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Hi I just wanted to say that I LOVE your shy s/o series so much 🥺🥺🥺 I was wondering if you would be able to do another where it's a shy s/o asking "Can I touch you", where they want to touch their characters chest, kiss their scars, etc. Like it can be mutual (between the s/o and the character touches) but the s/o builds up enough courage to ask (like just very wholesome) 🥺🥺 I was thinking Diluc, Albedo, Childe, Xiao and anyone else you want.

^ thank you for your patience!! I hope you like it!

also, good luck everyone on pulling for Childe - may this gingered haired man bring you conquest ;)

Warning -> slight lemon* (touching (a lot of touching**), making out, kissing, interruptions ...)

Character X GN Reader | Anthology

Includes: Diluc, Albedo, Childe, Xiao

Diluc

You wanted to touch him so bad, but you knew it was hard for him to be that vulnerable with others, and hard for you to build the courage to ask him

It was during a warm summer day when you gained the bravery - he was standing in his bedroom with his shirt off, his muscles highlighted by the sun as it flooded through the window

He is beautiful. Unbelievable, incredible, unrealistic in his beauty and you wondered how someone could be this attractive. You had been staring at him for a while now, the passing of time seemed unimportant to you.

“You’re eyes, I can feel them.” He said, glancing over his shoulder at you.

“Ah … sorry.” You looked at the floor and felt the warmth of embarrassment rise across your face.

“It’s fine. You’re allowed.” He was always giving you permission, his level of patience when it came to you knew no bounds.

“Am I … also allowed to touch you?” You mumble, glancing at him from underneath your bangs.

He put down the shirt he had been fussing with and extended his hand to you. The sun filled his palm and spilled through his fingers, like sand through a sieve. Slowly, you walked toward him, placing your fingers in his golden palm.

It’s been so long since he let someone be close to him like this - the nerves in his stomach were going wild

When you stroked his skin he almost couldn’t take it; it was everything to him to experience your touch, he’d built up his walls so high and with a simple brush of your hands they came crumbling down

The sun burned your back as you stood in the light that flooded through the window, but it wasn’t nearly as hot as your fingers running over his chest. Those were steaming and you wondered if you’d have any fingertips left by the time you were done.

You traced the scars which covered his body. He had several on his arms, wrapping around his bicep and running up to his shoulder, and as you took inventory of them your fingers followed along the discolored skin. As you slide your fingers down to his chest you couldn’t ignore how his hand tightened around your own, his grip reassuring and encouraging you to keep going.

His chest had several scars from past battles he’d be hesitant to share with you. One stood out to you, an interesting shape, almost like a multi-pointed star in the center of his chest. It was practically in your face and something drew you to place a soft kiss against it. He grabbed your hip and pulled you close to him; you loved the sound of his breath as it passed through his throat.

You pulled away and watched as his chest moved, as he breathed, and the way his skin became covered in goosebumps as you trailed your hand down to his stomach, around his hips. He hummed and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. He took your hands in his, pressing them to his skin, and leaned down to rest his head against yours.

His heavy breathing made your chest tighten, his thick tone made your knees weak, “If you go any further, I won’t be able to handle it.” His words turned off all the functions in your brain and the only thing left was the drive to feel him even more. You pulled your hands from his and slipped your fingers between the fabric of his pants and the soft skin underneath them. He sighed, not out of irritation or annoyance, but out of yearning.

Suddenly, he lifted you from the ground and carried you to the bed where the two of you fell into the sheets. “I warned you.” His voice was husky and before you could say anything he descended onto your lips, his hand pulling your chin down so he could taste your tongue.

Albedo

It was so challenging, bridging that gap of being connected with Albedo. Normally, the two of you keep your hands to yourself, but the desire to feel him, to caress his skin was boiling over

You were sitting next to him and the urge began again, he was so close to you and his skin so touchable - you started with a simple stroke across his hand. He opened his palm to you and the gesture emboldened you

He was looking at several documents, as he usually did. The smell of books and shaded pages filling the space, and of course, Albedo’s scent which you had grown so fond of inhaling. It was pleasant, floral fragrances mixed with patchouli and, of course, parchment. It pulled you in and kept you close, but never close enough.

