#childe drabbles

[anantaru]

childe seeing his s/o with a kid ( siblings, cousins, etc ) and he’d be all dazed and soft

when they get home he would tell them “what if we had our own?” “let’s have a kid” 😞😞😞😞😞

cw. childe wants babies with you, gn! reader

childe with a baby fever and the strong harbinger without a single doubt shed, cannot possibly hide his excitement for the life of him. he watches you play with teucer, all day long, how you cheered boisterously and it made him not far from rippling of happiness.

your bright, flashing eyes were all it took for him to silently call you over, without his brother noticing, and in the blink of an eye childe trapped you in between his broad, homely arms, "you‘re cute." he smiles against your ear, his hands, ever so carefully cascading up and down your body.

you chuckle back, playfully rolling your eyes but your face burns regardless, pretty much one of the many things he'd do that would twirl you into a flustered mess, all sense of self control slithering down and changing expression, "you‘re cuter." although frankly, there‘s only so much teasing and playing around you can muster yet when such compliments came from childe— receiving them from him, your welcoming reactions cannot be missed by anybody.

"what if we get our own?" he was getting very interested in the proceeding, and so were you. it's not like you haven't thought about having your own family with ajax, while it was quite surprising that he would mention it just like that, without missing a beat yet so awfully random that it fit him so very well. his hot, comforting breath was shadowing over the nook of your neck, a sharp intake of air following suit.

the man nips at your ear, just with his lips, as you sputtered and struggled to find the right words. but you must say something, you want to tell him that you desired starting a family with him as much as he seemed to be— and butterflies spread around your stomach as you turn around to face him at last, making up your mind.

"you mean it?"

at your simple yet meaningful response, childe feels like he was on top of the world, conquered the various nations around teyvat and was made its undying king. an intoxicating thrill was taking him hostage, if you so demanded it he would immediately start putting your wish to play, placing it upfront his duties, yet before he scares you away, he listlessly hoists his palm up to cup your warm cheek.

"i mean it."

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[wrixthesley]

𝑮𝑨𝒁𝑬 | 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑨

warnings: dubcon, stalking, yandere childe, alcohol consumption, facial, blow job, fem reader, degradation, cum eating(?), snowballing, breath play

wc: 4.1k

a/n: im baaaaack, also this is for @jozhenji ily bitch mwah

You hate Snezhnaya. 

The cold that bites at your cheeks, the way your bones ache if you stand outside too long, and how blinding the snow can be on the days where the sun is the brightest. You hate holding onto candle light to maneuver your way down the hallway of your house, only to hear talk of the Fatui growing in size and manipulating more people into joining under the harbingers from the neighbors that stop by to chat in front of your door late at night. 

“They each have their own agenda.” One of them says, as if that’s supposed to justify their actions, like they’re not all connected in some way.

“Did you hear Ajax got into another fight?” 

“Again?”

You hate him. Ajax. You hate how he always needs to be the center of attention.

You hate his laughter, his gaze, the way he starts fight after fight and how he doesn’t care if his father cries or threatens to send him to the military. You hate how he knows so much, how he thrives off of the adrenaline that runs through his veins when he knows he’s won, when he can taste it, feel it in his hands and configure it so that it adds fuel to the fire burning brightest in his chest. It’s the one of the only times his smile reaches his eyes.

You hate that it’s the same smile when he looks at you. When he thinks that he can barge in on your walks to get firewood, or when he finds one of your siblings and walks them home. He only wanted to make sure they would get home safe, he swears. 

 If Ajax could put his pride on a pedestal, he would. He would bellow in letting people watch as it grows and swallows everything in its path to take up more space, thriving on the marvel painted on people’s faces who pass, who watch as he leaves the small village of your hometown to join the Fatui. It shouldn’t have come as a shock when he was recognized because of his ability to fight. 

You think about the time that he went missing for three days causing a search party that grew so rapidly in size because his father is a respectable man, it hurt to see how little he slept. It hurt your community to see him attempt to console his other children. 

It hurt even more when you were the one Ajax showed up in front of first. 

You were looking out to the horizon, the firewood that had been collected by your side, stopping to enjoy the hot stew you had prepared for your siblings in the thermos that had been carefully wrapped to protect it from the bitter temperatures. It wasn’t exactly as hot as you expected but you welcomed the few seconds of warmth brought to your lips. It’s comforting and while looking out to the horizon, you make a silent promise to yourself to move to a nation that is always sunny, where the winds are warm, and the waters are blue. Something that would help your soul feel weightless in contrast to your current surroundings. 

