#kaeya x jean

[bonzybonztea]

founds some olds I never posted~ more of that mech au. -pats lorge alien ragbros- Diluc and Thoma trying to move stuff around to their proper places at the base while Kaeya slacking and distracting Jean lol

#genshin impact au #genshin impact #art #sfw g/t #giant #sfw giant/tiny #tiny #diluc #genshin au #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #jean gunnhildr #thoma #thomaluc #thoma x diluc #kaejean #kaeya x jean #bonart #my art #sketchies #genshin g/t #mech au

[mlmfocalette]

kaejean

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flags used;

kaeya- bg; bisexual , face flag; transfemme

jean- bg; sapphic, face flags; transfemme, demisexual

#genshin impact #neuvi's edits #neuvi's posts #genshin rarepair #kaejean #jeankae #kaeya x jean #jean x kaeya #transfem kaeya #transfem jean #genshin ship

[mesqiri-draco]

Kaejean

They care so much about each other.

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#kaejean #kaeya x jean #jean x kaeya #jeankae #jean genshin impact #jean gunnhildr #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin impact #my art #art #fanart

[karlsteinn]

[ genshin impact | kaejean ] away from prying eyes

#art #digital art #drawing #draws #illustration #fanart #genshin impact #genshin fanart #kaejean #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin jean #jean gunnhildr #kaeya x jean #little pygmalion reference #idk i love sculptures hehe

[pizzapasta23045]

What about Kaeya x Jean and Kaeya x Kokomi for the Alberich Approval Scale?

Kaeya x Jean: Nice young lady. Foreign political leader. You could bring her to a gala a gala and not lose face. Queer enough to be part of the family. To see rating go to original post I will update it.

Kaeya x Kokomi : Also a foreign political leader and great general. Has fought against her archon at least once. Resourceful and intelligent. Good partner. Same thing with the rating.

#textpost #kaeya alberich #kaeya #inquiries to a pizza #jean #kokomi #kaeya x jean #kaeya x kokomi

[viatrixia]

Darling Jean

pairing: jean x kaeya ft. minor jean x diluc words: 2, 767 genre: angst, break up, new moon, alcohol, childhood friends warning: implied smut note: cross posted on ao3

It’s only natural that Jean Gunnhildr and Kaeya Alberich gradually grew closer over the years as they work together to maintain peace in Monstadt while also being each other’s close confidants as they drink their nights away and reminisce over their childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance.

Yet there are times when said childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance shows up unannounced in front of Jean’s home at 3 in the morning.

And she’s never truly mastered the art of turning Diluc Ragnvindr away, even if she knows she would be forcing Kaeya Alberich to take one step back from this—whatever this is.

“Those aren’t what I think they are, are they?” A familiar smooth, velvet voice drums in the Acting Grandmaster’s ears as a kiss lands on her exposed shoulder.

The words on the report splayed across her lap is starting to look a lot like a jumbled mess of black ink and parallel lines.

“I couldn’t sleep so I thought I should review Eula’s report on the new Fatui camp they’d found set up in Brightcrown Mountains.” Jean says, not looking up from the 3rd page of the report detailing the 3 Fatui Agents and their activities for the past couple of days.

Somehow, the answer isn’t a satisfactory one to a certain Calvary Captain and he makes it known by wrapping a strong arm around her waist and rests his chin on the spot where he kissed her shoulder.

His hair tickles the side of the blonde woman’s face and she tilts her head away, unable to put more than a few centimeters between them for the hand on her hip threatens to pull her closer to him, into his taut, naked chest in a—what Jean dupes as—Kaeya Alberich bear hug.

That would distract her from finishing reading the report. And Archons know this man’s mere presence—his mere musky scent, is distracting enough as it is.

So Jean stays put. She doesn’t react nor show any sort of indication that this innocent side-hug, and chin-on-shoulder attempt to read the report in her hands, is making her heart palpitate in her chest.

“You promised you’d stop working.” Kaeya echoes the vow Jean made a few hours prior.

“I’m not working, I’m reading.” 

“...reading something related to your work.” 

“Just a little more, I’m almost done.” She tries to convince him but anyone who knows Jean Gunnhildr, the Acting Grandmaster of the Knights of Favonius, knows that ‘a little more’ in Jean’s books means she can go on for six hours more, perched at her Sandbearer desk and focus on her work without a single break in between.

Well, even if she’s not at her office and sitting on the gifted cushioned chair by the Grandmaster Varka upon Jean’s appointment as the Acting Grandmaster, Kaeya doesn’t doubt that she’ll have no trouble focusing in this dimly lit room with only a lantern on her nightstand, naked and covered only from her waist down with a creme comforter.

So he sinks his teeth in the aforementioned renounced workaholic’s pale shoulder.

“Ah, hey! What are you, a vampire?” Jean jolts away in surprise rather than pain, the paper she was holding just a second ago now fluttering in the air and settling amongst the rest of the report in Jean’s lap whilst her hand covers the tingling spot where Kaeya left his mark.

“I could be, if you want me to. I can be anything you want me to, darling Jean.” Kaeya chuckles, no ounce of remorse in his voice as he meets Jean’s widened, disbelieved eyes.

