The Subtext Of Dio Is So Funny Like Hes Never Explicitly Hilarious But He Just Lounges Around His Mansion

killshot anon! YEAH i totally agree w/ your view on kaeya. it's so weird to me that people will blame him for his role in a situation he was forced into as a child through no choice of his own. that itself had to be traumatic, not to mention everything that happened later. i hate when people say he's untrustworthy - like yeah, he's lied, so has everyone? it's clear he does it mostly to protect himself. not to mention that (& sadism) can be symptoms of trauma. kaeya deserves nothing but happiness

take a seat folks it’s time for a “brynn should’ve been an english major” lesson! today we’re gonna learn some literary theory; specifically, we’re gonna apply psychoanalytical trauma theory to kaeya’s backstory and current character. killshot anon i bet you never thought this would result in a whole ass essay.

disclaimer one! you are allowed to dislike kaeya! i am not saying you need to like him or his character, you’re entitled to your opinion and i’m not here to change your mind.

disclaimer two! i am in no way an expert and this is all for fun! this is just my silly little analysis of one of my favorite characters as someone who’s studied literary theory and rhetoric and can also apply personal experience. seriously analysis is like a hobby to me and this is just an excuse for me to ramble about kaeya.

disclaimer three! this contains lots of spoilers! basically for everything we know in-game, general knowledge as well as stuff from his voicelines and character story. don’t read this if you don’t want spoilers.

since this is going to be filled with spoilers and is about to get really long, everything will be under a cut. for those who wanna read my dumb super informal essay: enjoy!

final note: yeah this is over 2000 words long can you tell i like analysis

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let’s start by getting a quick rundown of trauma theory out of the way. to begin, what is “trauma?” in this case, trauma is going to refer to an experience that greatly affects and changes one’s life; attitudes, memories, behaviors, mental state, etc. while not all changes may be bad, per se, the overall effect of trauma is generally a negative one, which is why it’s so significant. literary trauma theory, then, explores these changes and the impact of trauma in literature. it analyzes the psychological and social effects of trauma, explaining what those effects are and why they happen. in the context of a specific character, trauma theory breaks down said character’s behaviors, feelings, and general mentality in relation to their past experiences; trauma theory hopes to explain to others the reasons for why a character may act or feel the way they do, all based upon the character’s experiences, particularly traumatic ones. our character today is the lovely kaeya alberich, with the “literature” being genshin impact. i’ll be referencing kaeya’s wiki page to ensure i get all details correct for his character story and voicelines.

it would be good to review kaeya’s backstory before delving into the actual analysis. though we don’t know much about his life before living in mondstadt, we’re told he was sent as an agent of khaenri’ah. and by “sent,” i mean his biological father abandoned him in a completely unfamiliar land to serve khaenri’ah’s interests and fullfil his mission—what this entirely entails hasn’t been revealed. mondstadt, however, welcomed kaeya “with open arms when they found him.” crepus ragnvindr took him in as his adopted son, with diluc as his adopted brother. kaeya and diluc were “almost like twins,” so close they “[knew] each other’s thoughts and intentions without a word.” he’d began a new life in mondstadt, one surrounded by friends and family that loved him; one that was completely shattered by crepus’s death. kaeya arrived at the scene of the disaster, and was led to believe diluc was the one who killed their father to “set his father free” from the effects of his delusion. there’d always been one big question in kaeya’s life: if it came down to it, who would he support? the nation that abandoned him, but he still felt loyal to, or the nation and family that took him in and really loved him? overrun with guilt, kaeya confessed his purpose to diluc, sparking a fight between the two brothers. in this fight, kaeya receives his cryo vision. though both brothers stepped away alive, they’ve never been able to make peace with one another. now, kaeya is the eccentric and charming cavalry captain of the knights of favonius; a man who gets his way by using any means necessary, regardless of whether or not it seems right.

