#Childe x reader

[ahnaiee]

 — MORNING SPAR

reposted from old blog!! not proofread nor edited since then.

A fighting maniac. 

That’s your first impression of CHILDE. And as time goes on, this doesn’t change. 

Every time you see him, the man always asks for a spar. Of course, being a fighter as well, how could you refuse? And so it became a weekly event that both you and CHILDE would meet up anywhere in Liyue for a spar every morning. 

The more you meet up, the more your own guards against each other lower, and soon, you find yourself in quite a predicament, with your weapon stuck on the ground right next to his face, and you sitting over him. 

You grin at him, “Give up?” 

 “Not quite.” 

He grabs your arm and twists you so that you're now lying under him. Your back meets the ground and you let out a loud hiss at the contact. 

Your eyes meet his dark blue ones, and he grins as he tightens his hold on your hands above your head. “Well? Giving up?”

You look around for an open spot only to come up blank. You let out a sigh and roll your eyes. “Fine, I concede. You win.”

CHILDE lets out a laugh and leans forward, leaving barely any space between you two.  “Well, then, where’s my congratulatory kiss?” 

You scoff. “Alright, fine, you big baby.” You laugh and close the distance between you two.

Morning spars always end with a kiss, after all.

[ataraxixia]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ showering tartaglia with love

“hah… having fun there?” tartaglia let out a breathy chuckle, head resting on his pillow as you smothered kisses on his jaw and down to his neck.

he recently bought you a vast variety of lipstick-colors, and what better way to test them out by covering your boyfriend in them?

your lips lingered on the junction of his neck and shoulder, a bright red mark of your lips on his skin before you raised your brows at him. “obviously.”

he chuckled again before groaning in pleasure, your lips wandering from his shoulder to his collarbone— your hands swiftly undoing his leather straps and the buttons of his shirt. “got a whole canvas here.” you murmured before kissing his chest, lipstick marks everywhere on his skin, around his nipples and down to his hips.

”baby, what are you— mhmmpf…” his question died on his tongue— head thrown back— as you pressed open-mouthed kiss on the side of his cock, free from the confines of his pants.

“just enjoy it.” you giggled, licking up a stripe from his underside to the tip before covering it entirely with red lipstick marks.

a few kitten licks there, a few kisses there— a definitely not intended small suckle here— already got him breathing heavily, his hands gripping the bedsheets as he let out the sweetest of groans and gasps.

tartaglia was a mess— only for you though.

and by the archons did he try not to cum too early.

“s-shit…” tartaglia gasped, the chilly air gotten replaced by the warm cavern of your mouth as you took his cock down in one go. one hand tangled itself in your hair already, gripping but neither pulling or pushing you down, just holding you.

he felt his cock at the back of your throat— tight and warm—, your tongue swirling on the underside of it, and the quiet noises you let out were enough for him to stiffen.

“you’re enjoying this far too much.” he managed to breathe out, lifting his head to look down at you, immediately regretting it when you looked up at him, stuffed full.

you lifted your own head, lips and tongue sliding up his girth, teasingly letting it rest on his tip on purpose to see his reaction, and it was worth it. rubbing your hands on his thighs you tease, “you’re enjoying this just as much as me.”

a shudder went down his spine, and by the way his hips moved, you knew he was close.

“i’m making use of your gift for me,” you reasoned, giving small kitten licks on his top and his thighs twitched. “don’t like it?”

“come on— ahh,” he laughed, although it was like a breathy sigh. you alternated between pressing the tip of your tongue down onto his slit and kissing the head, figuring he endured enough teasing for now.

you swallowed him whole again, pressing the flat of your tongue on the underside of his cock against the head and sucked, hands massaging his hip and thigh.

gods, he really tried, but your tongue was heavenly, to say the least. his grip on your hair tightened, and his hips bucked up on their own.

he pulled you up slightly, your lips parted and he suddenly jerked himself off at the base with his free hand. “tongue out— mmh.”

you complied, sticking your tongue out as he pumps his cock into your mouth. “f-fucking… cumming..” a few weak spurts of cum fell down your throat and some landed on your face.

tartaglia let out a small, shaky exhale, watching his seed drip down the corners of your mouth before already grabbing some nearby tissues for you.

“i’d say the color suits us both,” he grinned as you wiped your face and lips clean of his cum and the lipstick. “wouldn’t you agree?”

“i guess,” you shrugged, tossing the tissue away and gaining a raised brow from your boyfriend. “that was one color.”

“you bought me like 8 shades.”