And that’s when she truly looks at him tonight after she escaped his arms, lit up the lantern on her nightstand and pulled out the report from the top drawer of said nightstand.

It’s a mistake to look Kaeya Alberich in the eye. 

It’s almost like she’s sinking in a dormant lake in winter, the tips of her fingers numbing as though kissed by invisible frost and her heartbeat begins to quicken in a feeble attempt to keep the blood flowing through her veins, before the ice freezes her over.

It doesn’t help that the silver moon rays pours through the open curtains and gives his bronze skin a mystical type of sheen—the kind that makes her want to run her tongue all over his body and taste every part of him.

And perhaps he can read her thoughts like an open book; or perhaps he’s simply the kind of man to take advantage of her stunned state—either way, the papers on her lap begin dancing in the air before they flutter down and settle on the wooden floor whilst the person the report was meant for finds herself trapped underneath a fine, muscular body.

Kaeya has one hand pinned on the side of Jean’s head while his other hand is on her chin, forcing her to look at him, him, him.

“I’m saddened, Jean. You tricked me into thinking I have you all to myself tonight with the way you were screaming my name just hours ago and now I have to compete for your attention with Eula?” A grief-stricken expression graces Kaeya’s face.

There’s no hiding the dust of pink on Jean’s cheeks now. Yet there might be hope for her heart—she hopes, no, she prays that Kaeya doesn’t hear her thumping heart as though it’s about to leap out of her chest.

“Archons, please don’t say ‘scream’ and Eula’s name in the same sentence when the real issue is your inability to quell your jealousy over some layers of papers,” Jean plays it off with a sigh, arms banding around Kaeya’s rigid shoulders and pulling him into a soft, gentle kiss.

She feels the way Kaeya’s lips curl into a content smile before he kisses her back more fervently like a sinner who thirsts for salvation.

Salvation, only this force of a woman can give.

But then a knock reverberates on the door, a hushed, hesitant, “Um, miss Jean? There’s someone at the door for you.” following suit.

The blonde breaks the kiss with a surprised gasp, throwing her gaze over at the door as though fearing it’s turned translucent and the person on the other side could see the position they were in; Kaeya on top of her, naked with only a measly layer of comforter draped over his waist, threatening to cascade and reveal his pride and joy to the world and with Jean underneath him, equally as exposed and unclothed as the day she was born.

The way Kaeya’s lips curve into a smile goes unnoticed by Jean.

She can take on a group of churls on her own but shudder at the thought of someone catching them sharing an innocent kiss.

As innocent as kissing while tangled up in bed goes.

“Go.” Kaeya whispers, placing a reassuring kiss on Jean’s forehead before he climbs off her and settles back on his side of the bed.

The kiss seems to be the catalyst that snaps the Acting Grandmaster from her initial shock; in no time, she jumps out of the bed and pulls on the silken bathrobe lying lonely on the ground, aptly tying the sash around her waist but in her haste, Kaeya notices the ample view of cleavage that Jean wouldn’t have let show if she had the time to check herself in the mirror.

“Elena.” Jean opens up the wooden oak door to a brunette maid in her long nightgown, the lantern in her hand illuminating her indecipherable frown.

Her eyes instinctively travel past Jean’s shoulders where she feels a chilling gaze on her yet contrary to his calculative eye, the tanned man in Jean’s bed simply smiles and waves at the maid and she quickly turns her gaze back to Jean.

“Someone’s here for you, miss. I told him you’re not accepting any visitors until tomorrow morning but he insists he sees you… it’s… Master Diluc from the Dawn Winery.”

As soon as the name leaves Elena’s lips, a frost seems to spread in the air. The maid visibly shivers as chills run down her spine.

“Lead Master Diluc to the drawing room, Elana and prepare a light snack with warm tea.” Jean instructs and the dark haired woman bows before retreating down the darkened hallway with rushed strides.

Jean pushes the door close and stands there, as though frozen by the diminishing frost, her back on the man staring into space. Then, he sighs, tanned fingers combing through his midnight hair.

There’s shuffling in the background as he pulls his black pants and white undershirt that hangs loosely off his shoulders, not even bothering to secure the first three buttons and leaving ample room for prying eyes to lick up the sight of his exposed tanned chest.

“I’ll be on the balcony.” He says without so much as a brush of their hands or a forehead kiss that Jean knows Kaeya is infamous for.

But before he can slip past the door and disappear into the hallway leading to the balcony with a chair and table where they spent their afternoon tea together, Jean’s hand curls around Kaeya’s ring and pinky fingers—they’re twice the size of her own fingers and Jean admittedly loves how her hands fit into his, but not right now.

Right now, she’s clinging onto his fingers as though he’s about to slip away from her grasp.

“Let’s go together.” Jean implores.

Kaeya pauses, staring at her sky blue eyes that are clouded with an indecipherable meaning. 

Then, he smiles, hand pulling on the lapels of the silk robe to cover the curves of her breasts purely for his own satisfaction and he thinks the bashful way she turns her gaze from him when she realizes that her cleavage is showing a bit too much, is endearing.