kaeya’s not evil; he’s morally ambiguous, and that stems from what appears to be a general distrust of others. his life is one shrouded in secrecy. from the moment he stepped foot into mondstadt, he was surrounded by secrets. even now, he doesn’t talk about a lot of things, namely his past, vision, and feelings. though he’s always willing to get information out of others, kaeya never reveals anything about himself. he repeatedly tells the player they can confide in him, but whenever you try and pry into his life, he deflects your questions with some sort of witty comment or flirty remark. anything he does reveal is vague, or spoken in some sort of “code.” for example, his “interesting things” voiceline. he tells us about the owl of dragonspine, how it “seems to look right through you, while letting go of none of its own secrets,” and then tacks on a “quite fascinating, don’t you think?” it seems like an awfully accurate parallel to himself; kaeya does all he can to get information from others, but never gives anything about himself. now, this whole thing—his relationship with diluc falling apart and his need for secrecy—could have probably been avoided if he had just come clean about his mission years ago. so why didn’t he? to start, kaeya was a literal child. not only are children unable to properly tell the difference between right and wrong, but they’ll also typically follow their parents’ orders blindly. kaeya had just been abandoned, and he wouldn’t want to risk being cast out by mondstadt as well if he came clean right away. you see, there’s this thing about trauma, something that trauma theory states. traumatized people feel a sort of shame or guilt regarding their traumatic experience; they’ll keep quiet because they don’t want to cause problems or bother others with their issues. of course kaeya wouldn’t tell the truth about his past, he doesn’t want to destroy the genuinely loving relationships he’d built in mondstadt. his fight with diluc only proves what he was afraid of: if he’s honest, he’ll be abandoned again. and if kaeya’s used to all the lies, why should he bother changing?

another thing, if he’s not going to tell the truth, then why would he have initially gone along with his father’s plans? again, he was a child. he really had no choice, and was forced into a very wrong and cruel situation. there’s a good explanation for this, too, which is also stated in trauma theory; traumatized people will still do their best to please their abusers. especially if said abuser is a parent, that will drive traumatized people to work even harder to please them. although his father hurt him by ruthlessly abandoning him, kaeya still sought to make him and his homeland proud. he was willing to be used as a tool for their gain; that is, until he found people who actually cared about him. he was an impressionable child, of course he’s going to obey orders. but as he gets older, he feels torn. does he serve those who abandoned him, or those that took him in? his father—and arguably, khaenri’ah as a whole—hurt him, sure, but he still feels some loyalty and connection to his former home. instead of revealing anything, he lets the situation play out. that way, he can’t be blamed when things fall apart.

the thing about claiming he’s untrustworthy is that hardly anyone in-game believes that. he’s adored by the older folks in mondstadt, and foes and allies alike find him easy to talk to. despite seeming lazy and uninterested in work, kaeya takes his job very seriously. in fact, his story states that crepus’s death was the “first and only time kaeya failed in his duty.” the “only time” is especially important, because it signifies kaeya still fulfills his duties successfully. he’s had a total of one slip-up, and hasn’t failed since. no, kaeya is not untrustworthy. rather, kaeya finds everyone else untrustworthy. it’s not unlikely that this is a direct consequence of being abandoned as a child. although it’s been established that kaeya and diluc were very close as children, when crepus dies, kaeya assumes diluc is the one that killed him. in order to jump to such an extreme conclusion against someone he was so close to, there had to be some underlying sense of distrust. furthermore, kaeya expresses feeling as though he doesn’t belong anywhere. he was abandoned by khaenri’ah, and then worried he wouldn’t be accepted by mondstadt. he is, but there’s still that worry. if you place him in your teapot as a companion, he tells you that your home feels like someplace he belongs, following it up with a “heh, who’d have thought…” kaeya still feels as though he doesn’t belong in mondstadt; despite the fact that he’s a high-ranking knight of favonius and rather popular, he still feels like an outsider. he doesn’t trust that anyone actually wants him around, and he finds joy in testing peoples’ trustworthiness. it’s noted in his story and through his voicelines that the beloved cavalry captain has a rather sadistic nature. he likes putting people into difficult situations, to see what decisions they will make. he does this to both opponents and allies, testing to see who’s going to back out and who’ll keep fighting; in the sake of allies, who can he trust? or who will turn tail and abandon their teammates at the slightest hint of danger? i mentioned it previously, but kaeya doesn’t care what measures he has to take so long as his job gets done and he gets the answers he wants. it’s a sort of self-preserving mindset, putting himself above the safety of others. kaeya’s trying to protect himself, which makes sense with all he’s been through. he doesn’t want to be hurt, and instead finds pleasure in threatening harm upon others. it’s twisted, sure, but it’s because he can only trust himself in a world that he believes is out to get him. he’s got as many enemies—if not more—as he does allies; of course kaeya focuses on protecting himself first, whether physically or through keeping his secrets, well, secret.

