#i'm really amused by the top/bottom/vers one
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the thing is too that it's not like it's not true that a lot of people discussing elaborate sex practices and paraphilias on the internet are being fake and performative, talking big on the basis of no experience etc. and specifically performing-membership-in-an-imagined-community-via-signaling-conformity-to-it-via-jargon-and-the-reiteration-of-cliche.
all of which are obnoxious behaviors to be around, when you're not experiencing ingroup-affirmation from it!
but like. that's not actually distinctive to or an inherent feature of those kinds of sex practices? that's anything. people do this about literally any interest or community there is, ever.
irl also. all sex practices including whatever is being categorized as 'normal' here also--in fact, I think the faking of competence and experience and insistence on aggressively normalizing individual experiences originates there and radiates outward.
kink and other elaborate sex is not special in this way. this is a misassignment of cause.
the performative conversations are just especially visible and memorable when they're about sex, an attention-grabbing, notionally universal, emotionally fraught topic laden with taboo.
and I think there's a very interesting flavor of visibility to these kinds of sex conversations as they proliferate through in public online spaces, because they tend to be framed in ways that simultaneously celebrate their transgressiveness and assert their universality.
but i feel the people who have this kind of reaction to it are probably mostly people who are not used to being on the outsides of ingroup-affirmation behaviors. at least not unless the group is organized around something they know they don't value. so their reaction to the feeling is to define the thing they're outside of and uncomfortable with as aberrant and valueless.
this isn't really a good habit to get into, in general. it makes you reactive and easy to manipulate.
i cant take any of this sex stuff seriously
#i'm really amused by the top/bottom/vers one#that's being like why do you need a role just to have sex can't you just do it#because those are terms associated with sex *positioning*#so taken literally this question is being asked from a position of considering penetrative sex abnormal and fakey#(what they are actually trying to say is dom/sub/vers do you always need a role)#and like it's fine if someone does let them do their thing#it's all social constructs friend just let people play with their blocks in peace#it has nothing to do with you#also i want to visit the nonexistent community#where penetrative sex is an unusual kink that demands too much structure#no wait that's lesbian separatism isn't it#*dom/sub/switch i can type
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Shot for shot
Jealous Kaeya Alberich/gn!vision wielder!reader
Rating: T
Requested by: N/a
Word count: 1182
Short fic inspired by @electrosair from their post "Jealous headcanons anemo + cryo ver."
Notes: hi hope u dont mind this!! I got really inspired by the kaeya section and well the writing gods just had to possess me :,) this was supposed to be a drabble but then I blinked and I hit 1k words
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You and Kaeya were shot for shot so far. Bar hopping in Mond was a treat for you, even if it was a little more regular for your boyfriend. Unfortunately, your daily habits did not lend themselves well to a constant stupor.
But every so often, for a special evening of fun, Kaeya would dress the both of you in your favourite clothes and whizz you out the door for a night on the town.
The Angel's Share was your last stop for the night. You'd already said hi to Diona and many of the other working bartenders at your regular places, and now Charles was setting the two of you up with a special limited time new flavour of dandelion wine.
You watched as he poured the ingredients into two tall glasses, vision swimming as you watched green pearlescent liquid swirl in to mix with the wine. You smile dopily at it, swinging your head loosely around to look at your partner. "Babe look it's like. It's like Venti," you giggle out. "It's green and sparkly."
Kaeya, just as plastered as you, snorts out a laugh into the back of his hand. "I'll say. Contains just the right amount of wine, too."
You turn back to Charles. "Has Venti had one of these yet?"
He tops off your glasses and pushes them towards you, moving on to collect other empty glasses from patrons around the bar adjacent to them. "No," he thinks, "but I'll tell him you recommend it next time he comes in."
You shrug, drunkenly content with that answer. This was only released within the last few days, and it wasn't like the bard was at the Angel's Share every night. Taking the glass, you take a gulp of the drink.
To say it's new is an understatement. You have no idea what kind of things Diluc was experimenting with, but this topped anything he'd ever done. The ice in the bottom kept it chilly as sweet wine, a hint of Mondstat's sweet mint, a little side of lime, and something just distinctly flavoured as green slides down your tongue. It's a refreshing taste after the last bar, which was arguably one of the cheapest ones in town.
