and his body almost quakes with every thrust into your silky cunt.

but then you’re sending him a pretty look through the tears that smear down your cheeks and he can’t help but curl himself over you to grind his pelvis against your clit — breathing hard as he grits out praise while he presses kisses against your pouty lips. “oh, don’t give me that cute look. it only makes me want you more, i’m going to be the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours.”

but kaeya doesn’t give you a moment of relief to try and get a grip on your sanity before his pace picks up, the sudden force of his hips making your body clap against his and you feel the dizzy spin of the room overwhelming you once more as your eyes close in bliss.

his pace only grows faster, rougher, more eager and messy as he loses himself in the needy pull of your body—taking a slow, ragged breath as he sinks deep into your doughy cunt. your walls clenching around him tighter as you push back into his thrusts and he curses roughly when his pace stutters, the overstimulation making his grunts take a tone that’s a little higher, needier.

“oh my, i knew you weren’t done. were you—mmmf, trying to trick me, princess? how long will you last this time i wonder.” kaeya groans, every slam of his hips growing even more aggressive and hard the closer you come to your next end as he all but bounces his hips into yours, slowing to a grind when he feels you getting close as your fingers tremble where they drag along his shoulders.

you’re so sensitive already, so wound up and dumb that it doesn’t take long until you’re all but melting underneath him, your lips parting to cry his name into the room as you cum, your pussy bearing down unbearably tight on his sensitive cock until he’s giving into you.

you feel kaeya almost crumble over you as his chest presses tight against your own with a surprised, smooth grunt — feeling him sink his sharp teeth into the dip of your shoulder as he groans against the skin and spills into you for the nth time.

his hips press flush against your own and every grind of the blunt head of his cock almost makes you drool as you babble mindlessly, prolonging your pleasure with greedy little humps of your cunt along his cock. but every milking compression only makes him press deeper, thrusting shallowly until he’s twitching and softening and you’re both breathing heavy.

“are you quite satisfied now, princess? well that’s no fun.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[blitzyn]

Can you do kaeya!sub x Male reader!Dom and kaeya likes to get humiliated

you like it, don't you?

sub!kaeya x dom!m!reader

Synopsis: You fuck Kaeya instead of attending one of your meetings.

a/n -> sure 😼 also so sorry this is shorter than usual

wc -> 0.5k

cw -> public sex, anal sex, hair pulling, light degradation

"W-Wait, [Name], they're going to see us!" Kaeya whisper-shouted, seemingly mortified at the prospect of people seeing the grand Cavalry Captain naked in public.

Well, not necessarily outdoors, but in a lonely hallway at the Favonius headquarters.

"They won't if you be quiet," you caressed his hips, snaking a calloused hand over to his hard cock. "Besides, isn't that what a dirty whore like you wants? To get caught?"

He shook his head, but with the way he twitched and throbbed in your hold, you knew it was a lie. That's what he wanted - or, at least, wanted the risk of it.

"That's also why you skipped today's meeting, isn't it?" you continued. "Because you wanted me to fuck you so good you can't think straight?"

"What- No- That's not-" he stuttered, completely unlike his usual self. You'd forever pride yourself in being able to reduce him into this mess.

"Really? So all those glances and touches earlier meant nothing? Maybe I read that wrong, then," you began to pull out of him, erotic squelching noises echoing through the corridor.

"Wait! Fuck, wait," he tensed. "Y-You didn't."

He looked back at you, his cheeks burning red; it was a pretty contrast to his bronze skin. The eye staring at your face was wide with desperation.

You let out a breathy chuckle. "Imagine what Jean would think if she found out how much of a slut you truly are."

He moaned as you thrust back into him, quickly following a steady pace. You kept from going all the way inside to spare him some of his dignity, but it seems as if he didn't really care about that. He adjusted his legs to fuck himself harder on your cock.

You huffed amusedly before obliging, thrusting into him hard enough to get him weak in the knees. He rested his head on the wall in front of him, trying hard not to let out any more noise. You could tell he was biting his lip from the way his moans muffled.

You grabbed his ponytail and pulled, yanking his head to you. One of his hands was on the wall as his back was forcibly arched. He groaned at the sudden ache in his scalp, but couldn't deny that it felt good.

One of your hands snaked down to his cock — it was harder than you thought. You grinned to yourself. He really did get off on having sex where people could see him.

You began jerking him off in time with your thrusts. He tightened around your throbbing dick; it almost made you cum on the spot.

"Fuck!" Kaeya cursed. "I'm gonna cum!"

He let out a loud moan, his cock spurting cum over the wall. You continued to jerk him off before groaning and stilling, gently fucking your semen deeper into him.

You pulled out with a sigh, holding him close to you until his thighs stopped trembling.

"We should probably leave, huh?" you said, taking out a – convenient – handkerchief to clean the cum. "You got loud."

"Oh, shit," his face burned with shame. But he knew he wanted to do this again. "Yeah. Let's go."

[festive]

18:59pm. ☆

kaeya x fem!reader

content+warnings: brat taming, overstimulation, sex toys, size kink, breeding.

a/n: me & stef were talking about Kaeya .. and then I seen a specific tweet and was like *kaeya*.

“You done yet?” Kaeya’s tone is low but harsh; he was clearly testing you. You couldn’t even think straight the way he had your body pinned underneath his. Your legs spread open by his much larger thighs. Instead of answering his question, you opt for biting your lip as you continue to admire his toned body. You lick your lips as you scan your eyes up and down his physique.

“I suppose I found my answer.” He smiled, yet there was no warmth beneath it; the glint in his eye was scary and laced with underlying horror. Under normal circumstances, that would scare you, but you couldn’t help but find something exhilarating about your current situation. You could tell he was growing annoyed with your bratty behavior, but you were having too much fun to care.

His hand fiddles with the vibrator that was currently occupying your engorged clit - bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You try to look down, but it’s not like you could see much anyway. So instead, you slightly rock your hips into the toy, letting small gasps and mewls fall from your lips as you bask in the sensation.

That is until you feel the vibration of the toy speed up, making you lose your composure. Your arm instantly shoots up, trying to stop him. Although it’s no use, Kaeya was much stronger than you were; he wasn’t the Cavalry captain just for show.

Your body violently trembles as you scream and cry in frustration. Due to having the orgasm you were so desperately trying to enjoy stolen from you right before your very eyes. You hoped that was the end of it, but sadly, you were mistaken. Kaeya had an iron grip on that damn egg-shaped vibrator, pressing it further into you and forcing you to squeal.

“No, no more! Please! ‘M so sorry too much! “you slur. Drool seeped from the corners of your lips, running down your chin. You felt exhausted after losing count of each orgasm he’s ripped from your poor body.

“Hmm, you’re done, princess?” You nod in response, feeling too weak to open your mouth again. Your body felt heavy, laying against the bed. “No, no. I think you can give me one more, right, sweetheart?”

Your body tensed up as you felt him discard the toy, tossing it across the room, leaving it long forgotten. You didn’t like that tone he held in his voice; it’s Kaeya, after all. He’s always up to no good! Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt something poke and prod at your aching cunt. Your body’s reaction was to cringe as you hiss in slight discomfort - you were already feeling so sensitive, yet he just had to torment you even more. You try to wiggle away but to no avail. Finally, you curse as you feel his hands grabbing your hips as they pin you to the sheets. Firmly stopping you in your tracks.

“And where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” He teases, sending you a charming smile before grabbing your body and pulling you back towards him. He places your legs over his broad shoulders with ease before he aligns the fat head of his cock with your messy hole, inch by inch. Kaeya slowly forces his way inside - until he’s completely bottomed out and spreading your walls to accommodate his girth.

His thrusts started off slow as if he was giving you time to adjust before he gradually got rougher. The tip of his cock pounds against your cervix with each thrust of his hips as the shaft rubs deliciously inside of you, allowing you to feel every vein that adorned his pretty cock.

Kaeya knew your body like the back of his hand; it was no surprise that it didn’t take long for him to find your sweetest spot. He angles himself slightly, giving him better access to hit that spot repeatedly with such precision that it has you writhing beneath him. Kaeya can feel you clench against his dick, threatening to snap it in two with each spasm. He winced. He can tell you are close — deciding to be nice, he thumbs at your swollen clit to alleviate the tension, easing your body into its orgasm.

When it hits, it hits hard, leaving you a moaning mess as your slick drips out of your folds and down his shaft, coating his heavy balls in your fluids. You stare at Kaeya as he continues pounding into you. He looked beautiful as he used you to chance his own high. It’s not like you would ever admit that, though. His fringe clung to his forehead while the rest of his hair cascaded around him. In all honesty, you never really understood why he tied his hair back when he looked better like this. Even the light layer of sweat that coated his body seemed to enhance how ethereal he looked as if he were some prince out of one of those fairy tales you used to read.

“Fuck, princess. You feel so good. ‘M so close.” He growls. You can feel his dick pulsate and throb inside you as he slams into you one final time — coating your walls in his semen. When he pulls out, you don’t even realize you’re too caught up in the afterglow. Your euphoric bliss completely overwhelms you. Kaeya couldn’t help but laugh at the stupid grin that adorned your face; he knew you were content. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You feel the weight of the bed shift as Kaeya gets up, wiping himself off with a rag conveniently placed onto the nightstand beside you before he starts to get dressed and ready to leave. Then, making his way towards the door, he gives you one final glance - watching in amusement as you struggle to catch your breath.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before comparing me to my brother next time.”

“You’re right. You don’t even compare.”

[slutforsilverfoxes]

OH MY GOD can you please write sierra six smut i will literally pay you

Here at the house of slutforsilverfoxes, your pleasure is our payment 🫡

A/N: I am so sorry this took 84 years to write but I hope it lives up to expectations. I rewatched the movie for the third (!) time last night and this man makes me absolutely feral. I hope y'all enjoy 🥰

Tags: @buckysboobs

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You strolled rather leisurely down the streets of Prague, admiring the orange hues painting the sky from the setting sun, the slight spice of smoke and cannabis pervading your senses and reminding you of home. Or rather, what you once considered home. Did people in your field really have a place they called home?

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you deftly hopped over the wrought iron fence of your target's overly expensive mansion, making quick work of the hedge maze you had memorized the night before courtesy of aerial recon. You watched from the shadows at the entrance to the maze as, like clockwork, the evening protective detail swooped in to replace the day team. You had told Denny you'd take this op under one condition: the target's wife and child had to be out of the country. Less guards, less collateral. You may have given up your life and body to the CIA, but you would cling to your own perverse sense of morality until your dying breath.