© ataraxixia

[axolotsofluv]

RINNIIII THIS IS WONDERFULLY WARM AND FUZZY

You captured each character's personality perfectly (and you do it so often too, are you hoyo? 🤨) and their response is nothing short of sweet. Childe is a lovely surprise because of how worried he got when the baby fell. You don't know how much I love this 💕💕💕💕💕

May both sides of your pillow always be cold 😘

Hello!! Can I request a baby fic where the reader and the characters (such as Mydei, Aventurine, Childe and etc) are teaching their baby how to walk, but the baby accidentally falls in the process, leading both the reader and the characters to comfort them?🙏🙏

“One step at a time, little one”

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Childe x Reader, Parenting, Comfort, Fluff, Family Bond, Soft Moments, Cuddling, Emotional Growth, Healing.

Warnings: No actual babies were hurt during the making of this.

The sun was setting over the distant horizon of Amphoreus, its orange and red hues casting a warm glow over the serene courtyard of your home. Mydei, clad in his usual warrior regalia, though softened in a more domestic manner today, crouched down with a smile on his face as he extended his hands toward your baby, who was hesitantly standing on their tiny feet.

"My little one," Mydei murmured, his eyes softening as he watched the baby attempt to find their balance, "today is the day. You will stand tall, like your father."

You knelt beside him, your fingers lightly brushing against his. A quiet chuckle left your lips. "I think they just need a little more time."

Mydei's smile was gentle, but a hint of determination was in his tone. "A warrior must rise, even if the ground seems uncertain beneath their feet."

You both watched in silence as your baby took a shaky step forward, their little feet stumbling beneath them. It was the most precious thing you’d ever seen.

But just as the baby managed to take that small, brave step, they wobbled, and before you could react, they fell forward. A soft whimper broke the quiet, and your heart ached.

Mydei was instantly at your side, his strong hands reaching to scoop the little one up in his arms. You were right there too, wrapping your arms around the baby gently, murmuring soothing words.

“It’s okay, little one,” you said softly, brushing their tear-streaked cheek. “You’re going to be fine.”

Mydei let out a deep breath, his usual stoicism broken by the warmth in his voice. "In battle, there are setbacks. But you, my child, will never stay down. You will rise again."

The baby, though still a bit shaken, clung to Mydei’s chest as he held them close, and with a careful glance, he looked at you. "We must be patient... but we will always be here."

With a tender smile, you nodded, knowing this was just one step on the path to greater things—for all of you.

The lights of the penthouse were dimmed, the soft glow of the outside city illuminating the play area where you and Aventurine were spending time with your baby. Aventurine, dressed in his usual elaborate attire, had taken off his blazer, looking more relaxed than usual, though the ever-present flicker of calculation was still evident in his eyes.

"Ready to teach them how to walk?" you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you held your baby, who was now attempting to stand with the help of Aventurine’s outstretched hands.

"Ah, of course. A well-timed move requires strategy and finesse," Aventurine replied with a wink, his voice dripping with playful confidence. He had a knack for turning even the simplest tasks into something of a high-stakes game.

Your baby looked at Aventurine with curiosity, their tiny hands reaching forward as they tried to mimic his actions. The baby took a shaky step, and you couldn’t help but smile, glancing at Aventurine with a look of admiration.

But just as the little one moved, they lost their footing and fell forward, landing with a soft thud on the soft play mat. A startled cry filled the air, and your heart dropped at the sight.

Before you could move, Aventurine was there, his arms a steady, careful presence as he scooped up the baby. His usual bravado softened into something more vulnerable as he gently rocked the child, his fingers tenderly brushing away the small tears.

"Easy, little one. No need for tears. It was just a misstep," Aventurine murmured, though his voice was much gentler than you had ever heard it. His usually sharp eyes softened, and he kissed the baby’s forehead, his smile warm but faintly anxious.

You moved closer, placing a hand on Aventurine’s shoulder, and he leaned against you slightly, the air between you filled with an unspoken understanding. "They'll be okay, my love," you whispered, reassuring both him and the baby.

Aventurine’s smile faltered for a moment before he looked down at the little one with an earnestness that you rarely saw. "You will learn how to walk, and when you do, you will know how to fall and rise just as I have," he said softly, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

You nodded, your fingers brushing your baby's hair. "And we'll always be here, right beside you."

The cold winds of Snezhnaya had subsided for the day, leaving the air crisp and clear as you and Childe made your way through the quiet courtyard. Childe, in his usual battle-ready attire, but with a softness in his eyes that came only when he was with his family, stood with you as the two of you watched your baby attempt to stand.

"Let’s see if the little warrior can stand on their own," Childe said with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with pride and excitement.

Your baby gave a small giggle, the sound so pure that it made your heart swell. They reached out, looking from you to Childe, then back again, gathering their tiny courage. With a tentative wobble, they took one step—then two.

Childe leaned forward in anticipation, his fists clenched in a playful mimic of his battle stance. "Look at them go!" he said, his voice brimming with pride.

But just as your baby took that third step, their little legs gave way, and they tumbled forward, landing softly on the grass with a quiet cry.