“I don’t think Diluc would be as receptive to my welcoming him in a house that isn’t even mine.” He murmurs, kissing the top of her head

“It can be.”

Your house too, she means.

And convince him, she may try but no amount of pleading and begging can move the heart of this man that’s been frozen over the years after that night. She’s only barely managed to thaw it with their first, tipsy kiss and body warmth but only because she’s always held a special place in his heart and she’s the only person Kaeya’s ever opened up to.

Yet when it comes to his adoptive brother, Jean knows she can never tear down the fortress of ice built around the innermost part of this man’s heart.

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be here when you’re done talking.” Kaeya plants a kiss on the top of her head but this one feels obligatory as though it’s the only way to get her to run to the blazing, fiery red-haired man waiting in the drawing room at this ungodly hour and not waste another minute more with him.

Because deep down, perhaps he knows it shouldn’t be him that embraces this steadfast, force of a woman; it shouldn’t be him tasting her lips; it shouldn’t be him sharing her warmth in her bed.

It should be Diluc Ragnvindr, the man Jean Gunnhildr has held close to her heart for almost a decade and would have continued to do so if Kaeya Alberich hadn’t ruined everything and stole the woman his brother cherished just as much.

Jean obliges, her grasp slipping away from him and she nods.

“Then… I’ll go to Diluc.” With that, she walks past the doorway, leaving Kaeya to stare into her retreating back until she disappears at the steps.

“Fuck.” Kaeya curses.

It feels like his heart is physically breaking.

Who in their right mind would send the woman they love back into the arms of the man who loves her just as much?

A resigned chuckle leaves Kaeya’s lips and he lightly bumps his forehead against the sturdy wooden doorway.

“You’ve gone mad, Kaeya Alberich.” He whispers to himself.

***

Jean reaches the deep brown door of the drawing room that would have appeared light colored in daylight. There’s a yellowish-orange light pouring through the gap between the door and the floor and spills over her indoor slippers once she stops in front of the door.

The only thing she hears on the other side of the room is the crackle of the fireplace. If she didn’t know that her childhood-friend-turned-estranged-acquaintance is in the drawing room, she would have waltzed right in and sat by the fireplace and continued reading that report Kaeya’s been bugging her not to.

But Jean knows who lies behind this door and she’s taken enough time to collect herself. So she pushes the door open, revealing a slumped mess of unruly fiery crimson hair on the two-person couch and a strong smell of alcohol—beer, to be exact and Diluc never drinks beer—even from several feet away.

The bread and jam Jean ordered Elena to prepare sits untouched on the coffee table next to the teacup. With a wave of her hand, she tells Elena who’s been standing like a mannequin in one corner of the room, to leave.

“Master Diluc.” Jean greets flatly.

The aforementioned man’s head snaps up as though he’s hearing the calling of an angel, a savior, as if he didn’t just walk all the way here barefoot to seek out this angel.

She spots the traces of dried tears on his cheeks, swollen eyes and the faintest sniffle when he shoots up from his seat, patting his sweaty hands on his deep crimson jacket. And for a man who’s never cried in front of anyone, Jean suspects that something must’ve happened to leave him this rattled.

But she doesn’t mention it—she knows he’d appreciate it if she didn’t.

“Jean.” The name that rolls off Diluc’s tongue feels foreign, surreal even.

His hurried steps carry him to her before his mind even registers it but before his hands manage to gather her in his arms, he stops, balling his hands into fists and forcing them to stay put on his sides.

Scarlet eyes bore into Jean’s sky blue ones with indecipherable emotions. 

“I heard you were looking for me, Master Diluc.” She steels her aching heart and pretends she doesn’t see the whirlwind of emotions beneath a scarlet pool of fires.

At the clear line she’s setting, Diluc throws his gaze to his worn out boots, picking apart every sign of tear and wear as though he’s just seeing them for the first time.

“Yeah… I was wondering if you’d need a sponsor for the Windblume Festival. We’ve extra barrels of wine stocked up for non-commercial purposes.” He looks up again, this time, managing to conceal most of his emotions with his stoic face.

And it comes off as a surprise to Jean, how different the Diluc now and the Diluc she first saw when she entered the room are. They’re like two separate people with completely contradictory air to them.

Yet she easily pushes away her shock with a business-like attitude the way she’s used to with Diluc when they met for anything Monstadt related matters in her office.

“You’ve already done so much for Mondstadt… I couldn’t possibly ask you to sponsor the drinks again for this year’s Windblume Festival.” Jean confesses her hesitance, her eyebrows knitting together in an endearing, overly-worried, over-thinking way that only Jean Gunnhildr manages to pull off.

The sight tucks on Diluc’s heartstrings. He wishes he could push back the stray strand of hair from her face but he simply watches it hover over her forehead.

“Jean, I want to do this. To honor Barbatos and his sacrifices.”

And when Diluc Ragnvindr sets his mind to something, there’s no dissuading him.

Jean finally lets out a defeated sigh and smiles an ‘Monstadt benefits from this more than you, but thank you, Diluc’ kind of smile.