Even if you were still tying up loose ends from the shitstorm Denny and Suzanne had let wreak havoc across Europe over a year ago.

Approaching the measly crew guarding the maze under the cloak of falling night, you slipped your trusty weapon from its holster, screwed on the silencer, and fired two shots within the span of mere seconds, the sound of thudding bodies overlapping as the guards dropped lifelessly to the pristinely trimmed grass. Confident that the coast was clear and the rest of the protective detail were at their stations inside the mansion, you glided across the expansive yard, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the cursive letter mowed into the lawn. You would never grow used to the hubris of men like this target, who wanted to remain quiet oligarchs but lived in the biggest houses with the most ostentatious gardens and obnoxious (read: ugly) artwork and enough money to brand their grass with the first letter of their last names.

Perhaps you were bitter, or perhaps they were compensating. Creeping along the exterior of the house, you decided both scenarios were equally likely.

A curse fell from your lips as the lights went out, cloaking you in complete darkness. Snagging the windowsill above you, you pulled yourself up to see that the interior lights were out as well, save for a measly glow in the nearby hallway presumably powered by a generator. You could hear shouting in the distance, your target’s security detail assessing the impending threat and gathering to protect the man who signed their paychecks.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end alerting you to a presence at your six. Either this person was shit at their job or they were a friendly. Letting your body drop to the ground as you whipped around, you hissed out, "Who are you?," gun trained on the spot dead center between a pair of striking eyes that, had you not been working an op, would’ve stolen the very breath from your lungs.

"That’s a loaded question. Who are any of us real-"

The man merely blinked as a bullet whizzed by his ear. Glancing at the chunk of wall gouged out inches from his face and then back at you, the ghost of a smirk flitted past his features. "So I should change our relationship status to It’s Complicated I take it."

"It’s only fair for me to inform you that I don’t give second chances. Who are you?"

"Consider me the cavalry. I support you on this op, you get the collar, take the credit, we never see each other again. Job well done by all parties considered."

You cocked your head to one side, your gun mimicking the angle. "You’re Sierra." It was a statement, not a question.

"Once upon a time," he conceded nonchalantly. Realization dawned on you and your eyes flashed with recognition. Sierra Six. The silent assassin. The Gray Man. Every agent had heard whispers of his infamy despite the fact that the Sierra program, let alone the man standing before you in the flesh, simply did not exist.

"They let you back in this city after the international stunt you pulled last time?" you asked wryly, one eyebrow raised.

"You think they know I’m here? You wound me." He had an easy way about him that was equal parts unsettling, given your shared line of work and his supposed nonexistence, and incredibly attractive. "So now that we've been acquainted-"

"Hardly," you interjected with a slight smirk of your own.

"-what's your plan to breach, Agent Y/L/N?"

"You’ve done your homework," you nodded appreciatively, your playful banter coming to a dead halt as his words soberly reminded you of the task at hand: assassinate the target, collect the drive, and eliminate anyone standing in the way of priorities one and two.

You explained the layout of the mansion to him, detailing the number of entries and exits, hidden corridors, and possible ambush sites. Deciding that you would begin in the east wing and gradually make your way across the mansion, Six eased his magazine into his semi-automatic with a satisfying click as you slid your knife out to play.

The two of you approached the nearest entryway, your back to his as he expertly picked the lock. The door swung open with a soft creak and you tapped his shoulder twice to signal you were ready to breach. "I’ve got your six," you muttered, trying and failing to hide your cheeky tone.

He threw a look over his shoulder and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at his silent confirmation of your earlier deduction before you followed him down the hall, light on your feet.

You moved in a silent dance, perfectly choreographed without having to so much as make eye contact, his movements sharp, yours fluid, his bullets flying, your knife singing. It was complementary and harmonious and downright beautiful how your bodies morphed into a single killing machine. Within minutes, you had reached the opposite end of the villa and effectively incapacitated the entire peripheral security detail. Crossing back into the heart of the building, you flanked the large wooden doors leading to the massive study, your target’s home headquarters and his current hiding spot from the mayhem.

Swiping the flat of your blade across your thigh to remove the evidence of your previous triumphs, you smiled at your impromptu partner. "Ready for round two?"

He shot you a wink in response. "Let’s get loud."

The doors simultaneously flew open with a bang as your feet made contact with the heavy oak. A series of shouts, muzzle flashes, and expertly placed cuts later, your first task was complete.

Nonchalantly stepping over the bodies littering the floor, you asked, "So what inspired you to leave the glorious Cunt Incapacitators Anonymous?" You snapped a picture of your recently departed target for your employers’ confirmation, thumbs flying across the screen to encrypt the image.

Six quirked an eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth imperceptibly matching its angle in amusement. "You’ve gotta workshop that one, kid."

"You understood what I meant so it’s not that bad," you rolled your eyes. "And don’t dodge the question."

"Palm trees," he answered simply, rifling through paperwork scattered across the desk before you.

You huffed in annoyance at his measured response. "Seriously? Clearly you haven’t retired."

"What is this, Y/L/N, twenty questions?" The rebuke was enough to have your mouth sheepishly snapping shut. "I’ll check his body while you scan the furniture."

"Hey," you grabbed his wrist as he reached for the breast pocket of the target’s suit, the juxtaposition of the rough fabric of his glove and his surprisingly soft skin sending a jolt of electricity through your body, "don’t forget this is my op. You’re the self-proclaimed cavalry."

He stepped away from the body with his arms out in front of him, "We’ll switch then, Your Highness."

You offered a satisfied nod before beginning your thorough search, unfurling pockets, checking for custom made hiding spots, patting down to feel for items tucked away from plain sight and prying eyes.

"Unremarkable on my end," you called out. "Got a fancy pen that’s probably worth more than I have in savings, some mints, and a family picture," you dumped the items on the desk in front of you as you listed them.

"Didn’t peg him for the sentimental type," Six shrugged, popping up from his evidently uneventful search of the drawers. "No false bottoms here, either. Where next, my liege?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," your eyes rolled on instinct to join your biting comeback, missing the way his jaw ticked in response to your bratty display. Following the deceased’s line of sight to a painting on the wall opposite his desk, a catlike grin spread across your face as you stalked towards the art. "Only one painting in this big ass room? Rookie mistake." You turned back to Six and dramatically swiped at the frame behind you. "Is there a safe? There’s a safe, isn’t there?"

The sliver of moonlight streaming through the window offered you a glimpse of what you presumed to be a visage of respect.

"Don’t be too impressed, I do have three years of this under my belt," you teased, attaching a device to the electronic lock that offered hassle free entry.

"Three years? You’re like, twelve."

"I know you’ve read my dossier," you retorted as you triumphantly pulled the drive from the safe and placed it in a special containment setup with a faraday cage, "and I know you know I’m twenty-five."

"That’s quite the talent, managing to make me feel old in a mere four syllables."

You turned to answer him and felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked up to find his sharp gaze trained on you. With the small bit of light the moon was offering, you could see now that he had several fresh cuts and scrapes dotting his cheeks and chin, a deeper gash on his forehead. Had he come straight from another op to help you? Swoon. Physically shaking your head to keep that train of thought at the station, you let the playful lilt return to your voice, coming off much more grounded than you felt at present. "Well it’s nice to see you can still move, old timer."

You both turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows of your target’s study at the sound of approaching sirens interrupting your banter, faint blue lights dancing across the floor. "I’m guessing getting arrested by the Czech police isn’t covered in your exfil, Y/L/N."

"How astute of you, Six," you snorted, moving to the adjacent bookcase and running your fingers along its shelving for a hidden latch. "Come to think of it, should I still call you that?"

"You get us out of here without the Hansen special of blowing up half the city, you can call me anything you like."

Smiling triumphantly, you tugged on the bookcase and revealed a hidden hallway. "Anything?"

Your eyes widened as a glint of metal whistled past your face into the dark hallway behind you, just shy of the apple of your cheek. Turning, you found your knife- when had he taken it from the strap on your thigh?- embedded in the forehead of the last guard standing whose hands were still raised in a width that you suspected matched that of your neck. "Nearly gave me a haircut there," you joked, bending down to wrench your blade out before returning it to its rightful sheath on your dominant leg.

"Nah," he gently tugged at a strand framing your face, "it’s nice at this length."

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at the unexpected compliment and you were suddenly very grateful that Six had cut the power earlier.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the cramped tunnel, "So revisiting this whole ‘Anything’ concept before we were so rudely interrupted…"

He shrugged easily in response, following you into the dark space before swinging the fake door closed behind you, the inky black darkness swallowing you both immediately and blocking out the heavy footfalls infiltrating the mansion. "What can I say," his smooth voice oozed over your skin like warm honey, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine, "I like a bit of adventure in my life. Don’t you?"

"Six," his pseudonym tumbled from your lips in a whisper. You couldn’t see a thing in the pitch black tunnel, but your every sense was heightened to his presence. His smell. His stature. The power radiating off of him that had the air positively crackling with charged energy, a current flowing between your bodies just daring one of you to act on it.

So you did.

Down there in the dark, the full force of the Czech police mere feet away from you cordoning off the crime scene, you kissed the Sierra Six like you were drowning in an endless ocean and he was beckoning you up to the surface, up to the light. Your hands snaked their way into his blonde locks as his fingers pressed into your hips, backing you up, deftly stepping over the guard’s limbs until you crashed against the crude tunnel wall, his mouth greedily swallowing down your moans.

Feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and his heady kiss, you reluctantly pulled back to suck some air into your lungs. His forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your face, arms protectively locked around you. "Can we- Should we- ugh," you groaned softly at your own hesitation. Your body count was more along the lines of murder than sex, and a sudden bout of nerves trapped the words in your mouth until you felt gentle pressure against your hips, spurring you on. "Can we spend the night somewhere, pretend to be normal people for once?"

"Like we didn’t just commit multiple counts of homicide?"

You merely grunted in response, taking his remark to be a rebuff of your offer.

"Hey," he laughed softly, gently removing your dominant hand from his hair and shaking it in his own. "I’m Court." His voice had a harshness to it as he said his name- his real name- aloud for quite possibly the first time in years.

You pressed your lips back against his, your mouths curving upward in twin smiles. Barely pulling away from him, you offered in kind, "Y/N."