When the forest is covered in snow you can hear everything, the branches that fall under the weight of the ice, the crunching of footsteps when someone passes by, and even the curses of the men who were fetching more wood for their wives; tired, exhausted, and numb. 

That day he came back, you didn’t expect to hear him, much less see him. 

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You knew his voice, whipping your head around so fast because you never heard his footsteps approaching. His nose was bleeding, staining his mouth and shirt. “It’s nothing compared to you.” He smiled after wiping the blood off his nose and mouth with his sleeve, watching you in awe of how relieved you must have been when he showed himself to you.

He stumbles forward a little, laughs, “Hey, I lov-I’ve loved you from the moment we met.”

You’re the last thing he sees before he blacks out. 

Years have passed since then. You watch when Teucer and Tonia come running by with their new toys, how much easier it gets for his father to take care of himself when he’s promised that Ajax is okay and the financial hardship doesn’t consume his very being. It’s hard not to smile when Teucer looks up at you with a toothy grin, begging you to play with him again. 

You’ve never been able to tell him no, even though he has the same eyes as his older brother. 

-

You feel uneasy when Pulcinella knocks at your door one evening.

It’s routine for him to visit Ajax’s home, he is the one who offered him the position in the Fatui, you knew he had good combat skills but never would have guessed it was enough for him to be recognized as one of the harbingers. His name is no longer familiar, replaced with Tartaglia. He erases the name given to him, fully accepting his role.

You open your door for him, it would be rude not to answer when the mayor comes to your door. 

He smiles gently at you, it does nothing to relieve your nerves, makes goosebumps run down your spine and you will yourself to meet his gaze and return a smile that you would never call your own. 

“For you.” 

You let him place the box in your hand, it's rectangular, flat, and wrapped beautifully. It makes your stomach drop when his hand touches yours, you can feel a letter slip in between your hand and his, it reminds you of when your grandmother would place chocolates in your hand when you were a child. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, mouth dry and lips chapped from the unexpected visit. He nods, leaving you and waving goodbye at Ajax’s family. 

You set the box down next to the fireplace, you can hear the crackles from the wood engulfed in flames, it makes you feel less lonely at night. Now that your siblings have gone and left, you’re left to take care of the house your parents had left behind. 

You carefully unwrap the bow that sits on top, folding it neatly beside you. Your palms are sweaty when you peel back the wrapping paper. The outside is revealed with the name of an expensive boutique known for the intricate patterns of beautifully displayed lingerie. 

You stare at it in disbelief, the measurements are your size down to the millimeter, you feel like screaming. Like locking yourself in your home, blocking out the windows and doors so that no one, no one else could ever invade your privacy the way that he has. 

The black lace is decorated with hints of glitter and the satin lines it feels so, so fine. If it were from anyone else you would be enamored, delighted to wear this for someone that you held feelings for, but the only thing you feel is fear. 

You remember the letter that was placed in your hands. 

You wish you hadn’t opened it. He only speaks of the past, how he never got to tell you how grateful and happy he was to see you after he had been missing for so long.

When you returned home with Ajax, he was different, asking how many days have passed to everyone that came to visit him during his recovery, contemplating how time passes differently where he was in. When you would see him, you had reassured him over and over that it was three days, though he argued it had been three months. He used to make you retell the story again, and again, and again going over the most miniscule details until you were in tears telling him that it’s all you can remember. 

You throw the box and letter into the fire, watching the flames consume it all. You spend the remainder of the night fitting whatever parts of your life that you could in a suitcase. 

You leave the next morning. 

-

Your life in Fontaine is calmer than back home, you’re near the ocean and you bask in the warm windy hills during the day or dive into the ocean once you’ve finished your work at the small little dress boutique in the middle of the city. 

Your boss teases you about one of the Gardes that have caught your attention when he patrols, you even sparked up a conversation about your favorite flowers you’ve encountered in Fontaine. 

“Romaritime flowers!” you exclaim, “They’re beautiful. They look so pure in and out of the water.”

He places one in your hands the next time you meet, promising to take you on a proper date when he finishes patrol. 

You assume the bouquet of them at your front door was from him, assume that you would see him that night when you closed the boutique and assume that he would ask where you would like to go next. 

You spent that morning getting ready for work. Donning one of your favorite dresses, it compliments you well enough to make you stand out, but still allows you to work comfortably. It’s something your boss had given to you when you first arrived in Fontaine, the excuse was that you also needed something when you would go out. How else would you fit in? 

You cried at her kindness, something you had not encountered in years. 

You finish work that night, assuring your boss that you would close up. She gives you a hug, tells you that she wants to hear all about it when you come back after your day off. 