Childe's expression immediately shifted, his usual energy melting into concern. "No, no, it’s okay, kiddo!" he exclaimed, moving swiftly to scoop them into his arms. You were already kneeling beside him, your hands brushing the baby’s cheeks as you comforted them.

"Hey, it’s alright," Childe cooed gently, pressing a kiss to their forehead. "Falling down is just part of learning, alright? You get back up, just like your old man."

You smiled softly, brushing your hand against Childe’s arm. "We’ll help them rise, every time."

Childe’s eyes softened as he cradled the baby in his arms, a rare vulnerability flickering behind his playful exterior. "You're a tough little one," he said, voice low but full of love. "And you’ve got two parents who will always be here to catch you."

The baby, now calm, looked up at both of you, their tiny hands reaching out once more. You both laughed, the warmth between you undeniable, knowing this moment was just one of many in the journey ahead.

"Let’s try again," you whispered, holding the baby steady as Childe crouched down, ready to help.

Together, you all prepared for the next step—one that would lead to many more, with love, laughter, and unwavering support.

[mitsouya]

you avert your gaze from the book in your hands towards the man who's lying in your lap. it's been a while since childe requested you to sit on the couch and let him use your thighs as his personal pillow, allowing himself to rest after doing some work.

all that can be heard in the office is the pounding of your heart and his steady breathing. as much as you treasure this moment, you can't ignore the rising uneasiness in your mind.

"they will kick your ass if they find out that their favorite harbinger is slacking off."

you break the silence as you rake your fingers through his fluffy hair, ruffling it a bit. he always seems to enjoy the gentle touch of yours which alleviates his fatigue.

"shouldn't you be worried about your position?"

childe opens his eyes slightly only to shut them again, purposely ignoring your piercing glare. "i'm actually quite comfortable in this position, thank you."

with that, he has the nerve to turn his head to face your stomach. he thinks your thighs make for heavenly cushions, and he's very, very sleepy. did you wear the perfume he bought you months ago from his trip to liyue? the fragrance suits you so nicely, he sighs.

"be serious, ajax." you pinch his cheek, eliciting a groan from him. "they will kick me too if they realize i'm being a distraction."

"no one's kicking my wife," he answers firmly, voice a little muffled. "they wouldn't dare. and i'm not their favorite harbinger."

you scoff. obviously. you know they wouldn't hurt you, but it's still entertaining to tease him.

"well, you're certainly my favorite."

when you say it, you're able to sense a surge of pride washing over him. with a quiet i know, he holds your waist more tightly.

"now shut up, darling. i'm trying to get a good nap here."

you shrug and decide to carry on with your reading session, letting him do anything he wants for the time being.

that is, before you whisper, "perhaps the second after arlecchino, though...."

the way his eyes snap open instantly in surprise is hilarious.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Childe has the habit of kissing the back of your hand, lifting it gently and pressing his lips to the soft skin. sometimes he'll bow, do a little flourish, or even sweep you up and twirl around just once before propping you back up on your feet. it makes him more gentlemanly, of course, his response when you inquire with a tilted head, that playfully smug grin forming on his lips. a cunning, vicious Harbinger to all but you, the one person he would dance and spin and cradle until dawn. kissing your hand makes for an easy device to tug you gently into an embrace, his head resting against yours and eyes gleaming with adoration.

Foul Legacy doesn't quite understand- courting in the Abyss is a... different- but he loves it all the same, grasping your hand delicately in his claws and bringing it to his masked face. in lieu of lips, he presses his fanged maw against it, closed, perhaps leaving a tiny lick or nip behind if he's cheeky enough. he rumbles with laughter, nuzzling his forehead against yours and pulling you into his lap. more bumps press his fangs to your fingers, your palm, tucking you in and wrapping his wings around you, the most careful and tender of Abyssal monsters.

he doesn't know what the hand kisses mean. but they make you smile, make you laugh, sending his wings aflutter with joy as he continues, for you.

[na0mii03]

When I want fluff fics and all I’m getting is smut

You sometimes just need fluff and not smut.

@tsirxyawntu

[kazusys]

just… childhood best friend childe/ajax who smothers you with love, dating or not, from buying whatever you want to checking all your crushes making sure they’re people you’re safe to go after.

and when he realizes he loves you— the FLIRTING

guys i need to write about this

[velorvm]

if you’re still taking ideas, would you be willing to talk about Childe and fingers? 👀🫶🏻 ily pls have a yummy treat today you deserve it

ohh, hii, thank u sm for the yummy treat!! let's share it together!!