his most obvious traumatic effect is definitely his alcoholism. but he uses it as a distraction, not just to wallow in self-pity. this is seen again in his story, particularly in story 3. it’s found that when his favorite drink, death after noon, is out of season, mondstadt’s crime rate is decreased drastically. at face value, this just means kaeya spends more time working when death after noon is low in supply. but kaeya doesn’t skip work to go to taverns; it’s already been established he takes his job very seriously, so this means he actually patrols and tracks down threats while off work when he can’t indulge in his favorite alcoholic drink. he doesn’t get drunk simply because he’s depressed. if he did, there wouldn’t be a drop in incidents when death after noon is out of season. no, kaeya uses both the alcohol and fighting to distract himself. after all, it’s a little hard to think about feeling sad when you’re either drunk out of your mind or fighting for your life.

despite being so secretive, kaeya gives us glimpses of his true emotions from time to time. as previously mentioned, his flirty attitude is nothing more than a mask to hide how he really feels; and kaeya is terribly, terribly lonely. that may be why he seems so extroverted. constantly being around people should, logically, drive away that feeling, but it doesn’t work like that. when he talks with the player, he frequently expresses disappointment when you have to leave. each time, though, he dampens the weight of his words with playful or flirty language. he’s lonely, but doesn’t want you to know that, like he’s afraid of asking you to stay. he takes the seriousness of his feelings, and basically bends it into some sort of lighthearted joke. kaeya hides his true feelings—negative feelings, to be exact—so that he doesn’t bother anyone. which is, again, something that happens with traumatized people. he displays that hesitance to reveal his true feelings, because there’s a shame or guilt that comes with his past. he doesn’t want to bother others or hold them back, so he puts on a smile and amps up the charisma. one other very important thing—but very small detail—i would like to note is his feelings toward family. his fell apart not even once, but twice, and kaeya still holds familial relationships in high regard. we know he doesn’t exactly care how he goes about getting his work done. he doesn’t pay attention to what’s “right” or “wrong,” so long as he gets what he needs. but one of his informants, vile, notes that the cavalry captain has one exception: he won’t work with those who threaten others’ families. in fact, kaeya claims those who do should be hunted down and destroyed. even though his own families have caused him so much pain—and he ended up estranged from both—he still understands the importance of having people who love you in your life. because he didn’t get that.

kaeya’s not evil. ultimately, as a knight of favonius, his goal is to protect others, because no one was there to protect him. and because no one was there to protect him, because he’s been hurt time and time again by people who were supposed to love him, kaeya has taken to protecting himself. he hides any and all negative feelings with a charismatic, friendly façade, because he thinks it’ll drive away his persistent loneliness. any “bad” actions of his were hardly his fault; he was forced into a life of secrecy and lies, and then abandoned by the first people who truly loved him. kaeya’s a multi-faceted, tragic character, one that toes the line between good and evil, and that’s what makes him so interesting.

okay but imagine FIXING Xiao's smudged eyeliner

"let me help you." You chuckle, ushering him to the small stool after getting a kick out of watching him try to apply the red lines under his eyes.

Begrudgingly, he complies and, as you stand between his legs, lift his chin so his face is illuminated by the sunlight, he takes notice of you. Hes done it numerous times but watching you, feeling your hand underneath his neck and knowing you will always touch him with kindness makes his agitation ease.

Your so close, your lips slightly part as you focus and, carefully, you draw the brush underneath his eyes. The cold liquid makes him feel alive, and the heat from your proximity makes him feel safe.

"There, much better." You stand up straight and press your fists into your hips. With a nod, you walk away to return the makeup to it's proper place while he watches you intently.

You find that he asks you to help him again and again, and with each time, you get a bit closer.

So I got back into Genshin and needed to promptly draw the snake husband

cat dad zhonks has been living in my head rent free & i just wanna say the hourlyzhongli twitter acc has validated the idea. miss milky canon confirmed

Please go off about the Zhongli having a cat

OK IM-

Zhongli has never owned any pets in his life. Too busy. Now that he's "mortal" he has more vacation time

He finds a little white cat outside the parlor all dirty and crying. Ofc he can't just leave the poor thing??

He washes her up and talks to it like it's another human. Saying things like "you're quite filthy little one, did you roll in the dirt?"

Afterwards he has some nice fish laid out for the cat, like some high quality fish because such a fine young lady deserves a wonderful meal. The cat sits on the far end of the table with a little tiny fancy bowl to eat out of out. He thinks of her as a special guest, not really expecting to keep her.

It starts pouring and Zhongli feels bad sending her out now so he keeps her overnight. The cat finds it's way into his bed and curls up on his chest. Shes all soft and warm and the purring is so soothing.