A sound makes its way out of your mouth, unsure in it's own sound if it's some kind of moan, warble, or drunken hiccup.
You blink. Wiping your mouth, you can't help but giggle. "Sorry Charles, I'm really drunk and that is going to be a smash hit."
When you look back at your boyfriend, he's staring at you, but not at your face, mouth open in soft wonder, eyes dancing in a glinting light.
"Kaeya? What's wrong?"
"Your vision..." he responds softly. You look over to where it's attached to you. It's glowing a faint light, not quite enough to rival the firelight from the torches, but enough to ad a coloured hue. The other patrons in the bar hush down to look at what's making the light.
After a moment, the wave of drunk from taking another sip passes and the light fades back to nothingness.
You stare at your vision, head swimming with too much inebriation to make any sense of what just happened.
The two of you look at Charles. He glances between the both of you, but shrugs. "We've never had anyone with a vision try it yet."
You scan yourself up and down. "Well..." you meet Kaeya's eyes to reassure him. "I don't feel any different. Not bad, just drunk." You give him a sloppy thumbs up, elbow supported up by the table.
Kaeya shakes his head at you, smiling. You can hear his amusement in his voice, "I'll try that next, but I gotta hit the head before I give it a shot." He runs a hand over your hair that lazily slides down your cheek before he gets up and goes to find the bathroom.
As he does so, a large group of patrons exit the bar for the night, so Charles picks up his empty plate tray and swings his towel over his shoulder. "Holler if you need anything," he says, and you swivel your thumbs up towards him.
He leaves the bar to collect the glasses and trays, and as he does so you turn to ponder your drink.
Your thoughts space out, mingling images of Venti's happy, laughing face and what his thoughts would be on this drink, shifting over to Kaeya, his hands on your face, resting against him at the bar, and—
"Excuse me?" You jolt up, focus broken from the still slowly swirling beverage in front of you.
"Can I help you?" You direct your gaze towards them. It's a man, a young man, with windswept brown hair dressed in the knight's uniform. His cheeks are rosy, but clearly he has more of his wits about him than you.
Not that you couldn't hold your own against him, regardless. But he didn't seem to know that.
He sits down in Kaeya's seat to look at you.
"I saw your vision when it started glowing. That was really cool."
You turn and give him a smile. At least he's friendly. "Thanks! I got it from doing things." You give him your best serious wobbly nod and he chuckles at you.
"Well, anyway, I'm Browen."
"Nice to meet you Browen, I'm [___]".
He smirks at you, taking your answer as an invitation to continue. "I have a vision myself you know."
Your eyebrows raise. "Really?" You glance around his form, but don't spot the framed crystal anywhere.
"Yeah," he says, "I keep it at home because I'm not supposed to wear it around the other knights." He leans close to you, putting his hand up to his mouth like he's sharing a secret. "They get jealous." He winks over at the table where his knight companions are more focused on their own drink and camaraderie than on whatever was happening here.
"I could take you home, show it to you," he prompts, and you feel disappointment rush through you. Of course he's a liar who just wants to get into your pants because you have a vision. You need to tell Jean to whip these men into better shape.
"What would you like to show us, Browen?" A hand claps hard onto the knight's shoulder as a familiarly sultry voice soothes your agitated nerves. The man shoots up straight, expression changing to one like a dog caught stealing.
He stands up, stumbling over himself to get back to his original table. "N-nothing, Captain. Sorry to bother you."
You sigh as he leaves, tension flooding out of you. "That's more like it."
"Come on, love." Kaeya swings his arms around your shoulders and tosses coin on the table for Charles when he returns.
"Where are we going? We're not going to finish?" You glance up at him, your shoulders at his rib level.
The hand around your arm squeezes as he ducks down to whisper in your ear, "oh, I think my home private show is going to remain private."
#i literally see anything w jealous kaeya and my brain goes haywire#genshin#genshin impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#x reader#x gn!reader#kaeya alberich#kaeya alberich x reader#kaeya x reader#genshin fluff#fun fact the wine diluc made is the only wine that can get venti plastered#shit. id be an alchemist wouldnt i. this is the second original concoction ive made for genshin#FT: long fic
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