childe is used to battles and sparring and the acts of violence. if his skin meets the skin of another, it's in battle, in a fight, never just for the touch itself, for the way it feels to the participants. so, the way he handles you can be rough, clumsy. his fingers tend to grab you, to dig into your flesh rather than to caress it with utmost care. he does care of course, he just loves the way you feel underneath his touch, to feel how you give into the pressure he puts on, the softness of you. his fingers never leave bruises on you, but he loves finding them and pressing against them ever so slightly and to see how you twitch underneath his touch. loves grabbing your face, your hips and thighs, just everywhere where softness may lay and give him something to properly grab onto. and ofc, his fingers are always on your pulse, reading your heartbeat and the way it races when he's in your presence. your touch is something he begins to seek out more often, too. he's used to people avoiding coming in contact with him, so he almost chases after your touch, his body begging for you to let your fingers glide over his exposed skin. particularly loves it when you cup his face or trail over his throat. the latter especially because he can be so vulnerable with you and practically give you the chance to end him, yet you never do. will pull your hands onto him if he's feeling particularly needy.

to me, childe loves eating you out, devouring you and keeping a part of you in himself. but he will absolutely use his fingers to bring you to the heights of pleasure. either in company with his mouth and tongue, or on their own. he touches you in ways nobody else could have, with desire and need. pulls you at the seams and watches you unravel over and over again. thus he tends to overstimulate you way too easily. he loves watching your reaction and will keep his eyes on you at all times as he moves his fingers just the way you want and need him. in a way, he takes more pleasure in pleasuring you than making you work for his pleasure, so it's rare that you manage to wrap your fingers around him. it only happens when he wants to prove his trust to you, to prove his undying love to you. he offers himself to you fully, makes himself vulnerable before your very eyes and allows you free reign over him, as long as you're content and assured of his loyalty towards you.

fingersucking, he gets way to into it. with absolute vigor. he loves when it gets messy and will leave many long lasting marks on your skin, making you his in every sense of the word. he sucks and licks and bites like there's no tomorrow and will moan as the taste of you covers his tongue. will leave a trail of spit all over you and will caress your skin with his tongue over and over again, dragging it carefully over every inch of you. similar to the above, he won't find pleasure in you sucking his fingers. but if you happen to do it anyway, he's gonna be so mean about it. he's gonna tease you and depending either praise or degrade you. will push your tongue down watching as you squirm underneath his touch and force you to open your mouth wider for him to make a mess out of you. may even spit into your mouth if you're being particularly alluring and pathetic, and he gets ecstatic when he watches you swallow the mix of your salivas.

(fingers)

[maopll]

you just KNOW you're at a disadvantage when you are dating someone taller than you...

it's funny how the universe is mocking you in the form of your huge lover (he's not a giant it's just an exaggeration).

trying to grab the cereal from the top-shelf? Here you go, he hands it to you and then places a sweet kiss on the top of your forehead. Need that book? He's already behind you. You can't see the concert from this distance because the crowd is blocking your view? He's already hoisting you on his broad and strong shoulders. "Don't worry love, I'll do anything for you" so he says with lovesick eyes.

"No! I would NEVER do that to you" where he tries to deny of ever teasing you because of your height. But you know he's just lying considering how he sometimes rests his chin on the top of your head or makes you his personal armrest.

bonus points if you're chubby or just inherently soft ! he will pick you up and spin you around and squish you, like a stress reliever if he's had an especially bad day at work. And will lay his head on your soft soft thighs.

your chest aren't safe either, he will either nuzzle in them or the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent as if it's a kind of aromatherapy for him. in a nutshell, he's smitten.

WRIOTHESLEY, CAPITANO, AYATO, DILUC, IFA, CHILDE, PHAINON, MYDEI, JING YUAN, BEELZEBUB, DIAVOLO, MALLEUS, LEONA, JACK HOWL, SUKUNA (?), SUGURU GETO, GOJO + your favourites !

© 2024 maopll. do not copy, repost or modify my work in any form

[danijaci]

prank gone wrong w/ childe

based on a tiktok audio!

HE FUCKING THAT SHIT UPPPPPPP

[constellationguy]

Lies the Genshin Men say

*little explicit here and there*

Explicit sections: Childe, Dottore-ish, Kaeya, Baizhu

The Harbingers

Pierro: He says he prefers to see you in his colors, mainly blues and black. Truthfully he adores you in red. He can’t keep his hands off you when you wear red. He also buys you anything that’s red, dresses, shoes, lipstick, flowers, all because the color reminds him of you. For events he prefers you to wear jewelry with darling bright sapphires but your jewelry case is filled with too many rubies to count.

Il Capitano: He says he prefers his hair straight and unrestrained. The truth is he will fall asleep if you play with or style his long back hair. Capitano feels the most loved when you are braiding his hair or giving him a scalp massage. When he misses you he braids his hair but he starts at the nape of his neck because his big fingers can’t braid from the top of his head like you do.