“Sucrose and Albedo are in charge of reaching out to potential sponsors for the festival, I’ll let them know to contact you through Scullion.” Jean reaches out her hand and Diluc has half a mind to grab and pull her into him in a desperate hug.

But instead, he shakes her hand.

“No need to bother the butler, tell them to come straight to me.”

“But—”

Before she can protest, Diluc shakes his head and stops her from saying anything like him having done so much, that someone as important as him shouldn’t be made to look after the little details.

“It’s my pleasure to partake closely in the handling of wine for the festival.” He smiles, a genuine one that thanks her for not turning him away despite his unbecoming visit at three in the morning, reeking of cheap alcohol and a mind almost on the brink of destruction—which she’d woven back with her kind yet unwavering eyes.

And that’s how he knows though she holds him dear, they could never return to the way they used to be; that he’d long passed up his chance to be with her for his own selfish goals despite her relentless wait for him to return to the City of Pastorals.

***

Diluc steps out of the city house owned by the eldest daughter of the Gunnhildrs. The chilly dawn air bites on his tear-stained cheeks that’s long dried. He feels his body shiver even underneath a layer of thin silken shirt and his signature red jacket—no, rather, it’s unusually chilly.

And almost as though he feels the heat of a stare on the back of his head, Diluc cranes his neck to look at the source of where he feels the stare is coming from. Sure enough, he recognizes the silhouette of a midnight haired man with a scar that runs across his right eye, his other good eye glowing as bright as the lit cigar in his hand.

For the longest moment, time seems to stop and the two find themselves stuck in a stare down as though teleported to a ripple in time, a moment where the two stood against one another under the pouring rain, weapons in hand.

Diluc could still feel the handle of his claymore dig painfully into his palm and turn it coarse.

Yet now they face each other again and the rage and devastation he felt is no more. But he couldn’t go back to the way things were.

Things…

Things have changed.

“Kaeya?” The familiar, feminine voice calling for the dark skinned man is what makes him break their stare down.

He sets his cigar on the ashtray on the two-person table in the corner of the balcony, turning his back on the crimson haired man who now has his eyes on the lock of blonde that seems to shine golden underneath the moonlight.

And for the briefest moment, Diluc could see a flash of emotion he’d never seen Jean make before in his presence; a glint of warmth in those freeing sky blue eyes, like snuggling in front of the fireplace with a mug of chocolate milk and marshmallows.

Diluc wonders how many winters Jean and Kaeya have spent together.

“Jean, it’s cold out here, let’s go back inside.” Kaeya cautions, his voice gentle, unlike his witty, bantering self whenever he’s delivering a comeback to his equally sarcastic brother.

“I was wondering if you’re hungry, I could make us a light meal…” Jean’s soft, soothing voice fades away as she and Kaeya walk back into the triple storey house, closing the glass door behind them.

And Diluc finds himself surrounded by the echoing silence yet again. Like he always has been ever since his father died and he decided to roam the face of Teyvat for his vengeance, in exchange for his heart. He treads back to his home with the orange tinted skies and traces of sunrise in the horizon.

If reincarnation isn’t simply a man-made concept to ease the heart of a grieving lover, Diluc Ragnvindr swears to himself that he would never let Jean Gunnhildr slip out of his grasp a second time.

#kaejean #kaeya x jean fanfic #genshin impact fics #genshin fics #genshin fanfic #kaeya x jean fic #kaeya x jean scenario #kaeya x jean oneshot #kaeya x jean #kaejean fic #kaejean fanfic #genshin impact scenarios

[k-itsmaywriting]

twt threadfic

kaeya spotting vera’s melancholy on jean’s desk when he finds her asleep in her office. she has a hardback copy of it - worn and loved, read so many times some of the pages are starting to come loose from the spine. it’s an old favourite of hers.

he’s read it before, years ago. he was curious about the story and what drew jean to it so much. he carried it around with him so that she could approach him about it if she wanted, but she never did.

doesn’t mean he didn’t find her noticing it though.

her eyes flitted to the cover and lit up. at least, before she remembered a gunnhildr has no time for hobbies and shuttered away.

but kaeya wanted her to know he understood her. knew what it was like to yearn for a life not meant for them.

he knew her like the back of his hand.

she knows him like the back of her hand.

she knows it was him who threw that surprise party for her. that it was he who took her work out of her hands when she needed it - got it all done with the help of the knights no matter how much she insisted she could do it herself.

so when he shows up at her office one night, mere hours before sunrise, to report sightings of an alarmingly large hilichurl camp at cape oath…

she knows he’s lying. it’s crafted too perfectly - urgent enough to get her on her feet but not enough to make her worry.

but she knows that for kaeya, to lie is to protect. what exactly he’s protecting now, she can’t quite put her finger on.

but she trusts him nonetheless, and lets him lead her all the way to cape oath.

he shows her the most beautiful sunrise she’s ever seen.

coming over the horizon, the sun washes the world with golden light, painting the skies and the seas that span past the edges of the world.

and he tells her he loves her.

she doesn’t expect to laugh.

how unfitting of a knight - to laugh at one bearing their heart so openly to her, especially that of her most trusted aide. her confidant. her dear friend.

but it’s hard not to when she’s just so happy. so surprised.

because how could he not know-?