It was hard to make the first move, but Albedo was always so generous and typically followed your lead; if you were okay with it, then he was okay with it. He never pressured you, not once, to move faster or further than you could handle. It was sweet and frustrating at the same time. If only he would just make a move, you wouldn’t stop him.

So, instead, you started small. Resting your hand against his, holding onto his jacket, or sitting close enough to him that your legs touched. He always let you test your boundaries, and today you were having such an impatient time with the line you had drawn. You decided to change that, to inhale bravery and exhale your desires. Today, you were going to take a step in the direction you wanted to take with him, and you hoped he wouldn’t turn away.

“Albedo.” You call out to him. He pauses his musings and turns his head to you. “Can I … hold your hand?” You point at his left hand and reach out yours to him.

“Oh, of course.” He moves it to you and triumphantly you take it. Carefully, you run your hands up his arm until you come to rest at the top of his glove.

“May I?” You slip a finger under the fabric but wait for him to give you permission. He nods his head, a little curious you’re sure, but he doesn’t stop you.

You peel his glove off and rest it gently onto the table before you begin to examine what was underneath. Running your fingers over his arm you smiled at the golden strands of hair dancing in the sunlight, became giddy at the way his fingers flexed and relaxed when you manipulated them and traced your fingers over a small scar on his wrist. When you looked back at him he was watching you intently, his face relaxed but his breathing seemed faster.

Solving the mysteries of the world was the only thing he ever had on his mind. There wasn’t anything he’d really wanted than to answer the question his mentor had given him, and to see her one last time, but ever since he met you there was a growing desire in him to learn more about you, to experience new things with you

This, having you touch him was incredible, and it made his whole mind go blank - he’d never been in a situation where he didn’t already know how to deal with it, tackle it, explore it, and right now he felt out of his element

Perhaps it was okay to dive into the unknown sometimes, and everything about you was unknown to him

You were busy examining his palm when you felt something brush against your face. Glancing up you saw Albedo’s hand next to your face, his fingers incredibly close.

“Would you oblige my request too?” You closed your eyes and nodded, when his fingers connected to your cheek you let a small gasp of air. As they moved from your cheek to your neck, to your shoulder you shifted next to him so he could reach you easier. It wasn’t fair that he could render you useless with a simple gesture, so you opened your eyes to return the gesture.

He turned and moved closer to you, the two of you practically sitting on one another as you began to go further and further with your touching. You remove the highest buttons on his shirt and slide your hands under it, feeling his neck and shoulders. He removed the light jacket you were wearing, the fabric pooling around your elbows until it eventually got in your way and you tossed it to the side. The both of you were getting desperate to see more, touch more, experience more, and what started as a simple, innocent request to hold his hand had turned into a heated exchange of requests.

It was like the two of you were playing a game of war, each trying to pull down the other, but Albedo was winning, and before long he had you lying against the couch, his body above you.

“Can I kiss you…” He requested, ever the knight, ever the gentleman.

“Yes.” You pant and quickly he pressed his lips against yours. This wasn’t the first kiss the two of you had shared, but it was the most passionate. His hand cupped around your face, yours gripped tightly onto his shirt. There was no way people would know that you were normally shy and timid, that you kept to yourself because right here, right now you were being bold. The boldness seeping from your skin at the same rate as your body heat.

He pulled away from your mouth and hovered over you as the two of you tried to catch your breath. It was so hard. Your body was ablaze with electricity, your fingers a writhing mess as they pulled against his shirt begging him to come back.

He was nearly there when the door to his office opened suddenly. “Mister, Albedo. I’m sorry to inTRUDE ….!? AH! I’m so sorry!” Sucrose yelled, the items in her hands spilling out onto the floor.

“Ah, Sucrose … um.”

“I’ll come back!” She slammed the door closed and you heard her footsteps fade quickly into the now shattered atmosphere. The two of you pulled yourself back together. He fixed his shirt, tugging on the bottom of it after returning the buttons to their holdings. You smoothed your hair and wiped your lips with your thumb. In the silence, you heard voices echo in the hallway and as you looked at one another a laugh came bubbling out of your throat.