The next day he sets up breakfast for her and continues to talk to her, asking her how breakfast is and listing the ingredients and their importance to flavoring the dish. It genuinely feels like he's happy to talk to the little cat.

Long story short, he can't bare to part with her so he ends up keeping her. He spends every waking moment trying to come up with a name. I'd say realistically he'd come up with a special name with a beautiful meaning, but my self indulgence wants to say he named her Miss Milky bc she had a little milk beard once and it made him laugh (I really dont want to go looking for names ok).

Yes, you have to put the "miss" in front of the name bc you have to be respectful to the young lady; it's part of her name.

Miss Milky goes EVERYWHERE with him except outside the city; it's too dangerous for her there. She either follows him or is carried around. He goes to an important meeting and miss milky is in his lap, purring and smiling a cat grin.

Pays way too much mora on her. A single toy costs enough to have several different dishes at the most expensive restaurant. Miss Milky is absolutely spoiled with the best. Plus zhongli has never owned a cat so he wasn't exactly sure what she'd like so he got everything that was recommended to him.

She sleeps with him too. All the time. Usually cradled in his arms, laying on top of his chest, or nestled in the crook of his neck. She does have a nice cat bed but hardly uses it. Zhongli has gotten used to sleeping on his back now.

Literally spends time with her?? Someone invites him to dinner and he denies saying he already has plans and it's just him taking a stroll with miss milky like he promised when he left.

Does she get cute little accessories? Damn right. She has a cute little collar with a bell and a bow he puts in her fur on special occasions. When winter comes she also has a little hand knitted sweater that probably costs more than you could afford..

Do not mess with his cat. You'll die. A dog barking at her? Zhongli does not abuse animals but he can strike fear into it with once glance. You just some bum insulting a man for loving his cat? Calling her a pest? Don't even come back to his parlor or associate yourself with him ever again.

Zhongli is the meme of the samurai holding a sword protecting his cat. That's the dynamic.

so unreliably narrated bestie

happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction

Come now, don't be shy, share the horny thoughts you have of Gorou.

ajsfakj the way Sam summoned the Gorou fuckers into my inbox 💀 babey this isnt even the first Gorou-mentioning thirst I've gotten within the span of an hour HAHAHA

Fr tho I WILL I WILL I WILL I promise–– A little room in my brain containing Gorou thirsts have just been unlocked and they're aching to be let out soon 😭

I gotta get back to farming sea flowers but fOR NOW;; I leave you with this thirst: 

I only meant to write one paragraph wait––

⠀You know when I see Gorou i just ffucking know this mans stamina will be your undoing. DO you see him??? DO you see the hand on his hip in that one leaked image?? motherfucker if that doesn’t look like a man who can fuck you till you’re crying and overstimulated and keep goin then shit I’m straight. 

⠀ALSO?? I hope I’m not projecting but,,,, canine boy?? Breeding kink duh. Doesn’t even have to be the whole ‘get you pregnant’ vibe if you’re not into that/you’re anatomy doesn’t vibe w it and you don’t want it. He just likes fucking you until his cum is so deep in your hole and you’re stuffed so full that there’s a little bump in your belly from his cum. 

⠀Babe and his ears and his tail–– look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. Look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t like it when you touch them during sex. if you reach back while this puppy boy is railing you on all fours and you scratch this specific patch of skin on his ear, he’s immediately gasping your name, biting into your shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, and drills into you harder than he did before. And If you pull and stoke on his tail while you suck him off, Gorou is gonna be putty in your hands, tangling his fingers into your hair and whimpering for you to take more of him into your mouth please please.

⠀Okay this one isn’t,, super horny, but I can see Gorou licking up your tears when he rails you, peppering your face with smooches and licks while he makes you see stars. AlsO I can really see Gorou having a thing for tasting your cum?? I dunno it sounds weird when i type it out but listen listen imagine that you two just finished, right, and you literally cannot feel your lower half and your thighs are trembling atp, and the most noise you can make is a hoarse whimper as he pulls out. But when Gorou sees the cum that’s pooled on your belly from how hard you came, he’s so transfixed by the sight of it that he swipes a bit of it up on his fingers, stares at it for a bit, then just sticks his fingers in his mouth. And he even runs his tongue through it and shit all hot and sexy like as if its a goddamn popsicle or something. And from the way that he pauses, how his eyes widen, his tail wags and he licks his lips with a reignited hunger? THe next time he goes down on you he’s definitely swallowing your cum uh huh.