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You leaned leisurely against the doorway of the small hotel bathroom, arms crossed as you drank in the sight of Six-no, Court- shirtless, scrubbing the blood of the day from his palms and underneath his fingernails. You could think of no better word to describe him than beautiful, his blonde locks catching the light just so, his big, broad, purely masculine shoulders tensed with the weight of the day, the muscles in his arms rippling with the repetitive movements, the artwork adorning his upper body, the light smattering of hair along his abs that teased you with the promise of more beauty to unearth just below. He was a brute, an expert killing machine, a wall of pure muscle, yet goosebumps erupted over your skin at the memory of his gentle hands caressing your curves in the darkness during your hidden tryst.

His gaze met yours through the mirror and heat bloomed across your cheeks knowing that you had been caught blatantly ogling his body. But then his eyes scanned from head to toe and back again, systematically assessing your figure, clad in only shorts and a sports bra after your post-mission shower, in the dim hotel light. His lips, still a shade darker than their normal tint from your earlier assault, quirked upwards in a smile- you were even now.

You watched as he plucked his previously discarded shirt from the countertop and ran it under the faucet before wringing it out and bringing it to his face to address his most recent wounds. Pushing yourself off the doorframe, you ran your fingers along the mottled pink flesh on his shoulder, following in their wake with butterfly kisses. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you reached into the shelf beneath the sink and pulled out a fresh towel. His eyes tracked your every move as you draped the fabric over his hand and instructed, "Use this like a civilized human being."

"What part of this," his eyes flitted down to his body decorated with scars and a rainbow of bruises, "says civilized?"

You merely chuckled in response, relenting and tossing the towel aside before hopping up to perch on the sink counter. You slipped his black tee from between his fingers and delicately touched the cloth to the inch-long gash on his forehead as he smiled down at you, amused. "What?" you mumbled, tongue peeking out between your lips as you concentrated intently on cleaning the wound without applying too much pressure.

"I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me like this." His voice was low, almost haunted, and you found yourself wondering which tragic backstory the CIA had plucked him from. Collecting kids from broken homes or prison seemed to be their preferred modus operandi.

"When’s the last time you let them?" you challenged softly, daring to sneak a peek at his stormy grey-blue eyes and finding them already trained on you.

His nimble fingers, roughened by callouses from years of grueling combat, gently wrapped around your wrist, dwarfing your hand in his. He moved your arm from its spot between the two of you, then released your wrist and let his thumb come up to rub over your bottom lip as you splayed your hands across the taut muscles of his back, closing your eyes and trying to memorize the hard planes of his body.

"Court," you breathed out, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Not Six, not Agent, not You’ll Kill Who I Tell You To Kill Because That’s All You’re Good For, but Court. No one had ever said his name like that before.

Your nails gently scraped down the stubble dotting his cheeks and his eyes flew open. "You still with me?"

He nodded almost imperceptibly before surging forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his teeth tugging harshly along your bottom lip and eliciting a wanton moan from the very depths of your soul. For the second time that night, your arms wound around his neck to pull him closer to your body, fisting your hands in his hair as you shamelessly rutted against his quickly hardening length. His hands slipped under the curves of your ass, lifting you off the countertop and massaging your flesh through the thin fabric of your shorts as he walked you to the bed before gently laying you across the mattress. He stood at the edge of the bed, his glistening chest rising and falling as he watched your mirrored breaths almost reverently. You beckoned him down to you and he kneeled in the space between your legs, ever so slowly lowering his head to press kisses along your stomach. Gradually moving upward, he paused at your sports bra, tucking his fingers into the elastic band. "Can I-"

"Please," you cut him off with a whine, desperate to feel the roughness of his beard against your sensitive skin. The fabric was up and over your head within seconds, his mouth working on one breast while his hand massaged the other before the soft thud could even alert you that your clothing had landed on the other side of the room. The feeling of his lips and teeth and tongue and beard was absolutely sinful, causing you to involuntarily arch up into him and gasp at the size of him.

"Now I see why you’re so casual with big guns," you mused with a grin, your comment causing him to pause in his ministrations and smirk up at you.

"You handle them pretty well yourself," he countered, thumb lazily brushing over your nipple.

"Yeah but," you pushed at his shoulders until he fell onto his back beside you, offering you leverage above him, "I like my knife," you flicked open the button of his pants, "because it offers," you pulled the zipper down, slipping your hand inside to stroke his cock, "close contact."

"Fuck," he hissed out between gritted teeth, the single syllable causing liquid heat to pool between your thighs. You slid back off the bed and tugged his pants and boxers down with you, sitting up on your knees to press kisses against his thighs. Leaning up on his elbows, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. "You don’t have to-"

With a quick swipe of your tongue, you stole the words from his mouth. "Consider it a thank you," you muttered between kisses along his length before taking him fully in your mouth.

The strangled groan that left his lips was raw and guttural and quite possibly the most incredible sound you had ever heard. You wanted to hear it over and over again, so you hollowed your cheeks and took him even deeper until the tip of his cock was pressing against the back of your throat. He growled out your name as you eased back up, gentle and torturous, heaven and hell. You gradually worked your way up to a steady pace, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his cock, the other scratching lines into his thighs as he shivered under your touch. You could easily overpower a man twice your weight and a foot taller than your small stature, but nothing would ever make you feel as powerful as reducing this archetype of masculinity to putty in your hands.

You felt his fingers work their way into your hair, gently tugging you off of his cock. You sat back with a whine and he simply winked in response, moving to switch spots with you. He slid your shorts and panties off your legs before gently taking one foot in his hands to kiss your ankle, his beard deliciously scraping against your skin as he worked his way up your calf until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. You arched your hips upward, hoping to entice him to put his mouth where you so desperately needed his attention, but he placed one firm hand against your stomach, holding you down, taking his own sweet time working his way towards your core, your eyes fluttering shut at the onslaught of sensation.

"Y/N," he growled softly, deep voice bringing you out of your reverie. You picked your head up to find his gaze locked on yours, the sight of his lust blown pupils and reddened lips causing your breath to come out in sharp pants. "Eyes on me."

Your mouth fell open emitting a high pitched keen at the command seconds before his tongue slipped past your folds, forcing you to bite your lip to stay alert and obey him. "Fuck, Court," you moaned unabashedly, fisting your hand in his hair and trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"That’s my good girl," he praised softly as his fingers replaced his tongue and his lips moved to suck on your clit, the heady combination of his words and the way he was expertly working your body causing you to clench around him. The pads of his fingers gently massaged your walls as his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers sharply tugging at his short strands of hair in response to his assault of your senses. You called out his name in a whine as the familiar promise of ecstasy bloomed in your lower stomach, your legs beginning to shake with the pressure of trying to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Stop fighting it," he mumbled against your clit, the rumbling vibration of his voice sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. "You’re safe with me, you can let go." A single tear trickled out of the corner of your eye at the intensity of it all and the force of his words; you couldn’t remember the last time you had let your body relax, let your muscles unwind, let yourself simply feel.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, and Court allowed his thumb to take over for his mouth so he could kiss you freely. Maintaining a steady pace with his fingers as his thumb languidly circled your button, he brought his other hand up to grip your chin, swallowing down your moans as you scraped your nails along his back and finally gave yourself permission to let go.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and you pulled back to catch your breath as Court gradually slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm. Cupping his cheeks between your hands, you pulled him down so you could trail your teeth up his throat and along his jaw, ending with a searing kiss. 

Letting your leg slide off his shoulder, you patted the space next to you to indicate he should lie down. The head of his cock brushed against your still sensitive pussy as he shifted his weight back and you whimpered at the contact. Unwilling to wait any longer, you straddled his lap and ground your hips down against his as soon as he was settled, his thick cock easily sliding through your slick folds. "Y/N," he gritted out, curling his fingers around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly causing your eyelids to flutter shut, "don’t tease."

You lifted your hips just enough to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, then lowered yourself inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Your head fell back, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut at the exquisite stretch, just on the border between pain and pleasure. You rested your palms against Court’s pecs, grounding yourself in reality and feeling his hands come up to cover your own. He squeezed your hands gently and you opened your eyes to find his locked on yours, his cheeks flushed, lips parted letting out soft pants of air. Beautiful.

The blush decorating his cheeks darkened and he mumbled, “You think so?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled in response, the vibration rumbling from his chest through his body to where you were intimately connected, forcing you to suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.

You leaned down to kiss each of his tattoos, then his burn marks, then his scars, and finally his lips as you lifted your hips before dropping back down, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he moaned.

His lips curved upward in a smile at your little power play which ended as soon as his fingers worked their way around your throat once more. He swallowed your high pitched whine as he won the battle for dominance, mapping out the sensitive areas of your mouth as he planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips up against you. His grunts and your mewling blanketed the sound of skin slapping skin as you met him beat for beat, his heart steadily thrumming under your fingertips as you clawed at his chest.

His pace became almost brutal as he fucked up into you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. For once, you welcomed the bruises that you would no doubt wake up to tomorrow.

"Court," you panted, feeling him twitch inside you and sensing that he was close, "I want you to cum inside me."

"Y/N-" he began protesting, ever the gentleman despite the way he was absolutely ravaging your body.

"Please," your voice caught as his head brushed against your cervix, stealing the very breath from your lungs. "Remind me that we’re still human, that we still have feelings," you begged, leaning down to mark his neck so that he, too, would have a reminder of you in the days to come.

Your teeth grazed against his pulse point, causing his hips to stutter and pushing him over the edge as he called out your name, his hand splaying across your belly so that his thumb could rub your clit and send you hurtling into oblivion right behind him.

You kept your hips moving as you kissed him again, neither of you wanting or willing to move.

He brushed your hair back from your sweaty forehead, smiling at you as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Was that enough feeling or do you need more? Cause we’ve got all night."

You snorted out a laugh against his skin, his fingers trailing along your spine and his warm chuckle like a blanket on a cold winter’s night.

Not one to back down from banter you countered, "Give me some more feeling and I’ll make a shirt- I survived sex with Sierra Six!"

"Smartass."

"I win," you hummed contentedly, running your nails along his beard as you pressed gentle kisses to his jaw.

Your phone buzzed nearby followed by a string of incessant notifications on his own device, effectively breaking your spell. With his lips against your forehead he mumbled sadly, "Duty calls."

You checked your new assignments and dressed in silence, the two of you slinging your go bags over your shoulders before walking to the door. He stopped with his fingers on the handle, catching you by surprise with one last sweet kiss. You let your thumb trace along his lips, committing them to memory before you both crossed the threshold of your sanctuary, returning to the real world.

After parting ways at the end of the hall, you abruptly turned on your heel and called out, "Court?"