-she loves him too.

(music)

#kaejean #kaeya alberich #jean gunnhildr #kaeya x jean #genshin impact #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact jean #crossposting to tumblr again weehee #kaejean just make me so 🥲🥲🥲 #THE CHILDHOOD FRIENDSHIP THE HISTORY THE SHARED TRAUMA #HRGHHHHH

[vixenofthemist]

A silly, short KaeJean fic about Kaeya finding out Jean reads romance novels

#genshin impact #KaeJean #kaeya alberich #jean gunnhildr #Kaeya x Jean #vixenwritesgenshin

[brutallygod]

minors don't interact !

he has you in a mating press, legs over his arms and pressed against your chest as he thrusts deeply in you. your hole easily spreads open for him, letting him take you over and over again. you're moaning, crying out his name and for more.

"you're so pretty like this, baby," he whispers, leaning down so he can nip at your jaw. "go on, scream for me." his hips speed up, relentlessly hitting your sweet spot. you shakily grab his shoulders, clenching tightly around him, as you scream while cumming. "always so lovely for me, baby."

jean kirstein, kaeya alberich, jing yuan, + your fave!

#attack on titan smut #genshin impact smut #honkai star rail smut #aot smut #genshin smut #hsr smut #jean kirstein smut #kaeya alberich smut #jing yuan smut #jean smut #kaeya smut #attack on titan x reader #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aot x reader #genshin x reader #hsr x reader #jean kirstein x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #jing yuan x reader #jean x reader #kaeya x reader

[luvfy0dor]

Soft Touches 'Nd Stuff ♡⁠˖

Warnings; Suggestive, cursing in a/n, I still only write specifically for BSD, my friends suggested characters from other fandoms, so credit to them; @ilovechuuy4 and @yaeeko and others not on tumblr

Description; Sleepy morning affection ;3

Imagine laying in your bed with the sunrise visible through your window, dying the sky a pretty wash of pink, oranges and yellows all blended together. Your boyfriends arms are wrapped around your waist with his head burrowed in the crook of your neck and his chest rising and falling against your back. You mindlessly kept your eyes fixated on the rising sun while you waited for him to wake up, taking deep and steady breaths and basking in the peace and silence. Five minutes passed before you could feel his hand rub from your waist to your thigh and his breath on your neck, making you nearly shiver. "Mm.. goodmorning." He whispered, his voice scratchy from sleep. He momentarily rolled onto his back to stretch, kicking you while he stretched his legs and took on a starfish position. Once he felt physically refreshed, he curled right back up to you and kissed your cheek. "Goodmorning." You reply, reaching back to entangle your hand in his hair. "I had the funniest dream about you, last night.." he whispers with an audible grin, and his hands slide down your tummy to your abdomen. You let out a sigh, feeling his ticklish fingers against your skin. "Yeah? Was it really funny?" You ask, a little skeptical. He laughs under his breath and shakes his head. "Maybe not funny, but definitely fun." He leans forward to kiss along the back of your neck, his fingers hooking around the waist band of your pajama bottoms. "Can I show you what we did?" His voice sent more shivers down your spine, squirming in place and nodding. "Mhm.." you let his hands into your pants, feeling them start to touch you where others never had, and never would so long as he gets a say. His excitement was evident as you grinded your ass against his hips needily. "Perfect. When I'm done with you, you'll be glad I decided to tell you about it, sweetheart."

→ Dazai, Chuuya, Nikolai, Tachihara, I wrote this w/ Fyodor in mind but idrk, Belphie, Mello, Heizou, Kaeya, Tartaglia, Wriothsley, Alhaithem, Oikawa, Gojo, Jean, Gallagher, Blade, Boothill, Sampo, Aventurine, Argenti nd your favs!!

A/n; hey chat sorry for the disappearance!! I had to take the AP World History Exam today!! It wasn't terrible to be quite fair!!! (it wasn't a cold war leq like I desired) (what the fuck was that dbq) (I'm going to kill myself) (not seriously obviously)

#bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fyodor x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #osamu dazai x reader #chuuya x gn reader #tachihara x reader #nikolai x reader #gojo x reader #mello x reader #jean kirsten x reader #kaeya x reader #heizou x reader #belphie x reader #obey me #genshin impact #attack on titan #death note #genshin x reader #attack on titan x reader #obey me x reader #tartaglia x reader #wriothesely x reader #alhaitham x reader

[thursdayisfriday]

ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ˚♡˖°

⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Sub!Fem!reader x Sub!Male! Character, cunnilingus, cursing, smut and short dabble

��Can I keep going….Please?~” He didn’t even wait for you to respond, dragging his tongue against your clit. Your fingers were entangled in his hair, tugging for him to get up. But he refused, pushing your legs closer to your stomach to make it harder for you. Your back arched more while you struggled to gasp for air, only managing to moan his name repeatedly. You already had cum two times, what more could he want for you?!