⠀LAST ONE bc i fr need to farm kjbfajks BUT ever since I had that talk w sam, I have genuinely been thinking of Gorou wearing a collar/choker that you got him during sex. Like, imagine pulling the fabric of the collar to the side just a bit to leave nips and love bites on Gorou’s neck while he rails you. Imagine that while Gorou fucks you into the mattress, he’s towering over you, watching as the moan and gasp and cry for him, and in his mind you look ethereal. Mans is literally salivating on the spot tbh. And when you open your eyes and see the way he watches you so adoringly, so lovingly as if you put the stars in the sky, you hook two fingers under his collar and pull him down for a kiss, making him moan into your mouth as heat and love sparks in your chest.

⠀NOONE ASKED but I’m also so sure that Gorou is literally the best at aftercare. No, I will not elaborate. 

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Bakugo: exists

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If possible could I request Childe and Diluc with their s/o (possibly fem?) cockwarming them? Like something more soft and tame than anything super spicy.

trying something new 

^ i literally couldn’t stop thinking aboout this sooo - it’s a bit early 

Warning -> NotSFW (18+) (cockwarming**) 

Character X FM Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo

Childe

He’s all about this - it’s his favorite way to feel you, to be inside of you, to be as close to you as he possibly can 

Out of the two of you, he’s the one to have brought it up - you entered his space and were so inviting that he wanted to be near you. So, he had you sit on his lap, your legs pressed together, his arms wrapped around your stomach and the urge swelled in his brain (and in his pants) to have you wrap around him 

He trailed his hands down your legs, his nails running over your pants as he moved. You pushed yourself further against him, turning your head towards his face and hiding the tip of your nose into his feathery hair. 

“That feels nice.” You hum, lips touching his head and nose picking up the scent of his shampoo. He turned toward you, tasting your lips with his own. A small smirk appeared when he felt how breathless you had become. 

“I have something else that will feel nice, do you wanna try?” 

You squinted at him, a sly smile spreading across your face as you debated on your answer. “... Sure.” You finally said and, as soon as his hands drifted to the button of your pants, your heart accelerated and stomach clenched. 

He feels incredible, but he always does - the way he stretches you, presses against you, the stillness of his cock as it fills you up does unbelievable things to your legs 

You shift, clench your toes, take in deep breaths to steady yourself, and move your hips to feel more of him, adjust to him -- but each time you move he wraps his arms tighter around your stomach and the pressure is almost too much 

“How does this feel?” He asks, his hot breath blowing across your shoulders. 

“Ah … I umm.” You try to use your words but your mind is a mess as every inch of you is trying its best to stay in control, to stay right where you are. 

“Good … sometimes it’s nice to just feel you, so let me take my time.” His fingers card through your hair, slide down the side of your head and move the strands that cover your neck. When he kisses the hot flesh of your skin, the jolt of contact makes your hips move on their own and force an involuntary moan from his throat. “This might be more challenging than I thought.” He chuckles, but continues to place soft kisses against you. 

This activity of his becomes a rather common occasion - he will ask you oh so kindly to sit on him, to face away or toward him, he doesn’t really mind -- it really depends on his mood

If he’s feeling playful, he will have you face him so he can watch your facial expressions and the way you attempt to keep yourself up with no support other than the cock which is deep inside you - it’s a challenge for both of you - to see how long you can hold out, but when he catches sight of your lips as your jaw falls slightly, your eyes flutter shut and nails grip into his shoulder blades … he thinks he just might lose today 

If he’s feeling frustrated, if he’s bothered by something or just had a bad day - all he wants is to wrap his arms around you, rest his head on your shoulder and push himself inside of you - it’s comfortable because you are comfortable 

“Did you have a bad day?” You ask, cupping his face and tilting his head so you can look into his eyes. He’s not looking at you, a sure sign that today did not go as he had intended. “You don’t have to tell me, what can I do to help ease your mind?” 

He sits you on his lap, already working to removing the clothes which cover you from him, hide his access to you. This activity makes your body switch on so quickly that you’re ready the moment the understanding clicks in your head and, as you carefully position yourself over him to descend around his dick, humming as you do so, his hands have already found their home against you. 

The two of you sit there for a while, Childe’s grip relaxes the longer you are connected, you feel him ease underneath you, pull you closer to his chest as he settles into the cushions that line the couch. You let your mind wander to places that distract you because no matter how many times you’ve done this it still makes your body hot and desperate - move, please - you think and so, you think about something else. 