He looked over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, eyebrow raised in question.

"What if I need my cavalry again?"

His eyes lit up and his mouth morphed into a familiar smirk. "I’ll find you."

"I could be halfway across the world tomorrow, how will you even know where to look?"

"Trust me, I’ll find you."

Satisfied with his response, you indulged in a smile. "Be careful out there, old timer."

He winked at you in return. "Make sure to watch your Six."

[eclecticmiasma]

Kinktober Day 16 (Kaeya x Reader)

"The mischevious glint in his eye is unmistakable, 'Does he think I would do something uncouth?'"

NSFW

[Warnings: afab reader, toys, public sex]

Art credit: @tai3_3 on Twitter

Soft orchestral music floats on the air, triumphant yet restrained. Men and women of status drift through the hall in a constant ebb and flow of bodies, all eager to mingle and impress. Each guest glitters in the golden light of crystal chandeliers. All have wine on their tongues.

It's difficult to not stand stunned into silence at the beauty and decadence. Though everyone in Mondstadt has heard rumors of the extravagance of a Ragnvindr affair, it's another thing entirely to see it for oneself. When considering the staff, the catering, the transportation of all foreign dignitaries, the clothing of every guest, the entertainment- it's dizzying to try to comprehend how much mora surrounds you. Just the drop of wine at the bottom of your glass is worth hundreds.

You could stand around all night entranced by a world entirely foreign to you, but at the moment you're in a bit of a predicament.

"I'm surprised you weren't turned away at the door," Lisa playfully jabs. Kaeya feigns injury and clutches at his heart.

"Oh? Are you insinuating my own brother would rather it I be anywhere in Teyvat except his little party?" You shrink under his gaze as he turns to you, cheeks burning. The mischevious glint in his eye is unmistakable, "Does he think I would do something uncouth?"

"Well, he wouldn't be wrong, would he?"

If you could, you would kick him in the shins and curse him for ever convincing you to come along. A small gathering, he had told you, just some boring rich people stuff and then we'll leave, I promise. The mass of bedecked nobility would argue otherwise. Diluc's little party turned out to be a massive gala in celebration of the reopening of the trade routes to Inazuma. Although the slim, light blue ballgown that Kaeya had presented you with seemed slightly over the top for what he described, you let that damn smile of his convince you yet again. Besides, won't it be exciting to play our little game in secret?

Kaeya's arm wraps around your bare shoulders and gently squeezes. Your eyes flit to his left hand as it disappears inside the pocket of his cavalry jacket. All you can do is watch helplessly as it shifts, and the little aforementioned secret inside of you springs to life. You turn the yelp of shock into a rather violent cough, nearly spilling the glass of wine that you hadn't even noticed had been refilled.

"You wound me, Lisa. Of course I'm on my best behavior tonight, aren't I, [Y/n]?" If looks could kill, your lover would be dead on the floor and the world would be better for it. A rather strangely shaped crystalline egg sits snugly inside your body, pulsating against your clenching walls. With horror it hits you that too much of this could push you over the edge. You brace yourself against Kaeya's arm, digging your nails in a desperate plea for him to let up. He squeezes your shoulder again before obliging, and the movement stops just as suddenly as it began.

Just as you turn to berate him under your breath, a slim-statured older man you don't recognize swoops in and asks to speak to Kaeya privately. It doesn't seem serious, but the look on the other party's face tells you it might be a rather long conversation. You bite your tongue as Kaeya winks, mouthing the words "have fun" before disappearing in the crowd.

Lisa has the wherewithal to invite you to follow her into the crowd, rather than leave you to flounder. You listen patiently as she catches up with a few intricately robed individuals introduced as colleagues from her time in Sumeru. They are nice enough, but their talks of "withering" and "scarlet kings" are foreign to your ears. Not to mention that it's difficult to concentrate when, at any moment, Kaeya could trip the device for his amusement.

As if on cue you feel it flair to life, though at much less power than before. It pulsates just enough to be distracting. Sweat gathers on the back of your neck as your eyes dart about the hall, searching for any hint that Kaeya has returned. You are certain humiliation isn't exactly his taste and that pitifully flustered is his ultimate goal, but the threat of losing control hangs over you like a guillotine.

"Excuse me, miss?" A tap on your shoulder nearly sends you flying out of your skin, "O-oh, I didn't mean to startle you!" You apologize to the sheepish young gentleman and wait for him to continue, "May I have this dance?"

Surprised, you look to Lisa for guidance only to find that she herself is being led to the dance floor by a silver-haired scholar. You have no idea what the etiquette is here. Do you tell him you're taken by the cavalry captain, or is it an insult to refuse? When you look back at the gentleman he has such a naïve and terrified look in his eyes that you find it impossible to deny him.

With glee he drags you to the floor where other nobility steps and swirls like picturesque dancers in a music box. Luckily, Kaeya had the foresight to teach you something about dancing. It's one of the only activities he speaks fondly of when it comes to his childhood as a noble. Kaeya's adoptive father met the love of his life dancing, and apparently told his sons that they surely would too.

Despite the low humming in your pelvis you're doing rather well. One, two, three, One, two, three. As long as you count in your head you can keep step and distract yourself from Kaeya's dastardly game. The pair of you spin and twirl in tandem, and your partner even compliments your dancing. You're feeling rather smug, vindicated from all of the times you tripped on Kaeya's feet.

Then, it's time to switch partners. Your stomach drops as you're spun straight into the arms of a certain winery owner, the towering redhead Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

"S-sir," You bow your head slightly, allowing him to take your hands in his own. He greets you in turn, pulling you along in a pace slightly more commanding than before. In all the time you've dated Kaeya you've met his brother maybe twice, and both events ended in a quarrel. Part of you wonders if the distain Diluc shows is disingenuous, but if he truly feels that way about his own brother than what does he think of you?

"I trust the Cavalry Captain is treating you well?" He asks, red eyes looking through you. All you can do is stammer a semblance of a response as you pray it will be time to change partners soon. One, two, three, One, two, three. The answer to your prayer is abrupt, and not at all what you wanted. A jolt of pleasure shoots through you as the smooth crystal begins vibrating uncontrollably. You jerk forward into Diluc's chest, taking the man by surprise. Even after a heartfelt apology he regards you warily, brows furrowed with concern, "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No! No...I" Your feet continue to move, but the incessant pulsing of the device against your increasingly sensitive walls makes you movements jerky, unsure. Not to mention the movement of your thighs brushes wet fabric against your clit as the dance continues. Sweat beads on your neck and chest as you fight the feeling, desperate not to climax. You know you're gripping Diluc's hands too tightly. Kaeya's name nearly forms on your lips as you start to pull out of Diluc's grasp, intent on getting away from the crowd at any cost.

"I'll take it from here, brother," At the same time you hear Kaeya's voice, the vibrating slows to a crawl. Your chest heaves as Diluc concedes, not before eyeing the two of you with suspicion before transferring to another dancer. Kaeya pulls you into the flow without letting you catch your breath, absolutely beaming. You silently curse him a thousand times, throat dry as you try to stop trembling.

"So, I leave you for a few minutes and find you fraternizing with the enemy, hm?" Kaeya teases, voice lilting at the crook of your neck. The music has slowed to an intimate crawl, allowing you the grace to speak without interruption. Your breath hitches as he pulls you close, strong arms wrapped around the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck for purchase and beg him to turn the device off, "Why? You seem to be enjoying yourself..."

He refers to your flushed face, your heavy breathing. To your chagrin, you know he's right. Had he left the crystal to do its work you would have been keening into Diluc's chest in orgasm. Even Kaeya had too much pride to allow that to happen.

"Kaeya..." You whisper against him, breathing in his scent. He's so warm, you realize, so strong. His taught muscles can be felt even beneath all of this clothing. Kaeya's knee slips between your thighs and presses, and it's all you can do not to whimper aloud.

"Poor thing," The bastard smirks, grinding his thigh into your soft mound before lapping at the shell of your ear, "What do you need?" You shudder and whine, suddenly wishing it was Kaeya inside of you instead of some glittering egg. The way his voice shifts from haughty and teasing to low and seductive has you dripping with desire.

"I need you..." You know what he wants to hear. You feel it in the way a certain hardness makes itself known against your thigh, in the way that his grip on you becomes iron tight.

Without a word, he grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, quickly leading you off of the dance floor and through the throngs of guests. You almost struggle to keep up with how quickly he beelines for the stairs, practically dragging you up them and towards the balcony. Even as you protest, certain the two of you would just leave the gala all together, your words fall on deaf ears.

"Kaeya!" You finally shout as the two of you burst onto the empty balcony into the cool night air. Kaeya pulls you to where the balcony curves around to a side wall hidden from prying eyes. Before you can demand to know what he's doing your back hits the wall with enough force to knock the wind out of you.

The way he kisses you is nothing short of feral. It's teeth and tongue and wanton little grunts swallowed by mouths fighting for dominance. You melt into it immediately, once again wrapping your arms around his neck for dear life and accepting the wet muscle of his tongue as it massages your own.

At the same time his hands wander, hiking up your dress with little effort and lifting you up around his waist. He tugs at your soaking underwear and grinds his clothed cock directly against your slick heat. This time you do moan in earnest, a broken moan that is swallowed by him. When he finally pulls away to suck at your neck the pair of you are breathless.

"K-Kaeya, we can't..." You protest, but make no effort to stop him. The pleasure is dizzying, and somewhere in all of this he's managed to increase the power of the pulsating device to a frequency that makes your mind numb. He ignores you, gyrating his hard length against you and sucking your skin so hard it's sure to leave deep marks of ownership.

Kaeya's soft lips latch back onto your own as he deftly undoes his trousers and frees his aching cock. A niggling panic that someone might step onto the balcony rings somewhere in your mind, but the need to feel him overrides all. Your nails dig into the back of his neck as he drags the head of his sex along your folds once, twice, then sheathes himself inside of you. You didn't think it possible, but he slides in along the vibrating stone, grunting long and low as he feels its movements for himself.

The pressure is incredible, almost too much for you to handle. As he thrusts experimentally you feel your sanity hanging by a thread. Every penetration presses the egg against the throbbing bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars. You don't even realize that Kaeya has moved his mouth and all of your desperate whimpers and moans are ringing in the night air.

"So...tight..." Kaeya rests his damp forehead in the crook of your neck, snapping his hips into you as deep as your body will allow. Your toes curl at the sensation, heart thumping wildly in your chest.