“Just a little longer~” He begged against your cunt. He looked up at you with desperation. He longed for more of your body, your scent, your taste. “Fuck, baby. You taste so good~”. He purred in between laps. He kept abusing your clit until you finally gave in, bucking your hips weakly wanting more. You felt him moan lightly against you. Just seeing you in this state made him cum without even touching himself. He moved one of your legs to rest on his shoulders, letting one his hand trace drown to your cunt.

You gasped as he pushed one finger in then another. Not wasting anytime, he started abusing your g-spot, keeping his mouth close to your cunt patiently. You started trembling a little and tugged on his hair, this time pulling him closer to your cunt before you finally released. He obediently stayed on his knee, taking in all of your juices in his mouth. He licked his lips and stuck his tongue out like the dumb dog he was.

“So good~”

Insert any character of your choice: DENJI, BEAM, angel devi, DENKI, deku, kirishima, TAMAKI, ARMIN, connie, jean, tanaka,NOYA, mikey,chifuyu, HAKKAI, DOMA, akaza, KAEYA, childe, YUTA, CHOSO, LEON KENNEDY

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

#x reader #fanfic #anime #x female reader #x female y/n #fiction writing #reader pov #anime x you #csm denji #denji x reader #beam x reader #angle devil x reader #mikey x reader #chifuyu x reader #denki x reader #deku x reader #kirishima x reader #tamaki x reader #armin x reader #connie x reader smut #jean x reader #haikyuu x reader #hakkai x reader #doma x reader #akaza x reader #kaeya x reader #childe x reader #yuta x reader #choso x reader #leon x reader

[hunnieknight]

AU Sketch Ideas II

Series I

Sfw, gn!reader, mention of Crepus's death

Court (Ragbros + Jean)

The reader Kaeya's and Diluc's youngest sibling, Jean wants to propose but the reader misunderstands thinking Jean likes Diluc

Jean is a traditional woman, she believes she has to meet your guardians who else if not your brothers.

She asked for your brothers for a blessing, which caught them both off-guard. Of course, they give blessing.

The reader stays with Diluc in the Dawn Winery before and after Crepus's death. So Jean obviously often visits Dawn Winery just to see you.

But you are so oblivious you thought with Jean often dining with you and Diluc and sometimes Kaeya, she has a crush on your big brother.

Whenever she visits, you often hide away in your room or walk around the Dawn Winery, thinking you help her get close to your brother. On the other hand, Jean always slumped whenever you left.

It does infuriate the three of them, but who can be mad? Diluc is so protective he often shielded you from all this stuff. Kaeya always jabs Diluc for this. Jean always sees this naive side of you as a cute quirk.

It doesn't help that Kaeya often teasingly calls Jean "sister-in-law" in front of you. Diluc also called Jean that during dinner, when you are also at the table. It should be obvious but boy it makes you more sure she has a thing for your brothers.

Every time Jean greets you or gives you gift, you often passed it to your brothers, whilst Kaeya just smiling in defeat and Diluc just looking at you funny.

Barbara just prays to Venti Barbatos that her sister will have a smooth process in making you her spouse.

Also, Barbara will be the godmother for you both's future kids.

Well, it might take years for that to be a reality.

Until it happens, your brothers and this knight will keep trying to make you realize how bad Jean wants you to take her surname.

Adelinde can't wait to be a "grandma"

Little Dragon (Zhongli + Xiao)

There was a request i got before about Dad!Zhongli, i might do that in the future

Dad Zhongli and Big Bro Xiao!

PROTECTIVE AS FUCK.

oohhhhh every kid in the daycare somehow has a puppy crush on you.

Especially a certain ginger- It seems like Zhongli does not like you getting close to him.

Zhongli wants you to learn about his culture, so he often teaches you how to eat with chopsticks and with a chopstick helper. Obviously, you hate it, you just want to use your hand and eat your food. It doesn't help that Xiao really wants you to learn how to use chopsticks too.

Xiao adores you dearly and Zhongli loves you so much.

Despite spoiling you quite a lot, they also let you learn something by yourself but also watch closely for your safety. Like climbing stairs, peeling oranges, putting on socks, etc.

Dragon!Zhongli and Bird Xiao plushies!

Your outfit will consist of brown/yellow or earthy colours. Sometimes also purple and white so you and Xiao can have matching outfit.

#imaginedraw #genshin x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #jean gunnhildr x reader #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #zhongli #xiao

[mlmfocalette]

kaejean (2) electric boogaloo

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requested by; anon !

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flags used, as per anon request;

background; bisexual

jean; nonbinary

kaeya; transmasc

#kaeya x jean #jean x kaeya #kaejean #jeankae #genshin impact #neuvi's posts #genshin rarepair

[mesqiri-draco]

What if I told you it was Jean's idea

#Kaeya #Jean #jean gunnhildr #jean genshin impact #genshin impact #Kaejean #kaeya genshin impact #art #my art #jean x kaeya #kaeya x jean

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Of All Things, I Became...