Pantalone: He claims he doesn’t care what perfume you wear. This statement is partly true. During galas and social functions he tells you to wear sents that are known to be pricey but not oppressive, expensive and understated he says. However at home he loves your natural sent, with out shame he will set you on his lap and tuck his face into your neck and take a deep breath, it seems like a sigh but he really is smelling you.

Childe: He tells you he loves everything about you equally, but it’s clear that he adores your boobs the most. Ajax loves to hug you from behind and squeeze or caress your chest while hugging you and will whine and beg to let him if you deny him. He loves to burry his head in your chest after a long day. When you don’t wear a bra you can persuade him to do pretty much anything.

Scaramouche: He tells you that he doesn’t care if you learn Japanese or not. In reality his knees will buckle if you call him “anata”, after you two got married. When you speak with him in Japanese he is so much more animated and emotional. His heart swells with pride when you two speak Japanese in domestic settings. Sing to him in Japanese and he will cry and or fall asleep.

Dottore: He claims to be dominant, which he is, most of the time. He will boss anyone around and make them conform to his will, but he will burn the world for you if you wanted. You tell him to jump and he will ask how high. He will also be extra pliant if you tug on his hair a bit.

Mondstadt

Albedo: He tells you he doesn’t mind not having a “domestic” relationship. In truth he loves seeing you play with Klee. He loves when you cook for him. He loves coming home to you, if he could freeze time to stay in those homey moments he would.

Diluc: He tells everyone that he doesn’t play any instraments. However at home he will play the sweetest melodies for you on the piano. His playing is for your ears only. The only other people he will play for is your future children.

Kaeya: He promises you that he will never hurt you. However, he will bite, scratch, and suck on your skin all day every day if you let him. He adores leaving possessive marks on you as well as giving you painful pleasure, the best kind of pleasure in his book.

Venti: He claims to be chill and not possessive at all. But he will stare and scowl at people being flirty with you. He will place his hands possessively on your waist when anyone gets too close to you. He would keep you locked up at home if he could, he just could never share you with anyone.

Liyue

Baizhu: Baizhu claims to dislike your bossiness, but in fact in almost any scenario it kinda turns him on. He loves when you use him for your own pleasure. He loves when you tell him what to do to make you happy or to get you off.

Xiao: He tells you that he doesn’t want anymore people in his life. However, he truly wants a few kids of his own running about, helping him make breakfast for you every morning. The thing he wants most is a family with you.

Zhongli: Not exactly a lie but Zhongli doesn’t like you eating non home cooked food. Any food that isn’t made by someone he trusts, he won’t let you eat. However whenever you’re feeling down or kind of out of it he will order food and bring it home to make you smile.

Inazuma

Goro: He tells everyone who asks that he hates his ears and tail touched, everyone is too rough with them. On the other hand, you’re so gentile with him, when you play with his hair that he can’t help but enjoy when you gently pet his ears.

Kazuha: He will tell you that the world is inspiration. He tells you his poems stem from the sights he sees and emotions he feels as he travels. But in truth Kazuha has not written one poem without you on his mind, you have been his muse and inspiration since you met.

Ayato: He says he doesn’t mind what you wear. But he can’t help but feel happy when you wear the expensive silk sets he bought you. Silk just fits you for some reason. To him silk complements your soft skin perfectly, the smooth reflective fabric just radiants and amplifies your beauty.

Heizo: Whenever he is tired he will go on and on about how he “isn’t sleepy” or how he’s “just gonna rest his eyes.” This man is stubborn when it comes to going to bed. He just wants to spend more time with you. You might have to make him tea and scratch his back while he lays on you to get him to fall asleep without a fuss.

Thoma: He claims to be neither here or there on who cooks meals. In actuality in his brain he cries and begs for your cooking. It could be any cuisine and he will be happy. He just loves your cooking and your adoration especially after a long day of taking care of others.

Itto: Itto tells anyone and everyone that he’s married to you. He just loves you so much and fantasizes about your wedding to much sometimes he forgets you’re not actually married yet.

Sumeru

Alhaitham: He tells you that you can sleep by yourself. In reality you and him both know you can’t sleep without each other. If you’re angry with him and you sleep on the couch you two will end up making up in the night when he comes to pick you up and take you back to your shared bed.

Cyno: He claims to not get jealous often but truthfully he craves your attention and gets jealous when he doesn’t get it. He knows how his friends don’t favor his humor so he gets a little insecure when you laugh at their jokes sometimes. Just know he will be clingy behind closed doors to make up for being jealous of his own friends.

Kaveh: Everyday he tells you that he won’t overwork himself, he will take breaks today. He doesn’t, no matter how determined he is he will not take a break until you make him. On days when he’s stuck in his head you have to visit him while he’s at work or at home so he can come back down to earth here and there.