His voice draws your attention back, “Hmm? What did you say?” 

“How are you able to take all my troubles away?” He mumbles against your back. 

“I’m just that good, honestly.” 

He laughs, a deep chest-like laugh that fills your heart with pride. “I’ll have to pay you back.” 

“Exciting, how will you do that?” His hips move upward and the sudden thrust makes your arms flail as they try to hold onto something, anything. “Ah … okay.” You reply, your voice shaky with need. 

Diluc

(Don’t .. mmm - this boy I swear to the archons will be the death of me)

Never, ever in his mind would he expect you to bring this idea to him - it was the last thing, the bottom of the barrel type of idea, that shocked him so incredibly that he literally spit out his drink 

His face is red and as rich as the wine he doesn’t drink, you pat his back and try not to laugh at how cute he is - but honestly, you nearly gave him a heart attack he’s so embarrassed

“Where did you hear of this?” He blurted out the question through his coughs, wiping his face and trying to clean up the liquid that spewed from his mouth. 

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I read it in a book …” 

“What book talks about things like that?” 

“Diluc, you know there are books with many topics, the maids read them all the ti…” 

“I don’t want to know that.” He expresses, fumbling over the mess in front of him. You chuckle, grabbing the extra towel from the cart and making your way to help him. Gently, you tap his hands signaling him to let you take over and when you do, he leans back into his chair with a deep sigh. 

“... I will … think on it.” He finally replies, mouth covered by his gloved hands and eyes boring into the floor so hard you think he might burn holes through it. With a smile, you accept his words and continue to help him get his work back in order. 

His politeness and your patience give him plenty of time to think about it. Sometimes, it slips into his thoughts while he is working -- his eyes drift to your legs -- when he is inspecting the shipments -- his attention moves to your body, the way your clothes hug against your skin -- when he is focused -- his mind crafts your presence around him -- he shakes his head to make the images go away 

It’ll linger until he decides to act on it 

It’s been warm outside these last few days and though you don’t normally wear dresses - you’re far too active and the long fabric gets in your way often - so you've decided today is a good day to stay cool. Plus, you’ll be inside most of the day anyway. Sitting on the daybed in the back of the study, your eyes drift up to Diluc’s back. His shoulder stretches out the fabric of his dress shirt and his hair shines brightly in the sun. You smile and return your eyes to your work. 

After a while, he stretches and, even though you try to stay focused, you can’t help but take notice. He stands and walks toward the door of the study before making his way back to where you are sitting. Something in your stomach flips when he reaches out his hand to you. 

“Let’s take a break.” His sturdy frame makes your chest tighten and, quickly, you place your work at your side and accept his hand. 

“It’s unlike you to take a break.” You pester, following him to his chair. 

“We’ve been working all morning, would you rather continue?” He asks, stopping just before his desk and turning to look at you. 

“Oh, no! I’m happy to take a break. What did you have in mind?” Your question makes the white of his skin shift to a hue of pink and, as he sits in his chair only to usher you onto his lap, your heart starts to pound in your chest.

He faces you away from him, and as you begin to worry if your weight will be uncomfortable on his legs, your mind goes blank as soon as he runs his gloved hands over your bare-skinned legs 

He moves slowly so he can take in your reactions  - the small whines and noises that escape your throat, the way your hands grip onto the edges of the chair, or how your back bends the closer his hands get to your aching core

Hooking his finger around the fabric of your dress and pulling it up until it pools around your waist, bunching up in the back as it gets caught between your body and his - he pulls down your underwear and practically catches on fire when you whine his name 

“Diluc…” You breathe hot air against your shoulder as the feeling of your underwear slides down your legs leaving you bare. The strap of your dress has fallen off of your shoulder and his lips have already made their way to the exposed skin. Oh so lightly, they press against you and, if your head wasn’t already so fuzzy, you were sure all logical thought had escaped you at this point. You take slow breaths to try and calm down but as soon as you feel his fingers against your entrance all effort to remain put together shatters. 

“I don’t even need to get you ready.” He says, his voice husky. Smoothly, he adjusts you and when you hear the sound of his belt buckle ring in your ears, your heart skips a beat. His hot cock touches your back, he guides you onto him, his tip pressing at your entrance until you settle around him. 

You breathe out a moan and start to move only to feel his hands wrap around your waist and hold you still. His chest pressing against your back, hands pulling you so you’re closer to him, and in the silence, the two of you sit here.