You always imagined that if you woke up in the world of Genshin, the possibilities of being a Visionless wielder of elements and a slew of romantic shenanigans would lie in your wake. But when you instead find yourself in the body of a Genshin mob with romance likely out of the question, your only conclusion is that the gods of reincarnation isekai hate your guts.

cw. you lost the isekai 50/50 and became a genshin mob

pairing. genshin x reader

notes. i read [of all things, i became a crow] and decided to run with it. i apologize for nothing. i might add more species from genshin depending on my mood lol. this was originally only going to be about an aranara!reader but... i got inspired

Of All Things, I Became...

... an Aranara

... an Oceanid

... a Geovishap

... a Thunder Manifestation

... an Anemo Slime

So you died and woke up as a Genshin mob. At least you got some cool powers out of it, I guess. Results may vary in trying to get a travel companion out of it though. Not all non-human races in Genshin are created equally, you come to learn.

My Body is Mine Once More

Aranara Edition

Oceanid Edition

Geovishap Edition

Thunder Manifestation Edition

Anemo Slime Edition

After ingesting an elemental crystal, you manage to get your body back! More or less. Not everything about you has returned to normal and if you ever get too emotional, you turn back into your mob form. At the very least, you still are able to use your sick ass powers, so that's a bonus!

Traveler Specific

Headcanons

#index #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #traveler x reader #kaveh x reader #cyno x reader #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #navia x reader #kaeya x reader #thoma x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #candace x reader #ayato x reader #shenhe x reader #ganyu x reader #diluc x reader #jean x reader #yun jin x reader

[hiraya-rawr]

"hands off! I'm taken!" — diluc .

synopsis !! you pick up your drunk lover from the tavern

note !! I finally posted something! my schedule is still full but things should settle down more by september :> enjoy this fun fic!

contains !! gn reader, ft. kaeya and others! alcohol consumption, not proofread

Your lover rarely drinks. Scratch that, he doesn't drink at all if he could help it.

So whatever encouraged him to drink tonight of all nights was beyond you. It wasn't his shift in the bar, yet he insisted you shouldn't wait for him as he might come home late from the tavern. Apparently, he'll be meeting up with Kaeya, Jean, and a few others.

You're overjoyed, of course! It's not everyday your overworking lover decides to take a break and meet up with his old friends, much less those who are involved with the knights. You practically pushed him on his way to socialize and have fun.

Perhaps he had too much fun.

It was past midnight when you stopped by the tavern, seeing as you lived nearby anyway.

Diluc sat amongst a small crowd. You recognize them to be Kaeya, Jean, Lisa, Venti, and Rosaria, each nursing their own drink in their hands. What surprised you was that Diluc had a glass of his own— emptied, and that Kaeya was pouring him another round.

"Ah, it seems like your ticket home has arrived, D," Kaeya muses upon spotting you. The redhead only huffs in reply.

"What a joyous occasion! Come join us, (Name)!" Venti cheers, swinging around his large mug.

It's only when you approached the group did you notice your lover's unfocused eyes, glazed over as he blinks away at nothing.

"What did you do?" You raise an eyebrow, eyes narrowing suspiciously at Kaeya. The Cavalry Captain raises his hands in defense.

"You're accusing me? I'm hurt," He chuckles, "You and I both know he isn't so easy to trick into drinking."

You glance over at Jean, who gives you a sympathetic laugh, "It's true. Surprisingly, sir decided to drink tonight. It wasn't that much, I assure you."

"Wasn't that much, she says, yet he looks just about ready to pass out," Rosaria mutters, sipping on her own glass. You let out a sigh, seems like you'll be responsible for taking him home tonight. You're not bothered at all, in fact, you're a little glad he decided to let loose and have fun, no matter how unusual it seems.

If anything, it's a little funny to see him look gruff and cold, he doesn't even seem drunk until you notice the flush on his face and the spin in his eyes. Grabbing an empty glass and filling it with water from a pitcher, you gesture for the redhead to drink.

"Come on, 'Luc, drink some water and let's get you home."

He turns his head away to the side. You raise an eyebrow.

"'Luc, drink some water."

"No."

". . . You need to sober up–"

"No."

His head arcs further away from you, arms crossed. You glance at his face, is he. . . is he seriously pouting right now? Kaeya chuckles next to you. You aren't sure what kind of drunk shenanigan is going through his mind, but you decided to let it slide, opting to bring him home instead.

"Alright then, let's get out of here instead." With a hand on his shoulder, you gesture for him to stand but he wacks it away. Diluc? Your Diluc?? Wacked your hand away???

You blink at him before recovering to grab onto his arm, trying to pull him up, "Come on, 'Luc! We got to get you home!"

"No! Hands off!" He sluggishly pushes you, failing but he plops back onto his seat.

"What?"

"Hands off me! I'm taken!"

You freeze. The little group around you pauses as well. There's a loud snort in the air, presumably from Venti.

"Diluc, what?" You bite back your laugh. Laughing at the drunk is bad etiquette, you really shouldn't. You really, really shouldn't.

"I'm–" He slurs, facing you with a pointed look and a loopy glare, "Taken. Go find someone else to mooch."

Archons, help you not to burst out laughing in this situation.

Opting to giggle behind closed lips, you squat next to his chair, reaching out to cup his cheek but he scoots away from your touch.

"Diluc," You laugh, "It's me."

"Not- not interested."

"I'm literally your lover."