Albedo stood, and you handed him his glove. “I’ll be back.” He smiled, taking his glove and placing a quick kiss on your nose.

“Please, apologize to Sucrose for me.” You giggled, picking up one of the books on the table and covering your face with it.

Childe

He is all about you initiating touch - but respectfully, he gave you the time to get comfortable with him - so it’s likely you could have multiple opportunities to touch more and more of him if you wanted - just be careful, because he’d have a hard time holding himself back

You walked in on him after he just finished in the shower. His hair dripping and shining in the light, his skin speckled with droplets of water, and his lower half hidden with a towel. The shock of seeing him in this state caused your brain to short-circuit and react nervously.

“Ah! I didn’t … I didn’t know you were here!” You backed up into the doorframe, its sharp edge digging into your back as you collided with the wood. Desperately, you covered your eyes with your hands and hoped he couldn’t read the embarrassment underneath your makeshift wall.

You felt his hand wrap around your own and as he pulled it away you were face to face with him, a playful smile reaching his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t come in here on purpose?” He kissed the back of your hand and chuckled to himself, “I wouldn’t be upset if you did.”

“No, I didn’t.” You closed your eyes and shook your head. He was so close, his scent overwhelming, a mix of sandalwood and amber that pushed against you and held you against the doorframe. It made your head swim, your arms weak and heavy.

He pulled your hand to his chest and when your fingers grazed his skin you gasped. “You are welcome to do whatever you want, I won’t mind.”

He loved getting you flustered, it was so adorable the way you reacted and did your best to stay composed even as he pushed you to the edge

It was like you were a rabbit trapped in the corner while a wolf towered over you; he had captured you and couldn’t help but play with his prize

You kept your hand over your face even though you wanted to look at him. The nervousness and hesitation which you’d had your whole life was holding you back, no matter how badly you wanted to claw your way away from it. You were just about to break through when Childe let go of your hand, his presence gone.

He laughed and while he spoke playfully, you sensed he was a bit disappointed. “It’s no big deal, I might have pushed you a bit too hard.”

His statement spurred something in you. You wanted to prove to him he didn't push you, you wanted to show him how much you wanted to touch him, how badly you wanted to express your feelings through your fingers. The little voice in your head screamed and it was like an invisible force pushed you forward. Stumbling, you reached out and grabbed onto his toned arm, wrapping your hands around him as best as you could.

“I want to touch you!” The words flew from your mouth as if they were the last words you’d ever be able to get out. He turned to look at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open. “I mean …” You unfolded your spine, standing a bit taller but keeping your hands where they were. “If you don’t … mind. I want to touch …” He didn’t need to hear anymore, in an instant you were lifted off of the ground.

Childe carried you to the nearest surface and sat you on it. Items were still dropping to the floor when you finally settled, your back flush against the wall and legs dangling on either side of him. He claimed one of the hands you had resting on his broad shoulders and pulled it up to his mouth, his breath hot against your fingers, “Touch me.”

You’d never been so emboldened in your life, the butterflies in your stomach were captured in an instant and when you ran your fingers through his hair a new sensation filled your body. A sensation that stole your breath and clenched your sternum.

His hair was soft, light, and fluffy. It fell around his face, which as you run your fingers over his forehead, you couldn’t help but take in desperate breaths as you watched his eyes close and mouth dance between parted lips and a pleasing smile.

You traced his jaw and ran your hands down his neck, along his shoulders, over his collar bone. He had abandoned your hand some time ago, giving you free rein over his skin. There was something so rewarding about seeing him grip tightly onto the dresser as you touched him. It made you feel unbelievable pride and you were starting to get greedy with it.

Childe was yours, he came to you, chose you, wanted you. Watching him react to your touch was incredible, it was like an achievement that flashed above your head, “Conquering of Snezhnaya” plastered in ruby letters and adorned with a golden frame. You won ... today.