“Don’t move, just feel me.” He whispers against your ear and you’re glad he can’t see the expression on your face, the violent way you bite your lip and close your eyes. 

He’s big and stretches you so nicely that even though you want to move, you do as he has requested. Soon, he starts back into his work, moving closer to the desk and looking over your shoulder so he can finish what he set aside. 

“I thought you were taking a break …” You huff out the words, thankful for the closeness of the desk so you can grip tightly onto it. 

“With you like this, I can recharge whenever I’d like to.” He kisses your shoulder and moves slightly which sends a shockwave through you. 

He can’t handle this for very long though, and, honestly, you can’t either - he feels so good inside of you and while this is already enough to send you into a frenzy, his leg is continuously bouncing and it’s ... just so much 

So, when you beg him oh so sweetly -- Diluc ... please -- he can’t just feel you anymore 

Kaeya

Are you kidding, please my darling let’s do this whenever you want - name the time, the place, and he will gladly participate in this activity with you 

He for sure would be the reason you started doing this anyway - when you expressed to him that you liked the way he felt inside of you and the pitiful expression on your face when he leaves you empty and cold, well he just wants to offer you his services 

It feels so good to have him press against your walls, for him to fill you up all the way until it reaches your very soul - the pressure of him, the way he touches you to add to the experience, to remind you how much he worships this body of yours ... 

you’ve become almost needy - especially after long spans of time apart

Kaeya returned from an expedition that took way longer than it was intended. After completing obligatory tasks at headquarters, he immediately made his way to your home. The refreshing, rejuvenating atmosphere you’ve created in the place you call your own is something that runs through his mind often. To have a taste of your comfort, well it’s more delicious than the finest of wines. 

After a hot shower, he collapses onto your couch and with a heavy sigh rests his head against the backrest before closing his eyes. 

“How did it go?” You ask, making your way toward him and placing a cup of tea onto the coffee table. 

“I am getting far too old for all of this.” He sighs. 

“Kaeya …” You laugh, “You’re like 22, that’s not old.” 

“In spirit, I'm practically an old man.” Expression unchanged, he reaches toward you and you answer by straddling him. His hands grip your hips, slide to your back and begin to untuck your shirt. 

“I missed you, too Kaeya.”  

He is extremely physically affectionate - any touch to him is good, no matter how painful it might be - he just has to feel you at every moment, every second. If he could hold you in his pocket for the rest of his life, he would 

So, this activity is one of his favorites - he gets to be close to you, to feel how perfectly you capture him, hold him - no matter his energy level, the thoughts that cloud his mind, with you on him like this, everything is so clear 

Plus, he gets to see how needy you become … the sound of your voice as you breathe against his neck, the movements of your clenching core, the thrusting of your hips as you try to feel more of him -- it makes his ego swell at the sight of your desperation

Your once clean chest is now covered in marks. The fabric of your shirt pools around your shoulders, your arms now hidden from view as they bend lifelessly at your sides, fingers digging into his clothes each time his lips connect with your neck. You’re breathing so hard that small sounds escape with the air and you know he sees them as rewards for his hard work. 

Your heaving breasts are like trophies to him, and he’s made sure to leave his signature on each one. It’s unbelievable, the sight of him sucking on your nipples, kissing them, wrapping his long tongue over the buds which he has made so hard by his touch. 

Even though this activity is something you’ve done with him multiple times, the intensity of it after being unable to feel him for days is driving you crazy. 

“Kaeya … I need more.” You beg and if his hands weren’t holding you down so strongly you’d have moved your hips to show him just how badly you needed it. 

“Oh, my dear, but you’re doing so well holding me. You can keep going, can’t you?” His sly voice makes you clench and with frustrated eyes you see him smile. He adjusts, lifting your whole body as he moves into a better position on the couch and the sensation makes your head drop. 

His fingers reach to your chin, lifting your head and pulling you close so you are forced to look at him. “I haven’t seen your face in so many days, let me look at you.” Your body is so hot you're sure he can tell at this distance. He kisses you softly, so softly you barely feel his lips touch your skin, but somehow they still manage to part and your eyes flutter at the contact. 

“Now,” He continues, leaning back, hands sliding down to hold you in your position, “Tell me everything that happened while I was away, spare any details and I won’t be able to reward you.” His cock twitches inside of you and makes you gasp. “Let’s see just how badly you missed me, hmm?” 