The clouds start to darken when she leaves. You hope it’s only temporary. 

- 

You imagine this is what heartbreak feels like. 

To trust someone with your feelings so easily only to be faced with the hard realization that they didn’t seem to care about that trust to begin with. The rain, which you hoped was short lived,  only rubs salt in the wound. It’s pouring, your shoes are in your hands and your dress is stuck to your body. You waited for two hours after the boutique closed for him to come by, you waited another hour after his patrol ended. You finally left after ten more minutes, when a young woman knew the look on your face and offered you her umbrella. You politely declined, assured her that you would be okay. 

In the end you’re left disappointed, cold, and wet. It reminds you of the numerous times you would come home from the harsh snowfall in Snezhnaya, greeted with silence when you stepped foot into your house shivering and attempting to start a fire. You hated it. 

You ignore the stares from couples strolling the night, instead focusing on the cool pavement beneath your bare feet, how the rain feels somewhat cooling to your face and how you can hide your tears. 

It’s better this way, to only rely on yourself. You’re all you have after all. 

When you return home, you toss your shoes outside to dry. Slamming the door behind you and begin struggling to peel off your dress because the fabric is soaking wet and it’s stubbornly sticking to your skin. You curse when it doesn’t come off, panting and pulling it over your head, you step on something sharp, cursing again when you finally throw your dress off and the tears threaten to spill. You curse and throw the dress into the corner of your living room. 

You’re left cold, shivering, and only in your bra and panties when you look at the blood from your foot. You begin to cry. 

Your gaze then follows the trail of broken glass on your floor, the pool of water leading up to the broken vase of the Romaritime flowers.

“Do you let others stare at you like this?” 

Your blood runs cold. You remember the same feeling back when he found you staring out into the horizon all those years ago. 

He places a hand over your mouth, holds you flush against his chest when he sneaks up from behind you. “Shh, s’kay.”

You can’t scream, you squirm in his hold, kicking and clawing at his arm holding your face. He thinks it would be fun to allow you to think he’s off balance. 

You shift all your weight onto him, hoping that in the fall you’ll have enough time to run, to hide, to fight. You could run to your neighbor’s house, the nice little old couple that lives behind you and hide in their garden until you’re safe. You wish you were safe, you wish you were home sooner. Oh fuck, if only you hadn’t waited for so long into the night. 

He grabs your wrist before you’re able to move, bringing you back to him. You force yourself to find strength to move, to be able to turn around and face him. He anticipates this, he spins you around like a dancing couple would. 

He laughs once and you stop.  

You no longer want to look, you can only see the boy who was missing smiling and complimenting you with blood running down his nose, you remember the lingerie he sent when you were still in the village, how your stomach dropped when the mayor knocked at your door. 

Nothing compares to this, to the goosebumps littering your skin when he peers down at you, blue eyes that don’t ever leave your gaze and make you feel like you’re drowning in the sea waters that surround Fontaine. 

“I was waiting for you” he whispers, peppering your face with kisses while you stand there, frozen. It’s similar to the time when he collapsed in front of you, only this time you can’t find the words to scream.

It’s funny how this time he’s found you. Your poor attempt at hiding from him is amusing. 

“Missed you so much” he continues to kiss you, makes his way down to your collarbones and doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees to kiss the softness of your stomach or the tops of your breasts that are exposed to him. 

“Should have locked you up you know? You ran from me, took me forever to find you.”

“Ajax” you whisper, the tears that sting your eyes are threatening to spill. “Why are you here?” 

You hold in a sob, you know why. You’ve always known why he was enamored by you. 

“Does it matter?” he breathes, shifting his position so he is behind you again, kissing the tears off the side of your face, watching how your breathing shifts when his cold hands touch the bare skin exposed to him. 

“Had to pay that Garde off really well. He wasn’t cheap, you know?”

Your heart breaks further, the sob you were holding building into your throat. “You’re so worth it though, pretty little thing. Look at how I found you, fuck, you missed me too didn’t you?”

He’s guiding you to your couch, laying you down while he towers over you. You feel nauseous when you feel his hardening cock through his pants, “look at you, look at you!” He laughs again, another bout of tears flowing down your cheeks, hot and heavy. 

He leans down to kiss you, you turn your head but Ajax isn’t opposed to using force to get what he wants, you know this. You’ve always known this. He takes your face into his hands again, squishing your cheeks together like he did before except his gaze is demanding, icy, and bitter. 

“Kiss me back” 

You oblige, letting him press his lips against yours and slipping his tongue into your mouth. You flinch at the roll of his lips, clutching at his shirt when he groans into your mouth. He mistakes this as want, giving you more until you’re consumed by him, his presence, his scent, his touch. 