Just as you start to approach climax, the balcony doors open and several guests pour out laughing and talking. You look at Kaeya wide-eyed, trying to stop his thrusts by squeezing him into you with your thighs. All it does is egg him on, mischievous grin returning as he ruts into you even harder. He relishes the way your swollen lips go slack even as your eyes beg him to wait until you're alone.

His hips gradually speed up, thrusting into you again and again. You shake your head but grind your cunt against him, clit rubbing against the fabric of his cavalry jacket, "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, in the commanding tone he knows sends you toppling right over the edge.

"No," You whine, "I can't-"

"Let all of these nobles know how I make you feel, that my cock is so good you couldn't even wait until we got home," You shake your head violently, but Kaeya feels you start to seize. The idea of someone seeing you like this, ballgown hiked up to your waist, Kaeya's thick length stuffed in your cunt while you writhe and sob against the wall, it's too much to take. Mercifully, he slaps a hand over your mouth before you cry out, whispering praises against your skin as a powerful orgasm overtakes you.

"Good girl, so good for me... little cunt squirting on my uniform...Archons, I want them to see it, to see us-" Kaeya talks himself into a frenzy, spearing you with his length as he approaches his own climax, "I'm going to fill you so full, you have to...walk around all night with it dripping out, go dance again full of my cum...I..."

With a few frantic jerks of his hips, he grips you tight as his own climax comes crashing. He's nowhere near as quiet as you, growling into your shoulder as he fills you to the brim with his spend. Even when he's milked dry he cants his hips several more times, making sure the thick, white fluid stays well put in your swollen hole.

It takes a while to catch your breath, Kaeya's cock seated comfortably inside of you while you heave against the wall. The night breeze feels incredible as it floats across your skin, cooling the sweat that soaked your bodies. Kaeya kisses you before stopping the device and gingerly pulling out, chiding you to keep his semen in for as long as you can.

"Oh, what do we have here?" The two of you whip to face a familiar voice. You hide your face in Kaeya's neck, horrified. Kaeya laughs heartily, thoroughly amused to be found with your legs wrapped around him. Lisa puts a gloved hand to her temple and sighs, "Is this what you call your best behavior?"

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

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Everything Ends Part 1

A/N: Here's the first part of my angsty Leo fic! In case you haven't seen my most recent update, I started writing a angsty Leo x GN fic based on the events of the movie and my own added twist. The story is so long I'll be releasing it in parts! I recommend reading my update here! Enjoy!

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 NEW YORK - 2044

"Go, get out of here! I'll hold 'em off!" April shouted, pulling out her trusty bo staff and swinging it around her figure before it stood proudly by her side. You'd have to admit when April first picked up that thing she couldn't throw it in the air without it hitting her on the head. But now? It was as though Donatello himself was guiding her. 

You shook your head, there was no time to daydream, you had to keep running. Leo was hurt and that was your main priority, he was the leader, the master; he had to make the winning plan. Leo tried to talk April out of it, but with the Kraang quickly approaching there was nothing more to be done. Casey held Leo as he ran, you on the other hand held a blaster Donnie had put into beta so many years ago.

You joked that your perfect aim came from your youth, spending hours at a time on fighting games at the arcade. But the truth? You learned through survival, you couldn't turn your back when out in the open; you always had to be moving. Maybe that's why you got caught? You stayed in one spot for far too long.

You could barely hear anything other than your own heart beating in your ears, you couldn't make out the long journey ahead through your tears. Leo began slipping, his breaths churning out into pants. Casey tightened his hold on his master, this couldn't be how it ended, "I got you, Sensei. Stay with me."

"You're a lifesaver, Casey Jones." Leo smirked, clutching a hand against his stomach. You tripped over a few rocks here and there, shooting anything that moved out of fear. Your armour was stained red and cracked, cuts and bruises sustained during your previous fight from only moments ago. 

"Leo," you huffed out, eyes wide when you saw the Kraang's cavalry arrive. Explosions rang out by your side, and demonic monsters leapt and chased after you. This really felt like the end. Leo's feet were starting to drag, noting this, you grabbed a hold of him and helped Casey up the incline.

You wanted to beam at such a familiar site, the Statue of Liberty; or what was left of it. But there was no time to reminisce, the Kraang had surrounded you. You laid Leo down against a rock, pulling out your blaster you began shooting aimlessly.

"Damn dogs," you cursed out, they were always much faster than the bigger bots. Casey stood guard over his injured master, protecting him in his final moments. 

"Leo! There's too many of them!" you yelled out, backing closer to the small group. You were all crowded together, even injured, Leo pulled out his sword. You felt a slight tingling sensation in your fingers, looking down you saw Leo's hand intertwined with yours. Glancing back up you caught his eyes, how they shined even in the height of battle. It was a silent "I love you" and a confirmation that you weren't going to make it out of that spot alive.

Just as the dogs approached, a bright orange light sent them flying to who cares where, "Bad doggies!"

"Impeccable timing, little brother. Very dramatic." Leo mused. Mikey floated down until his feet delicately touched the ground, it had felt like years since you'd seen Mikey. He looked worried though, not only for the situation and the circumstances you were facing but also at the look of pure defeat on Leo's face.

Leo's face scrunched up in pain, causing you all to flinch. You took one step forward, arm outstretched and face full of worry as you caught Leo's gaze. A small pain erupted in your chest, but that small pain soon turned into a burning sensation. The world went silent, Leo's eyes shook and his face dropped. The others stared at you, screaming but you couldn't hear it. Leo rushed to catch you before you fell, but in his weakened state, he wasn't fast enough. 

Luckily Mikey had caught you and gently lowered you to the ground, he let out a small gasp when he saw the sickly red flood your armour. There was a small hole in your chest, and although tiny it held a powerful punch. It was something new the Kraang had cooked up, it made it easier to shoot scum without them seeing it. And unfortunately for you, it was a fatal shot. 

Your hearing was slowly coming back, Leo was hovering over you and screaming your name. Casey and Mikey went back to fighting, protecting you both while you shared your final goodbyes. Leo kept shaking his head, he couldn't do this. First, he lost his father and his brothers, then April and now...you. 

You tugged on his hand, your blood and his blood mixing against your skin. You smiled weakly at him, tears in your eyes, "D-don't stop, L-Leo. I know y-you can do this."

"D-don't talk like that, you're going to be fine. You're not going to die here, (Y/N)!" Leo yelled out, his own voice hoarse and scared. Leo had become rather ignorant of death, it happened around him every day. And while he did still pay respect and was deeply affected by it, he carried on, he didn't look back. But how could he do that with you, he could see it in your eyes, you were scared of dying; you always had been.

"Just keep looking at me, okay? Don't close your eyes. Mikey!" he yelled over his shoulder, hoping his brother could offer you some aid. But it was already too late, the colour had drained from your face, and your eyes lost their sparkle. You smiled one final time, a smile Leo hadn't seen since he was a teenager, "I love you, Leonardo."

He started to choke up, tears falling freely down his face and onto your cold cheeks. Leo cried out, for once he allowed himself a moment to mourn. Casey ran over, skidding to a halt and heaved his mask down, "No..."

You were still in Leo's arms, it's funny, you looked so...Peaceful like this. Leo felt a tug on his shoulder, Mikey sent him a sorrowful look, but they had to get back up; they had to fight with all they had left. Leo looked down at you, resting your head gently on the ground. He unravelled his hood and placed it under your head, pressing the softest kiss he could muster on top of your forehead.

A loud explosion echoed out in the distance, all three turned to look with wide eyes, "That's it, the resistance failed. The Kraang won. B-but it isn't over, we've still got a ninja's greatest weapon." Leo held a weakened smile on his lips, but it gave the others around him a glimmer of confidence.

"Hope." he turned to his younger brother, still clutching his wound, your blood staining his hand along with his own, "That, and a badass mystic warrior. Mikey, we need a time gateway." Leo was serious once more, he had to be to survive. The young mystic thought it through briefly, but trusted his brother, "It'll take everything I have."

"I know," Leo groaned out, flicking his gaze to your lifeless body, "But this is our last chance. It's our only chance." Mikey nodded in understanding, floating away to start his sequence. Casey watched him go, questioning everything, "Wait, what's going on? Where is he going?" 

Casey still hadn't recovered from seeing you fall, the shock in your eyes as you fell to the ground. The small breaths you took, you were like a sister to him, hell, maybe a mother. You took him in after his own mother suffered a similar fate, and you never looked back. And now here you were, dead on the ground and the world around you crumbling down.

Leo snapped the young teen out of his depression, "Casey, listen-" Leo pulled out a small photograph. On closer inspection it was a family portrait, everyone was there, even people he had only met once or never met at all.

"The Kraang first came to our planet through a mystic doorway, the key that opened the doorway looked like this." Leo handed Casey the paper, his blood smearing the edges just a little, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because Mikey's about to send you back in time to the day that the key was stolen." Leo stated as though it was normal. Casey's eye's widened, his mouth agape, "Wait, he's gonna what?"

[diverse-hearts-moved]

Diluc - Verse Tags -

Verse 01 - Darknight Hero - Genshin Impact (Main Verse)

Verse 02 - Seeking Retribution- Fatui (Spy)

Verse 03 - Knight of Favonius - Cavalry Captain

Verse 04 - Dawn Winery - Childhood 

Verse 05 - Cursed to Fall - Non Vision Verse

Verse 06 - Follow the Winds - AUs

[minty-fanfic-corner]

"Harsh Words" - Part 2

It's finally here! I'm sorry I took so long to write it, school is exhausting aaaah... Anyway, I hope you all will like it!!

Warning: As usual... Not proof read...

A/N: I'm so exhausted from school I'm scared i made a big mistake

Part 1 here

Content under the cut!

You were sitting in a domain. Well, what was left of a domain… You had accepted this particular commission a few days after your fight with Kaeya. When you said you were taking it, Katherine told you more about it.

“Many people have tried to complete this commission to no avail (Y/N). Maybe you shouldn’t go alone.”

You simply smiled at her and told her you would be fine. You wanted to prove to everyone that you weren’t as weak as they thought you were. You were not useless or a burden. You wanted to prove everyone wrong. Especially Kaeya. But now, you were hidden under some fallen stairs, accompanied with the deafening silence. You had injured your leg a few days prior and-

Wait.

A few days?