Tighnari: He will complain anyone who will listen about how he hates going into Sumeru city for one thing or another. However he will be giddy when he goes onto Sumeru City to visit you. While he doesn’t like the city, it isn’t so bad when you’re with him.

Fontaine

Lyney: He claims to love all the ways you touch him. However he does have a favorite, he loves when you scratch and massage his back. When you work through his back with your skilled hands he is a happy groaning mess. After a massage he will be like a napping pile of jello. Cuddles with a now loose muscled Lyney are so heart warming.

Neuvillette: He hates the taste of coffee, that’s a plain fact. However, he can’t help but enjoy the taste of coffee if it’s from your lips. The quick good morning kiss you give him as you sip on your coffee makes his head dizzy instead of disgusted like he normally is at the taste of coffee.

Wriothesley: He claims he doesn’t mind you going out alone or without him. Truthfully you are never actually without his surveillance. He has a tracker on your phone and he sends one of his coworkers to make sure you are always safe.

[ahnaiee]

— Not Just A Friend

[📃] situations where they realize that you are, in fact, not just a friend

[🖇️] Zhongli, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya

[🖋️] Fluff ;; headcanon

[1] an old fic from an old blog

Zhongli

He invites you out to lunch one day

You accept and you two head out to Liuli Pavilion. Lunch paid by Childe /j

Right after ordering, you carry on with talking, Zhongli listening to you with a noticeable smile on his face.

You don’t notice the way he is staring at you, and the way his eyes soften as you talk, too busy recounting the day’s commissions.

He gets a bit carried away with the staring, eye wandering over your face, the food the waiter brought forgotten

The waiter comes by a few seconds later after you ask for a cup of water and while handing you your request, asks you if you are on a date

you say no, flustered, and say that he’s just a friend.

You are too distracted with clearing up the misunderstanding with the waiter, and you fail to see Zhongli frown.

Amber eyes darkened considerably as soon as the word friend left your mouth. Of course, you were too busy with telling the waiter of the misunderstanding, who Zhongli could tell with narrowed eyes was making sure that you were single before asking you out.

A frown played on his lips as confusion blurred his head at the sudden dislike he had at the word.

Strange, he thought. Considering that weeks ago, when you called him a friend, a close confidant, he would feel happy to know that you regard him in such a close way. The title of a friend, to you, someone who even with a smile could make heads turn in the streets of Liyue, made him smile.

But now…

Zhongli looks at you as you take the flower the waiter handed to you, and his frown becomes more prominent, with the furrowing of his brows and the darkened, amber eyes of his.

  Then he realizes. Jealousy. It’s the emotion he is feeling as the waiter flirts with you, as you laugh at the attempt.

  The day passed by, and Zhongli is left with an inkling of his sudden distaste of being called a friend by you.

a few days would pass and he notices the way his heart would beat a bit faster when your around

he notices the warmth in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach, and when he himself addressed you as just a friend, he notices the way the word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth…and the longing to call you something more than that

He realizes

He knows

and he is not against it

Why would he?

its you

he has come to like a person as beautiful, as amazing as you and maybe he had even fallen for you

but that’s another part ;))

Childe

A nightly walk with Childe is a constant thing in your life since you met him

whether it be every few months

or every day in a week

you always go out to a nightly beach walk with the ginger

it's the normal routine

he talks to you, you listen

you talk, he listens

you converse

you laugh together

and then you go your separate ways, bidding each other a good night

Tonight, however, Childe would not help to notice the way the moon highlights your side profile. You look ethereal. Beautiful.

The way your face is so perfectly angled to highlight your imperfections and perfections, your eyes glittering under the moonlight and his breath is caught in his throat.

Your hair is flowing in the breeze, ruffled and messy and he resists the urge to move a stray strand away from your face. His eyes trail down to your lips and he hesitates, mind thinking of how it would feel against hi—

His thoughts are cut short by a nudge from you, a giggle making his heart thump.

Childe looks at you and you give him a raised brow. “Oh, you’re still there.” You say and smile. “Thought I lost you in my random ramblings.”

He laughs. “Your ramblings are entertaining so to think I wouldn’t listen to them is quite rude, comrade.” He gives you a lopsided grin and you shake your head, a smile on your lips.

“I mean, they are good stories,” he continues, kicking a rock nearby. You both watch the stone fly.

“Nice to know you like them, Tortilla man.”

At the nickname, you catch a pout on his lips, and you laugh. “Couldn’t have used a sweeter nickname, [name]?”

You only laugh louder.

The next few minutes of your walk is in silence.

“I really enjoy these walks, Ajax, really.” you break the silence, a soft smile on your lips.

“It helps me calm down after a long day. it’s a good thing you suggested it when you noticed me feeling a bit down, or these routines of ours wouldn’t have been a thing now.”

he only smiled back, blue eyes softening. His smile turns to a grin and he throws an arm over your shoulder to bring you closer to him. “Of course, comrade! Why wouldn’t i? it’s what good friends do.”

he stops.