Xiao

It’s so tempting to touch him - his skin is always taunting you and it’s getting harder and harder to keep your desires to yourself, even if you felt the embarrassment trickle in behind your want - you wanted him to trust you and the both of you needed to take things slow

You watched as he stood in the slow-moving stream. His feet obscured by the dark water and his hands shifting through the surface. He stood and splashed the cool water on his face, and you felt the tug in your chest to be brave

You knew how violent his life was and how long he’d spent it going alone, thinking back on the times where he walked this world without a single person to share it with make your heart sink into your shoes.

As he bent over into the water, his hands dipping into the cool stream, his hair falling around his face and the muscles in his back stretching at the action, you couldn’t manage to pull your eyes away. Even with the scars on his back, you found him to be one of the most beautiful beings you’d ever laid your eyes on, and you wondered for the thousandth time why he let you be in his life. Not only because he was so out of your reach, but because he was normally so closed off. However, he never seemed to push you away.

He sat on one of the large rocks lining the stream and the fabric which decorated his waste rested on the water, flowing and dipping beneath the surface as he sat there. You watched as he tried to run the water over his back and the nerves in your stomach give you an idea.

“Xiao.” You stood up from your place and walked over to him, he didn’t answer you, instead, he glanced over his shoulder. “I can help you if you’d like.” It made your ears warm at the thought of doing something so forward with him, I mean, the two of you barely held hands.

“Do as you wish.” He kept his face to the water, but you swore you could see a tint of red on his ears.

Xiao is sensitive - not in the way that things hurt his feelings, more in the way that he can sense what is going on around him

It’s often painful to be around so many people because he can sense all of their worries, fears, wishes, desires and he just wants to block them all out - it was just easier to be alone and to not let people get too close; deal with the problem and move on was his motto

When it came to you, that reservation which consumed you was like a clear box he could easily peer inside of - he knew your inner thoughts, even if you didn’t outwardly express them

The wind was warm and hinted at summer as it blew across the water, through the leaves in the trees, and against your face. The face that already felt so hot as you ran your hands down the back of the being you never imagined would let you be this close.

You dipped the cloth in the water and wrung out the excess before placing it onto Xiao’s back. As you wiped his shoulder and watched the water run down his bareback, you found it hard to stay focused and calm. You were sure your hand was shaking as you cleaned the dirt and grime from off of his skin, but it was the first time you were touching him, feeling him, and being so close to him that it was just a lot to deal with.

Even with the scars, his back was so smooth and as you cleaned him, you wondered how much further you could go. You placed the rag down next to Xiao and proceeded to run your fingers along his back. Sliding down the length of his spine, shaping his shoulder blades with the tips of your finger, the pad of your thumb. Your hands ghosting over his shoulders and down his arms, taking time to trace the lines of his tattoo, their twists and turns sending you into a trance. You were so transfixed on his skin, the feel of it, the look of it that you didn’t notice the goosebumps you were leaving in your wake, or how meekly he was calling your name.

When he shot up from the rock and turned to face you the spell was broken and you recoiled your hands into your chest. His cheeks were a lovely shade of pink, a shade that complimented his jade green eyes and jet black hair perfectly.

“Xiao … I-I don’t know where …. I’m sorry.” You stammered, trying to find an excuse as to what happened. You rubbed your hand against your forehead and through your hair before turning around and walking back to your pack, which you had left resting against a tree.

You stood, tossing the bag over your shoulders and when you turned back toward the stream Xiao was standing in front of you. He startled you, making you jump slightly and grip tightly onto the straps of your bag. Slowly, he walked closer to you until your back was against the large tree, its shade offering a delicious accent to Xiao’s chest. He reached for his shirt, his face incredibly close, so close you could still see the dampness of his hair.

His face had returned to normal, and the familiar sternness present in his voice as he spoke, “We will finish this later.” The words rattled in your brain and a wave of excitement washed through you. He walked away and threw his shirt over his head, the fabric clinging to his curves and muscles. Turning back to look at you he had a slight smirk on his lips. “Let’s go.” He jerked his head in the direction the two of you needed to go and eagerly you followed after him.

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