Even though he often makes the whole thing playful, he loves everything about this - so, if you’ll continue to indulge him for a while, he will make it worth your time, and, honestly, he can’t hold out forever 

It’s like building up to a special occasion -- the anticipation is so addictive; the build-up sets off every nerve in your body and when the time finally comes, you’re so sensitive that every touch, every thrust, every stroke is electrifying 

Albedo

He’s already so adventurous, he will give almost anything a shot at least once, especially if he has a bit of information on it -- so when you suggest this activity to him he’s open to the idea, especially because he knows how nice it feels to leave his cock inside of you after sex - so, to just have you take him in … well it must feel incredible 

The first time was a bit of an adjustment, finding the right position, the right place - overall he found the experience to be very relaxing - safe almost - and so, as the two of you got more comfortable at the idea, you found that being in this intimate position increased your concentration -- but only if you followed the one rule: stay still 

It was early in the morning and, of course, you found him sitting at the kitchen table, his work sprawled out across the surface. You had gotten so used to waking up without him only to find him sitting somewhere in your house that, at this point, you no longer brought it to his attention. Instead, you made your way to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hands dangling over his chest. 

“Morning, working hard?” 

“Yes, I couldn’t find a good place to stop so I just kept going.” He expressed, shuffling the papers around, his finger running over with the words quickly. 

“Are you getting close?” You asked, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his ear. 

“Not … quite.” 

“Mmm, well let me make you some coffee.” You pat his chest and slide your arms off of his shoulders only to feel his wrist grab onto yours. 

“Actually, I’d much rather choose physical contact, if you can spare the time.” He squeezed your wrist and the slight timidness of his voice made you smile. 

“We can do that, switch chairs and I’ll go grab some work I need to get done.” 

The two of you did this so often that you had made sure that both parties could work comfortably during the time you were connected - he could continue using the table and you could use the slightly taller decorative one which hugged the side of your wall 

He never thought physical contact like this would give him so much energy, but the feeling of you sliding over him, wrapping around him, keeping him warm was so intense that it made every cell in his body electrified - to him, having you around his cock was more rejuvenating than sleep itself 

Carefully, you straddled him. Your legs dangling over the edge of the chair as you slid onto him. This was always the most challenging part, every inch of you wanted to lift up only to sink back over him again, and sometimes, no matter how badly you tried, you’d find yourself doing just that. Even Albedo who was always so calm would have days where he couldn’t just have you sitting on him. 

“Ah -” Your voice slipped out as you took him completely, the pressure of his cock pushing and stretching you. His hands left the documents on the table and came to your back, pulling you close. 

“Take your time.” He instructed, hands moving to pull at the bottom of your shirt so it wouldn’t get caught. With your eyes closed, you felt his lips press against your cheek but you didn’t dare open them for fear of slipping into your intense want to ride him. Resting your head on his shoulder you took a few deep breaths to steady yourself, to return to a functional state of mind instead of a needy one. You were jealous of how collected he was and tried to steal some of that composure. 

Clenching around him caused his cock to twitch which sent your mind reeling again. His hands slid to push down against your legs, your hips which had started to move on their own. 

“Y/N … hold … hold still.” His soft voice shocked your heart and after whispering out a pitiful apology mixed with embarrassed laughter you finally settled into the sensation. After a few more deep breaths and shakes of your head, you were finally ready. 

“Okay, I’m good.” 

--

You weren’t sure how much time went by, you were both so focused on the work in front of you and, even though you could feel the pressure of his cock pushing against your walls, sometimes even hitting those sensitive spots, you did your best to ignore them. 

Your arms stretched over his shoulders and you were getting irritated by your hair as it fell again and again over your face. You wanted to throw it up into a bun, but you’d have to sit up to do that, and right now all you could think about was … well not thinking about Albedo’s dick inside of you. 

Suddenly, your body moved, Albedo shifted underneath you as if he forgot the one rule - don’t move. You gasped, your hips jolting forward resulting in you sliding slightly over his cock and, desperately, his hands moved to hold you tightly against him. 

“Hah .. hold on.” His voice was so delicious it was unfair. 

“I’m sorry … you moved … I can’t.” With hot, quick breaths you pushed your feet against the ground, your toes barely touching but desperate. 

“Just … a bit longer.” 

“I don’t think I can now ... “ You mumbled into the crook of his neck, his scent so much stronger than it was a moment ago. His dick twitched and grew harder inside of you and all thoughts of just feeling him like this were out the window. You wanted him so much it hurt. So, even though he tried to hold you close you moved, as little as it was, it was enough. 

The two of you managed to get some work done in the early morning, but for a while, you had other things on your mind.