‘'friend?'’

he looks at you

you with those pretty eyes

beautiful laugh and voice

'oh’ Childe thinks, realization dawning on him

oh

well, friends seem a bit too much of understatement of the feeling blooming in his chest now

he bites back a giddy grin, and brings you closer to him, ignoring your sound of surprise as he hugs you.

Diluc

he realizes this is in the tavern

it was both his shift and yours, with you talking to him and occasionally helping with the drinks while to waiter babysit the patrons

its a normal routine for both of you, where you would take a break and sit in front of Diluc

small talk, silence, or long conversations, is something Diluc finds himself looking forward to every time it's his shift

and every time he stops and thinks about why he gets excited about these small things, he brushes it off as friendship.

Boy was he wrong.

“Hey Diluc?”

“Hm?” He looks up from the drink he was working on, only to be five centimeters away from your face. He looks away and coughs behind his hand. “Do you need something?”

You shake your head and lean back on your seat, giving the poor redhead time to hide his burning ears. “I was just wondering about your hair.” You point to it. “And how fluffy it looks.”

Diluc looks at you, brows raised, and ears unbearably hot. “Pardon?”

“It’s fluffy.” You repeat. “And perhaps silky as well.”

It was silent for a while.

“Do you mind if I touch it?”

Help this poor man, he doesn’t know why he feels like this. 

He stumbles over his words, drinks on the counter, now forgotten.

“I-” He clears his throat. “It’s… alright. You may go ahead.”

He doesn’t miss the way you beam at him, and the way his heart begins to beat a bit faster than normal.

You step down from your seat and practically bounce to stand next to Diluc. He turns around and you start playing with the red locks, marveling at how fluffy it felt.

His cheeks warm, and his heart beats faster.

This is fine, He thinks. It’s a normal interaction between friends. This is fine.

Kaeya, also long forgotten with the drink the redhead was working on before you asked about his hair, lets out a cheeky grin and gives his brother a hum.

“Friends, huh, Master Diluc?”

You were too distracted to hear the blue-haired man, but Diluc was not. He glared at his brother who only shrugged and gave his brother a mischievous smile before turning his attention back to his wine.

The redhead repeats the title in his head. Then repeat it quietly out loud.

He freezes. 

He looks at you, with newfound realization in his eyes

You look back at him, a brow raised. “’luc? Are you alright?”

The redhead shakes his head, a small smile evident on his face. “I’m quite alright, actually.”

“Hm, alright. If you say so.“ You shrug and return your attention back to his hair, braiding it and quietly wondering what hair products he uses.

He smiles. 

Kaeya pretends to vomit at the scene. Inside though, he’s happy for Diluc cuz he hasn’t seen him smile that way in a while.

Kaeya

Both of you are frequently partnered up on jobs as knights.

sometimes in missions given by the Acting Grandmaster

sometimes for patrol

sometimes just to drink the night away in the tavern, much to Diluc’s dismay.

But his feelings are realized while you two are on night patrol outside the city, in the Whispering Woods, and have encountered a bit of a problem.

You hear the crunching of leaves and breaking of twigs behind you and you tense. As the sound comes closer, you glance behind you and relax a small bit.

“Ah. Captain Kaeya.“ You sigh as the blue-haired man comes into view. You turn your back from him again, observing the area with keen eyes. “All clear in your place, I presume?”

He chuckles from behind you. “Now why would you think that, sweetheart?” You roll your eyes at the pet name, “Seeing as you’ve come by the area I’m patrolling.“ 

The man laughed and you finally turned to face him. “Well, am I right Captai-” You stare in shock.

The cavalry captain’s hair is filled with leaves and twigs, and his fur cape is askew. A smile is plastered on his face and his eyes are hazy, as if…

Your eyes trail down to his hands, with one clutching his side. You quickly head to him. “Kaeya-”

“No, no, I’m fine, [Name], I’m-” He raises his free hand against you and took a step back

“-You are not fine- don’t back away-!”

Unfortunately for him but fortunately for you, a tree is what waited for Kaeya behind him. His back hits the wood and you quickly pry his hand away from his side, revealing a wound.

“Oh my- Kaeya! What happened?” You bring out your safety kit and tell him to sit down. He complies. After all, what can he do? As you got to work, you repeated your question, worried lines on your forehead. Kaeya frowns, feeling guilty for being the cause of the creases.

“I, er, got snagged.“ He sheepishly answered.

“Snagged?”

“By a protruding trunk.”

You continue treating his wound. After a few seconds, you giggle, the creases on your brow now gone. 

“The hotshot of the Knights of Favonious, the one who would always tell me that if he gets injured it would be from a large-scale fight, is right here in front me, being treated from a wound caused by a trunk.“ You chuckle. “Oh the irony.”