You closed your eyes and tried to think for a moment. Has it really been “a few” days since you entered this cursed domain? Looking at your stock of food and water it could have easily been four or five days already. You sighed at the thought and finished changing the bandage around your leg. Even if you were hiding, you knew it was only a matter of time before the monsters roaming free could find you. And you didn’t want to be stuck under a collapsed stair when they’d find you. So now, you were making your way out of your hiding spot when a loud noise broke the silence. Your eyes widen and you felt your heartbeat getting faster and faster. Did the monsters find you already?

Carefully, you made your way to the source of the sound. It sounded as if… a battle was going on? You quickly hid under a pillar and peeked quickly. It took you a while before understanding what was happening in front of you: clouds of dust flying around, the sound of metal hitting something over and over again and… A voice?

Kaeya’s voice?

As you heard his voice, you felt sick to your stomach. What was he doing here? Why was he here?? You were frozen into place, and you could only watch him fight. Truth ne told, you felt as if your world was once again crumbling around you. You wanted to prove people that you were not someone weak and a burden, but of course he had to ruin it. “Does he really hate me so much?” was your only thought now. At the same moment, Kaeya saw you. Your gazes crossed for merely a short second, but you noticed a change in his expression. Was he happy to see you? Was the relief in his eyes? But those thoughts didn’t last long. As the Cavalry Captain seemed to open his mouth to tell you something, he was hit by a powerful blow, which sent him flying several feet in the air. You screamed his name in horror, but Kaeya didn’t react. He stayed immobile on the floor. Your heart was now pounding in your chest, you felt as if it was going to escape your chest. The monsters were now making their way towards your lover, and you could only watch in horror, paralysed with fear.

That was what you thought. Before you could realize it, you were standing up and running towards the monsters, your weapon in your hands. You didn’t really realize what you were doing, your body was moving on its own and your mind just followed it. You remembered screaming and hitting your enemies with a force you’ve never used before. Soon enough, you looked at their red ashes disappearing in thin air. You were out of breath and felt somewhat of a pain in your left side, but you paid no mind to it. The rush of adrenaline was still present in your veins, and you only had one thought: getting Kaeya out of here. Somehow, you managed to grab him and to bring him back to Mondstadt. But once you set foot into the city, the pain you felt became unbearable and you felt unconscious to the ground.

“Don’t worry sir Kaeya, they’ll be okay. They only need to rest.”

You heard those words, but it felt as if the person saying them was speaking through a wall of cotton. Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried to open them. When you finally did, the world was blurry, and you could barely tell what was around you. Finally, everything became clear again and you could see Kaeya, sitting beside you with a reassuring smile on his lips.

“(Y/N)…! You’re finally awake…!”

You looked at him, confused. He was happy to see you? He was relieved to see you awake? You looked at the bandage around his neck. How could he be happy to see you? He got hurt by your fault, didn’t he? This didn’t make any sense. After a moment of silence, you managed to let out a weak:

“Why did you come…?”

“Huh?” Kaeya asked, confused.

“You heard me! Why did you come to this domain??” hot tears were now rolling down your cheeks. “It was my commission! I was supposed to do it alone, but you ruined everything! You didn’t have to come, I could handle it perfectly!”

“(Y/N)…”

“You said I was a burden, remember? You always said that I was a useless burden that always needed a baby-sitter. And I was going to prove you wrong! But you ruined everything by coming into this domain and taking this commission and—”

You were cut by strong arms around you. You felt Kaeya hugging you tight against him and stroking your hair as you kept sobbing.

“(Y/N), please… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you, trust me. I… I thought it was just teasing, I never realised how hurtful my comments were.” He let out a dry chuckle before resuming.

“But you’re not weak love. You’re not a burden to anyone. And you’ve proved it to everyone already! If you weren’t there, I would probably be dead by now. But you saved me. Do you realize that?”

He kissed your forehead softly.

“I understand if you hate me now. But please, know that I am sorry. You are not a burden (Y/N). And you are so much stronger than many of us, my love”.

[sheep-from-rad]

—SAGAU but the ones who harbored a spark of hatred

Note: My psychology major student ass is on break so I will be making chaos. Warnings: Sagau content, violence (not graphic), trauma, angst, Aether and Lumine just wanted to be reunited, Kaeya story spoilers Characters: Kaeya Alberich, Dainsleif, Aether and Lumine Masterlist

SAGAU time! Let’s start with the usual waking up inside the game fiasco. It all started with meteor showers that lit up the Teyvat skies that lit even the foggy Seirai Islands. You wake up, you are in an alien land and the next thing you know is that you’re being chased by people who are calling you a heretic. From nation to nation, the characters you love chase you. Hell, you have a large bounty on your head as well.

And then by turn of events while saving a lone adventurer, Amber took this as an opportunity to shoot you with her arrow. Lo and Behold, instead of crimson you bled gold. And now here you are standing next to the characters you loved. For the first time nations have come together, sitting next to each other like tensions from years ago never existed. Everyone is welcome, everyone is given a chance.

The longing in your heart has quelled and you can never ask for anything else. But you know how things go. Just like how the sun and moon go together, love and hate are also relative. There can never be light without darkness to make it shine and there can never love without hate making it precious. After thousands of years being absent in the picture, have you ever just wondered who amongst the one you loved secretly harbored an atom of hate to you?

Kaeya Alberich

Flirty and Charismatic. Sly and secretive. Let’s go back shall we? Let’s face it, if Khaen’riah didn’t fall into the hands of the archons 500 years ago, Kaeya wouldn't be in his position as the Cavalry captain right now. It’s not that it’s bad, it's just that his position as the captain and his previous bond as a spy made him constantly question himself.

Behind closed doors once he took the title of ‘captain’, on his bed at night it’s a constant war that never seemed to end. Behind closed doors he doesn’t have to pretend that Diluc’s words and glares never hurt. Behind closed doors he never has to pretend that a part of him didn’t get destroyed when all things got revealed.

This hate is not the ‘I hate you’ type of hate but it’s more on ‘Why you didn’t save me?’ type of thing. He was just a kid! He should be dreaming of something instead of being abandoned by his father and becoming a spy. Your presence wasn’t there when Khaen’riah fell, that’s why everything went to hell.

Invite this gentleman for tea sometimes. Wearing a facade too much changes you a lot and honestly it can be damaging.

Dainsleif

Surprise, surprise. Although Dainsleif claims that his memories have all but faded, he remembered the destruction too well. He remembered the screams of innocent people, the fire that engulfed his nation and the curse of immortality inlaid upon him to make him remember that he failed to do the thing that he was instructed to do. While the other nations progressed and prosper, his nation was buried in remains of the innocent citizens. The name of the nation is only uttered by those deities who are guilty of destruction.

Immortality changed him a lot and yes that included his functions. Sleep doesn’t come like they used to. Hunger sometimes doesn’t happen at all. He could be walking, fighting mobs for weeks but he’s numb enough that whatever hard hit comes doesn’t phase him anymore. Sometimes we find himself walking while the cities are asleep thinking to himself, ‘does worshipping an Archon make you love people more? Is that the reason why you let Khaen’riah die?’

At one point he just wanted to have fate in control. No more gods that will try to harm whatever or whoever’s left. Anything just to protect the last of the last even if it means death. When he heard about your arrival, he was intrigued and the idea of you made him mad. ‘Why do you have to come now? Why not when we need you?’

He will show up at your doorsteps and unlike Kaeya, he wants answers.

Aether/Lumine…or worst, both

Depending on who you chose as a vessel, one or both might end up hating you. One twin was forced to wander the abyss, witnessing how it is out of control. The other twin is forced to wander lands, becoming a dog to everyone and eventually gets pulled away from what their mission was supposed to be.

Honestly, they just wanted to be reunited. They just wanted to be together but suddenly an unknown god pushed them into this world. Even worse, you, the divine creator, was missing hence making their journey longer than it was supposed to be. All of your work, all the responsibilities that you are supposed to handle is what they carry on their shoulders.

Honestly, it won’t take too long until that twin in the land for snap and for that twin in the abyss to do what they think is necessary. The next time you see one of the twins, it doesn’t matter if it’s the one in the land or one in the abyss, hug them.

[viviennevermillion]

Kaeya Alberich is a terrible wingman

notes: chaos ensues. as it should. I should write more fics about character's being the reader's wingman because the sheer hilarity of situations a very dedicated friend can cause for a poor crushing soul is amazing

contains: diluc x gn!reader, kaeya as reader's self-proclaimed wingman, platonic kaeya x gn!reader

warnings: none

"Why, for the love of all that is holy, are you even so invested in my non-existent love life?", you pouted as Cavalry Captain Kaeya dragged you one step closer to Angel's Share.

"Well, see it as me doing you a favor", he shrugged with a grin on his face, "besides, at the latest at your wedding he'll have to get along with me again."

You raised an eyebrow. "And you really see no better options to bury your family feud than sending me, a poor innocent bystander who has done nothing wrong ever in their life, to the front lines to suffer miserably?" Kaeya chuckled at your hyperbole and linked his arm with yours joyfully.

"You do know you should just talk it out right?", you let out a sigh and shook your head. "I've found significant others make an excellent conversation starter", Kaeya insisted and you got the feeling he was just doing this for his own amusement. Actually that was exactly what he was doing. The streets were already pretty empty compared to Mondstadt's usual crowded market places and Kaeya had bribed you to accompany him to Angel's Share to see Diluc. With the threat 'If you don't make a move I might just have to tell him myself' he had sealed your fate and you could only pray to the archons that Kaeya would not deliberately make things awkward.

"I don't even like taverns", you whined and pulled your jacket tighter around you. "For someone who hates taverns you come here pretty often....and all that just to see my dear brother", Kaeya winked and you rolled your eyes. "You know that's not the main reason I come here. Venti also knows of my....", your voice quieted down and you hesitated, ".....feelings.....for Diluc and I come here to watch him so he doesn't spill my secrets after too much wine or GOD FORBID turns them into a musical number." Kaeya laughed. "I would love to see that."

Glad to see you're having fun with this, Kaeya...

Opening the door to the tavern, the two of you were met with the laughter and loud voices of drunk citizens, the smell of wine and the ethereal view of Diluc in a high ponytail and a short-sleeved shirt pouring drinks behind the counter of the bar. Your eyes fell on him and his presence seemed to immediately drown out your noisy and annoying environment. Enough so, that you accidentally bumped into a drunk customer who cursed at you under his breath and stumbled out of the door. You glared at Kaeya who was snickering about the whole ordeal.