He blinks at you. You aren't sure if you got through him but he immediately stands upright, wobbling from the action. You catch him by the waist for support.

"Woah there, are you ready to go?"

"I'm going-" He tests his steps, "Going home to my darling, (Name)." With shaky hands, he pushes you aside, "I told you I have a lover!"

A loud laugh starts from behind you. Kaeya hunches over the table, gripping his stomach as the rest try to hide their chuckles behind their hands.

"Oh dear, my dear brother," The cryo user stands, wiping a tear from his eye, "Seems like you truly had too much tonight. This person here is assigned to take you to (Name)." The sly smile on Kaeya's face tells you to play along.

Diluc rubs at his eyes, everything seems to swirl, "Really?"

"Yes."

". . . Alright then."

Was he really that easy to trick? Your jaw could've dropped open. As expected of Kaeya who naturally dealt with all of Diluc's drunk shenanigans.

"Let's go then. . ." Diluc mumbles, glancing at you, "But no touching."

At his first step, he nearly trips over his feet if it wasn't for you grabbing onto his arm. You wrap it over your shoulder, pulling him upright.

"Surely, it's alright if I hold onto your arm?" You try to reason.

". . . Okay."

With a side glance at Kaeya and the rest, you nod them goodbye as they wave their pleasantries. Now that you're outside the tavern, you decide to take your drunk lover to your home nearby, a place he's frequently visited.

"Honestly, whatever made you drink so much tonight. . ." You huff, grabbing onto him and trying to get him to walk normally.

"My lover, you see. . ." He trails off.

"What about your lover?" You can't help but prod. Surely, you haven't done something wrong, right?

"Everything. . . Everything about them." Diluc mumbles, a sigh escaping him, "Just— amazing."

You can't help the way your lips sorts into a smile.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"That must be nice. Is that why you don't want to go home with me?" You can't help but tease as he glowers, turning his face to get a better look at you. You notice the way his eyes look clearer now.

". . . As mentioned, I–" A groan, "Am devoted to my lover, no matter how charming you look."

"Mhmm, sure, yeah." You laugh, taking in his compliment, "You're devoted, alright."

"It's true–" He pushes away from you to fumble with his coat in an enthusiasm that's only seen when he's drunk, "Would you like to see the ring?"

Ring? What ring? You freeze in your steps as he digs into his pockets, pulling out an enclosed little box with intricate carvings. He opens it to reveal a ring– one you've only ever dreams of having (and receiving from him). The details, a testament to how much he knows what you like, while mixing in his own interests.

Your heart skips a beat.

"'Luc–"

"Archons, I'm nervous," He groans into his hand, carefully closing the box despite his drunken mannerisms, "I can't even– can't even sleep at night thinking about it."

You're still in shock as you gaze up at him. Sure, you've talked about a future together, but it always felt so far away— Diluc was too busy, always with something else to prioritize and it didn't seem like the right time for him no matter how right it was for you.

"Is. . . Is that why you drank?"

He looks at you with a raised brow, "Nervousness is one thing. I needed everyone's advice as well." Your heart flutters, was he ever this thoughtful? The answer is yes. You reach out to him again, hands as shaky as his own, but yours shook in happiness.

"Diluc, I—"

He lurches, a heaving sound down his throat as if threatening to puke. You reach out, holding onto him again with a small laugh, "Alright, alright, let's get you home first, Luc."

He groans in reply, voice wobbly and weak, "I'm. . . taken. . . "

"I know, my love."

•

Sunshine filters into the bedroom and Diluc shuffles under the covers. His head was throbbing, his throat felt dry, he's reminded again why he never drinks.

Grape juice is definitely better. Grape juice is yummy. Why can't he make a grape juice relaxant? He sure as heck can, what's his money for if he can't fund an entire academic foundation focusing on the production of anxiety-calming juice?

Before he could even begin to think about the business prospects and expenses to spare, your footsteps catches his attention as you enter the room.

"Slept well?"

He brushes his hair back, sitting up groggily, "I've had better nights."

"Here, have some water." You gesture to the cup in your hands to which he drinks from obediently.

"Thank you."

"I'm just glad that you're allowing me to offer you water." You bite back a chuckle.

"What?"

Standing up with a hum and a shrug, you turn away from him, "I don't know. Last night, you wouldn't even let me touch you."

His eyebrows furrow together, "That's ridiculous. Why would I do that?"

"Apparently, you have a lover, and I was trying to tempt you away into my home~"

Diluc freezes like a deer in the headlights, heat rushing up his face, turning it a shade as red as his hair, "I. . . said that?"

You laugh, turning towards him as you begin to explain everything that happened in the tavern and how his friends reacted. This only helped to worsen his embarrassment.

"I'm going to kill Kaeya. . ." he mutters under his breath, hiding away his face before peeking at you, "And then I suppose you walked me home? Did I. . . say anything after?"

You spotted the way his eyes glance to his coat, hanging by the door. Your lips twitch into a smile.

"Nope. You were quiet the whole way home."

You can't wait to embarrass him even more after his proposal.

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note !! writing this made me all the drunk embarrassing moments 😭

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