He raised an amused brow. “Hotshot? You think I’m hot, sweetheart?”

You give him an unimpressed look and press a bit harder on his wound. He hissed and glared at you while you whistled along.

It’s quiet.

Kaeya watches you patch him up and feels warmth in his chest.

He notices the way your mouth is formed to a pout as you concentrate, the furrow of your brows and the way the night sky is accenting your beauty.

He’s captivated, he realizes. But why?

“[Name]?“

“Hm?”

“Thank you for.. patching me up,“ 

You smile at him as you clean up the gauze and bandages. “Oh, you don’t have to! It’s what friends do for friends.”

His smile slightly turns sour, but you're too busy cleaning up to notice. 

“Yeah, friends, right.” He looks away. 

Blue eyes widen in realization and he turns back to you.

Ah. 

He’s captivated by you, once more. 

And now he knows why.

A smile creeps up his lips, “You look quite pretty under the night sky, darling.”

You let out a surprised squeak and gently smack his arm. “What are you saying?!”

Kaeya laughs, the warm feeling in his chest growing as he looks at your flustered face, a soft smile on his lips.

Well, aren’t you captivating?

 ©ahnaiee [do not repost, copy, translate, or modify]

[bunnis-fanfics]

NSFW

“Don’t you want a kiss?”

You whined at him ur boyfriend as he teased you, his fingers knuckle deep in your needy cunt. Today, you were a bit bratty and he was tired of that.

“Please…” you murmured, your lip wobbling. He chuckled at you, curling his fingers to hit that special spot that had you cumming again. “I-I’m sorry… I’m sorry for being a brat…”

This made him coo, and he finally leaned down to give you a sloppy, heated kiss. Finally getting to taste his tongue and feel him explore your mouth and you cumming again, squeezing his fingers.

“I see you’re done being such a brat. Maybe I’ll let you have my cock tonight if you act right.”

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GOJO|| GETO|| TOJI|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| ILLUMI|| FEITAN|| CHROLLO|| KURAPIKA|| EREN|| ARMIN|| REINER|| ERWIN|| LEVI|| DILUC|| CHILDE|| YOUR FAV

[shujichii]

your husband had a very convenient advantage over you.

and that would be picking you up— whenever and wherever.

falling asleep anywhere other than your bed was never an issue, not with him around. because rest assured— your very strong, very responsible and very devoted husband, has made it his mission to pick up his beloved wife and deliver her to safety and comfort.

you fell asleep on the couch while reading a book or watching a movie? no problem, he had already anticipated it. cue him carefully picking you up bridal style, grip firm but gentle, your head comfortably cradled against his chest. then, he'd start walking to your shared bedroom with slow steps— but not before staring at your sleeping face for a moment with a painfully tender gaze and pressing a featherlight kiss to your temple. everytime you woke up, you would find yourself neatly tucked in bed with him holding you close to him or simply gazing at you in quiet awe, like you were the very embodiment of beauty itself. (to him, you were, even if you disagreed.)

now, that's not the only place where his strength came to use. whenever you decide to act stubborn and bratty, you'd best be prepared for a pair of large, steady and warm hands to suddenly settle themselves on your waist, hoisting you up over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. he'd go on about his day just like that as if he didn't have a living, breathing, adult-sized human creating a fuss over his shoulder. he'll only put you down when he feels like it. or maybe if you manage to bribe him with some affection… (spoiler; it always works.)

another time would be when you're feeling particularly lazy to get up from bed in the morning. you don't want to get up? that's fine too, he'll let you latch onto him like a koala— your arms lazily looped around his neck, legs around his waist, and his hand keeping you steady while he casually takes a sip of his coffee with the other. that's his life now. happy wife, happy life.

however, there was also a time when he had you questioning your entire existence. you were standing in front of a drawer, very much distracted by an item in your hands. it just so happened that your husband needed to get something from the said drawer. his solution? extraordinary. lift you off the ground by your waist, relocate you to the side, get his drawer business done and casually go on and about with his day. you only processed this a minute later and he had no idea why you kept on staring at him like he had personally rewritten the laws of the universe itself.

long story short, he loved picking you up— even during times when it was unnecessary. why? because he simply could. and also because it was the perfect excuse to have you in his arms yet again.

♡ nanami kento, kamo choso, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, geto suguru, fushiguro toji (jjk), sylus, zayne, xavier, caleb (lads), wriothesley, alhaitham, neuvillette, diluc, itto, kaeya, childe, zhongli (genshin), rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, tomioka giyuu, himejima gyomei (kny), ukitake jushiro, kuchiki byakuya, kyoraku shunsui, kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, abarai renji, hitsugaya toshiro, jugram haschwalth (bleach), hatake kakashi, uchiha itachi (naruto), your favorite.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33