"Well you certainly seem in high spirits", Diluc noticed and nodded towards Kaeya. "Yeah, today was a great day and I thought I'd celebrate it by coming here with my good friend, y/n", he gestured towards you and then towards his adoptive brother, "Diluc." "We literally know eachother-"

"Pay no mind to him", Diluc gave you a polite smile and offered the menu to you, "would you like to drink or eat something?" Kaeya nudged you with his leg and you remembered what he told you. "I'd like to have a grape juice", you said, not noticing you were nervously tapping with your fingers on the counter. Order a grape juice, Kaeya had said, Diluc loves that stuff.

And just as promised, Diluc seemed delighted by your answer. "I'm glad to see someone else appreciate grape juice as I do", he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, "it's my favorite. We actually have high-quality grape juice for a reduced price on our menu right now. I'll make it for you right away." Diluc prepared your juice and Kaeya's eyes fell onto the notice board on the wall, more specifically an ad that Angel's Share was looking for part-timers and new staff. "Actually, y/n here was interested in helping out at the tavern!", Kaeya announced and you stared at him in shock.

"Oh? Well that is a surprise", Diluc remarked curiously. "Slow down Kaeya, I haven't even sent an application or anything", you hissed. "That won't be necessary", Diluc said, "we're already aquainted and I'm sure you'd make a good addition to the team. If you still want to work here, that is. Angel's Share has been getting more crowded recently and we could use the help, even if it's just for a while." You sighed. How could you turn down that offer. You gave Kaeya another angry glare while Diluc was busy taking an order from a customer.

"If you want to, I can show you around a bit today", Diluc offered and turned to you again, "you won't have to do anything yet, but I could explain the tasks our staff does here and show you the kitchen and the wine cellar." "Yes, sure, I'd love that", you replied, not sure what you had gotten yourself into. Diluc seemed very professional and you were sure that's all there was to this encounter.

Kaeya stayed at the bar and said goodbye to you for now with an enthusiastic thumbs up as you followed Diluc to the backrooms of the tavern. He introduced you to the few kitchen staff members and showed you how some of the food was made, even letting you try some samples for free. Mainly being a bar, Angel's Share didn't actually offer a lot of food but there were a few nicely prepared appetizers and soups on the menu.

The wine cellar was way bigger than you had imagined and there was a plate with a couple of fresh grapes standing on a small table by the door for the employees. Diluc gestured for you to take some before also taking some for himself.

Given that most of Angel Share's business was selling drinks and promoting the wine and juice of the Dawn Winery, there weren't actually that many staff-only rooms to visit. The last on your list was the utensil closet. It was a small, dark room and as soon as both of you had stepped in it you became nervous at how close you were to Diluc. Meanwhile Diluc just kept on explaining what things to use for what tasks. You were trying to pay attention to the words he said instead of how nice his voice sounded when the door fell shut behind you due to a gust of wind.

Hold on a minute....a gust of wind? You internally cursed the very likely scenario that Kaeya had dragged the tone-deaf bard into this whole ordeal. You could practically hear the knight's amused voice in your head, lecturing you that at least it wasn't a musical number. Diluc switched places with you to try and open the door again. It did not work. "I'm sorry, this one's been a bit rusty for a while now, I should have hired someone to do some necessary repairs on this door already", he sighed and seemed genuinely sorry for this awkward situation.

He was so close.... Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest and the silence wasn't making things better. "This isn't good...I hope we get out of here soon enough", Diluc mumbled, still fidgeting with the door. "I hope it's not because of me" you said before you could stop yourself. "Oh?", Diluc looked at you surprised, "no, don't worry, I just need to get back to work as the customers would get impatient and angry otherwise. That's not good for the business. Your...." He cleared his throat. "Your company is quite enjoyable usually", he admitted.

You had spent some time with Diluc before. For a while, he had been nothing but an aquaintance, maybe even a friend, to you. You had sometimes taken walks or eaten together at Good Hunter when you happened to meet in the city and talked about whatever came to mind. Diluc, despite hating idle chit-chat, turned out to be an excellent conversation partner and he grew to appreciate that your interactions were more than simple small-talk. Conversing with you was so much easier than with a lot of people that he found himself actually regretting that he may have made you think that he disliked your talks when he expressed his distaste for small-talk. Things had changed when one day you noticed how much you missed his company when you hadn't seen him in a while. How beautiful his smile was, even though he seemed to smile so rarely. How he always made sure you were okay and told you to get home safely. Before you knew it you had fallen head over heels in love with Diluc.

You didn't notice you were staring at his lips the whole time. Your gaze quickly returned to his eyes and his hand brushed against yours. "I haven't seen you around a lot lately, are you doing alright?", Diluc inquired, as caring about your well-being as ever. You nodded and the two of you went back to silence. "We....I suppose we could have dinner again sometime?", Diluc asked. "I would like that", you smiled at him. "I-", he seemed as though he wanted to say something but quickly stopped himself.

"Was there something you wanted to say?", you asked and Diluc put a hand in his neck. "Well....I guess it's just....I found myself missing your company quite a bit. I'm glad we have the opportunity to work together now." Oh yeah, the work thing. You almost forgot about that. But your heart was beating even faster when you learnt that Diluc had actually missed you. That he wanted to be around you.

You both looked at each other like you just wanted to close the distance and confirm you felt the same. But Diluc was so hesitant about letting someone in and he sometimes felt like he was far away from you even if you were in the same room. Even if the room was a tiny closet at Angel's Share. "Honestly, I was a little worried I had done or said something that made you distance yourself from me", he confessed. "No, no, nothing of the sort", you immediately confirmed, "there were just some things I had to sort out, don't worry about it."

"If you want to talk about it, I'll listen", he offered and there was almost something pleading in his voice. Like he was hoping for a chance that you'd tell him you loved him. And you knew Diluc wouldn't judge you for the way you felt about him. Nor would he let it affect the friendship you had. "I guess I....", you hesitated and Diluc patiently waited for you to continue. "I've been....feeling some things that weren't there before", you said quietly, your voice was trembling a little. If Diluc was nervous, he sure didn't let any of it show. "What kind of feelings?", he just asked softly, trying to reassure you that there was nothing you couldn't talk about with him.

"I-", you wanted to tell him but there was so much fear inside you as well. Fear of being hurt by his rejection. Of not being able to find as much joy in seeing him as you did now. Fear of having to let him go. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, I won't pressure you", he gently took your hand in his and ran his thumb over your fingers, "just know I'm here for you if anything is troubling you."

You nodded and noticed Diluc was even closer now. There was a caring, loving gaze in his eyes but also a bit of sadness. As if something he longed for was so close and yet he just couldn't reach it. Your eyes wandered to his lips again in the hopes he would notice and understand. Diluc hadn't let go of your hand yet. "Y/n?", he asked quietly. "Yes?", you squeezed his hand a little. He paused for what felt like an eternity, unsure whether to take a step he couldn't take back.

"May I kiss you?", he whispered and you gently pulled him closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Diluc kissed back gently and cupped your cheek. He was so careful with you, as if he had waited ages to do this and was scared of losing it all now that he had finally bridged the distance between you. You deepened the kiss and buried your hands in his red hair, Diluc kissing back equally as passionate. You could feel the emotion he poured into the kiss. Like he never wanted to let you go. The fear of being alone again.

When you parted, as much as Diluc hated to admit it, he feared that you weren't as serious about this as he was. He had seen people take things like kissing somebody lightly, something fun they did because they felt like it, not intending to make it last. He didn't know anything about what these things meant to you. Maybe he was wrong about your feelings...

All his doubts were gone when you wrapped your arms tightly around him and hugged him. With your head rested against his chest you closed your eyes and sighed. "This was about time", you whispered and took his hand into your own, pressing a kiss to it. "It sure was", Diluc quietly chuckled and held you close. He kissed your forehead and buried his face in your neck so you wouldn't be able to see his flustered expression. "I'm yours now though", he whispered quietly and kissed you once again. "As am I", you confirmed and brushed a strand of his hair out of his face.

Diluc smiled at you gently. "Did anyone ever tell you that you have the kindest smile in all of Mondstadt?", you said quietly, lost in thought. "Now you did", he replied but you did notice his voice crack slightly, "thank you.....I appreciate it..." He reached for the door handle again and much to his surprise it opened fairly easy now.

Kaeya and Venti sat at the bar counter, giving you two innocent smiles before excusing themselves for the night and leaving the tavern. "Kaeya is a terrible wingman", you sighed and buried your face in your hands. Diluc chuckled. "As much as I hate to admit it, this time the outcome wasn't that bad. I should close up the tavern soon. It's getting late." You nodded as he gestured for you to wait at the counter. Sitting down on one of the stools you watched Diluc slowly bringing his work day to an end.

After the last customers had left he walked up to you and placed his hand upon your own. "Do you want me to take you home? Or would you like to join me at Dawn Winery for tonight? I.... don't really want to let go of you yet", he admitted, wondering if you could see how his cheeks were heating up. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and jumped down from the stool right into Dilucs arms. "I wouldn't mind that", you smiled at him and pulled him close again, looking forward to falling asleep with your head resting on his chest like this. "Diluc?" "What is it?", his voice sounded a little tired but so soft and caring. "I love you", you whispered and Diluc tightened his embrace around you. He kissed you once again. "I do too", he whispered back before your lips met his.

[hiraya-rawr]

HCs on Diluc's Future Family

I can't get over Diluc having triplets. Two boys, one girl. Imagine being his partner parent and the kids are just so clingy to you AAAAH might make a fic out of it too

extended family hc here | navigation

Eldest son, Lucas

The classic hero type. Acts exactly like how Diluc was in his younger years — extremely righteous, kind-hearted, diligent to make his parents proud, etc. He earns a pyro vision at a young age and wields a sword (he wanted a claymore but he's better with a sword). He secretly dreams of joining the Knights of Favonius, especially when he finds out his dad used to be the cavalry captain. He shared this with his uncle Kaeya and the older man would just smile. Kaeya's heart almost hurts from how much he sees a younger Diluc in Lucas!!

"I want the world to be a safer place for my family and for everyone else in Mondstadt. I just need to work harder!"

The daughter, Lily

Named after the Calla Lily, she's a fiery good!villainess type. I honestly see Diluc having a prideful but secretly sweet daughter (like a tsundere). She uses the Ragnvindr name often and holds her head up high. She receives her vision (most likely pyro too) much later in life and probably wields a bow. Amber is her inspiration, but she'd never admit to that! Kaeya loves to spoil his only niece as well. I like to see her with long, chaotic red hair. The kind you'd see on rich iconic villainesses.

"Hmp. As part of the noble Ragnvindr clan, It's only natural that I'd help you protect Mondstadt. It's not because I like you or anything."

Youngest son, Louis

To his parents, Louis is a kind and shy boy, different from his siblings. Diluc is reminded of a younger Kaeya. But what hides behind his timid smile is a much more cunning and intelligent view of life. While Lucas is the sun, Louis is the moon. I see him receiving a dendro vision in his teen years: seemingly harmless and vulnerable to the pyro of his family. But don't be fooled, he's quick to learn that his dendro specializes in chemicals and poisons. He grows harmless flowers for you while his enemies perish from inhaling hazardous spores. Imagine him eventually taking over the tavern, how easy it is for him to mix substances in someone's drink to gather intel. He'd never express this side of him to his family — Diluc might find out though.

"The world, in reality, is cruel. Know that I would do anything to protect what I have. What's so wrong about that?"

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Can you guess my favorite? 😌💓 jk all of them are my babies I love family tropes so muchhh!! It's just perfect for Diluc to have lawfully good and chaotically good children.

Now that I see it, the kids honestly resemble Harry Potter's?? Like Louis is that one Potter kid that got in Slytherin in the cursed child book, I forgot it na.

thank you for attending my brainrot 💕💕💕

[extra-vertebrae]

Some Margit / Morgott nonsense to tide you all over.

1. the untapped Crucible-powered OTP

2. proportions / charts and an idea regarding the advancement of Morgott’s curse in old age

3. further progress on Morgott And His Night’s Cavalry

[ii-van]

(i am having VIOLENT ideas lately i’m so sorry 😭 warnings: graphic injury descriptions)

gn!reader

but imagine kaeya planning to propose to you, his lifelong companion, except he doesn’t manage to pop the big question.

why? because of the raging war between teyvat and the abyss.

war ravages; it takes and steals and pillages to its heart’s content without any semblance of remorse.

the pair of you are unfortunately no exception to this primordial rule.

every able-bodied soldier was required to lend their strength and, as the cavalry captain, he had no choice but to oblige no matter how earnestly he wanted to remain by your side and protect you.

however, it wasn’t you who needed protecting, no… it was kaeya who had found himself caught in the direst of situations.

it was one of his greatest regrets at the time, realising that his duty to protect mond would ultimately end with you being all alone.

in another life perhaps, kaeya ponders with an aching heart, he would be with you and running away from the final calamity instead of participating in its cruel games.

a large gaping wound found its home in his torso, a sight so grievous that diluc had to fight to keep the bile from rising in his throat and spewing onto the blood-soaked ground. his infamous eyepatch lay torn a few metres away from his body, the crystalline earring ripped from its usual place on his ear.

as for his eye… well, it seemed to have been missing from its socket, a heavy trail of blood leaking from beneath the man’s right lid.

it was a grisly sight, simply put.

immediately diluc sinks to his knees beside his fallen brother, shakily sweeping him up into his burly arms. diluc thinks he’s long gone but the quietest of whispers takes him by surprise, and to both his absolute relief and horror, kaeya lives.

it’s simultaneously a blessing and a curse to be breathing after receiving such a fatal blow.

“kaeya!”

the young alberich manages to give his brother a delirious smile.

“—et.”

diluc’s eyes are frantic as he tries to hone in on kaeya’s words, leaning in to aid the process. he can barely hear over the roaring of his pounding heart.

kaeya sounds like he’s choking.

choking on his own blood.

“pocket,” the captain struggles to repeat. it’s an arduous battle to project his voice above a whisper. it hurts, terribly so. he chooses his words wisely- he doesn’t have enough breath to spare. “my p-pocket.”

a trembling hand fumbles with the buckles of kaeya’s attire, carmine eyes hyper-fixated on his brother’s heaving chest, until diluc feels a small lump in the inner left breast-pocket of kaeya’s outer layer. a quick nod from the captain is enough to confirm the ragnvindr’s silent question.

taking the object out with as much delicacy as he could muster, the young master finds what seems to be a small velvet box.

diluc feels sick to his stomach.

this couldn’t be happening. diluc wasn’t daft- he knew what this was. knew what this meant.

he wants to hurl the precious item far away, throw it back into kaeya’s possession, he shouldn’t be holding such an intimate thing, but his fingers refuse to lessen their firm grip.

it felt like he was holding the weight of kaeya’s heart in his palm.

the world is blurry.

“give it… to— them.” kaeya’s words chill the ragnvindr’s spine, each strenuous pause a pang to his already-breaking heart. “please.”

it wasn’t a question, wasn’t a request. it was a demand- a desperate one. the final wishes of a dying man.

kaeya feels the way diluc’s chest rises and falls with each hysterical huff that escapes his lips. it seems like he’s trying to formulate sentences but is unable to find the right words. unable to force them out.

he doesn’t know what’s more painful: the severity of his injury or watching his once-estranged brother, a man known for his steely composure, breaking down right in front of him.

is this how master crep— is this how father must have felt that day…? the day it all fell apart?

but diluc finds them, although he regrets not having thought them out thoroughly.

diluc wants to smack himself for putting on such a weak front for his dying family. he should’ve offered words of comfort, of reassurance that yes, of course he’d give this to you, but all that comes out are accusations and hopeless questions.

“this is your job,” is what kaeya thinks he hears. he can’t really tell, what with the ringing in his ears. “what am i supposed to say, damn it…? what do i— what do i tell them? please, kae—”

the last alberich had already left the plains of teyvat long before diluc could finish his sentence. a single faded eye stares up at the only other soul left in the decrepit wasteland.

kaeya would like to believe that what he heard last was the nickname diluc had given him when they were just children who knew not the meaning of war, would like to believe that he didn’t manage to catch the final cries of “don’t leave me.”

kaeya would like to believe that the final expression he saw of his brother was a happy one, even if what he caught was the face of a broken man.

diluc screams, his brother’s heart clasped tightly in his hand.

[kiribaku-fics-whatever]

Soulmates 2

pickup lines and valentines by aloera

“Hey, isn’t that Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you wearing Kirishima’s hoodie?”

“He’s my boyfriend.”

Ochako grins, ruffling his hair. “You’re so cute, Katsuki, honestly. Like, you’re the only person who thinks that pretending to date Kirishima is somehow less embarrassing than just admitting you’re cold.”

Bakugou and Kirishima find out that they're soulmates after two years of dating. Their friends are more than a little out of the loop.

Heart Strings by starofjems

Red. Red was all Bakugou could see sometimes. His father called this ability to see strings of fate a gift. Bakugou called it curse. He never wanted to be fate's pawn, never wanted to willingly play its games. More than anything, Bakugou had never wanted to know who was at the end of his string.

There was no turning back.

Little Words by nightmoonz

Everyone has a Soulmate, and the words you're born with are the first words your Soulmate says directly to you.

Bakugou was born with only one word, one word that is said far too often, so when Bakugou enters UA the last thing he expects is to find his Soulmate.

his is the sun by bwyn

“Now that is how you score a goal!” laughs Eijirou.

Bakugou doesn’t look at him until Eijirou’s hand comes down on his shoulder—then it’s the full power of eyes like fire and a grin like the god of war blasting Eijirou. He freezes for a beat, and in the time it takes for him to recover, Bakugou has already left Eijirou to jog back to the centerline, accepting whoops and hollers from his teammates with a slasher smile.

Eijirou has—seriously—never been more glad to have him on their team.

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An AU in which Kirishima and Bakugou meet on the soccer field and things spiral from there.

firedancer by kiroiimye

Eijirou has learned to love, from his mothers, his sisters, and Crimson Riot, and it shows on his body, in the way that the flowers are colored and several are stemmed and rooted, how he doesn’t have many flower scars and bruises, from where the flowers fade away.

But Bakugou? There’s barely an inch of color on him, only displaying pearly pale skin. Perhaps in another world, showing such simple skin is normal, but in the world they live in, where Quirks reigned dominant and floral tattoos are the norm, Bakugou is the outcast.

In which Kirishima Eijirou has been in love with his best friend for all of three years and the flower tattoos on his back just keep growing.

Heart Made For Taking Flight by timetoboldlygo

"You seem like you have a good soul, Bakugou," Kirishima grinned, acting like that was something sensible people said.

"That's the worst reason to save someone's life I've ever heard," Katsuki scoffed. "And I don't have a good soul." He'd know better than anyone.

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Katsuki trusted things he could see, things he could feel. Things he could back up with his own power. Souls were not included, so he didn't necessarily believe they existed. Really, he didn't even think about them, or hearts, or true love, or any of that bullshit. He didn't know or care if it existed and he didn't need to know, either.

Slowly but surely, one Kirishima Eijirou saves his life, remains by his side, and changes his mind.

Achromatopsia by PurplePersnickety

They lifted Bakugou up, Eijirou’s breath sliced into his lungs for a moment, and colour splashed across his vision. But the cavalry battle was about to begin. There was no time to consider it, or laugh, or talk, or do anything but meet Bakugou’s red eyes, red framed by yellow-gold-pale hair, and bare his teeth in readiness.

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Until you meet your soulmate, you only see one colour. When you touch your soulmate for the first time, the true colours of the world appear.

Unless, perhaps, you're colour-blind.

Tiger Lily by LunarFlare64

Kirishima Eijirou didn't want to stick his soulmate with something as permanent as a tattoo, not without permission.

Apparently his soulmate didn't feel the same way.

A tattoo war, of sorts? Playful tattoo drama? It's hard to explain but it works for them.

Soulmate AU where whatevers drawn on your skin appears on your soulmate's, and in a world like that tattoos are taken very seriously.

someone has to know by TuesdayTerrible

In which Kirishima gets hit with a quirk that leads him to the truth he's always known, and the sacrifice he's willing to make for it.

Or Bakugou Katsuki loses his best friend.

Now I'm Covered in the Colors... by CharWright5

Kirishima thought he didn't have a Soul Mate. Kirishima thought his crush's Soul Mate was someone else. Turns out, he was wrong about everything...

Let Me Know Where I Can Go To Save My Soul by sodomizzerr

Children get a single vision of their soulmate when they're around five, and only for a few minutes. And as much as Bakugou would love to have Shitty-Hair as his soulmate, he knows damn well the little fuck he saw had black hair and flat teeth.

show me where it hurts by JustAKilljoy

Bakugou's beginning to have panic attacks at night, ones that don't belong to him. In which Bakugou learns to love someone else, and Kirishima learns to love himself.

Soulmate AU