He breaks away to let you breathe, smiles at the string of spit that connects both of you and how your eyes are hazing, even though he can’t tell if it’s from crying or from how dizzy he’s made you when he kissed you. 

“Let’s celebrate” He’s off of you before you can register what he said, grabbing a bottle of one of Mondstat’s best wines. He’s unceremonious, rogue even, when he pops the cork off and takes a drink straight from the bottle before dipping back down to kiss you.

He didn’t swallow much to your surprise, he let the wine pass from his mouth to yours. Pulling away to watch your face scrunch up at the taste, “s’good” he slurs, taking another drink and swallowing this time.

“Here.” He’s pulling you to sit up, he’s so fast it’s hard to follow what he’s thinking, what he’s doing. He’s taking another drink again, it’s smaller this time, more like a sip that he thinks is adequate for you. 

He doesn’t let you pull back, his hand is on the nape of your neck making sure you can’t escape his intensity. You try to keep up, letting his tongue enter your mouth and swirl with his. It’s so sloppy, so hot, and sticky that it makes your head spin. He only gives you a break to drink more wine, to make you both drink more. 

He keeps giving you more and more, loves when you get weaker and you don’t protest as much anymore. When you whine and start anticipating the alcohol from his mouth to yours, it makes the taste more bearable and your thoughts aren’t as loud in your head. 

The wine keeps spilling from the corners of your mouth, leaving a little trail of purple-red for him to lick up to. He’s sucking at the skin of your neck, finding your pulse point so easily. His teeth nip at your skin, you don’t mean to lean into him, the alcohol is making you slow to react. He swears he hears a small moan escape your lips when he nips at the sensitive skin again. 

His hand slides down your chest, feeling your tits through the fabric of your bra, it’s still wet. 

“Ajax” you slur, “wanna wait” you say. He looks at you, he notices the tears again. You feel them spill, you’re cold. You cling onto him because at least he’s offering you that sliver of comfort. 

“Wait?” He repeats, licking a tear off of your cheek. 

“Why would I wait when I know you want me too?” He whispers in your ear, his hands unclasping your bra in one go. His touch is cold, similar to how it feels when you first go into the sea. Your body has to get use to it, it starts to warm up and you feel like you could swim and float for hours. 

It’s the same with his touch, the cool tips of his fingers warm up the more he squeezes. He likes the sound you make when he pinches at your nipples, he takes one into his mouth, sucking and licking. Groaning when he hears the little whimpers you try to hold back. 

He makes his way back up to your lips again, grabs your hands that are clutching at his sides to guide them down to palm the shape of his cock through his pants. 

He’s dreamt of this for so long. 

“Oh fuck” he pants, his breath hitting your lips before he’s kissing you again, his tongue feels like he’s lapping into your mouth getting as sloppy as possible as if you’re going to vanish again. His tongue rolls over yours until he’s aching, cock throbbing for attention. 

“Hey, feel me here.” He pants, eyes red rimmed and the blue of his irises brighter. You feel like you could drown in them. 

He takes your hand and holds it in his, tossing his vision on your table. He’s undoing his belt & pulling his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. 

He wraps your hand around the base, guides you in how fast and how much pressure to place around him, when he lets go of your hand you can feel him looking at you. You’re focused on the length of him, how heavy and hot he feels against your hand. 

You feel like crying again. You oblige him because at least he’ll leave you alone sooner, you’re just another thing for him to win over, to declare victory before he gets bored with you and moves on to this next challenge. 

“More fuck, please more” he pants, hips stuttering into your hand. You can feel the sticky, hot precum that coats the tip of his dick and now your hand. You look up at him and see that he’s got his head tipped back, moaning about how hot you are, how good you are, how he’s thought about this since you saved him. Since you found him, how he’s been in love with you since he found you looking out into the horizon. Even before, he’s been in love with you since the beginning, since he saw you. 

“You owe me this.” he breathes.

“What?” 

He laughs again, the same one that haunts you. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know. I had you watched wherever you went, I made sure your siblings got into the school they wanted, fuck I even followed you here.” 

He takes your hand in his, knows that your hand is coated in his pre cum, takes one of your fingers and licks it up the length. His eyes ever leave yours as he does. 

“You should thank me.” He deadpans, cock still throbbing and hard when he stands up at full height. 

“Thank me.” He repeats the length of his dick is on your face, rutting against your cheek until the tip meets your lips. 

“Yeah, that's how you should do it.” He smiles, the one that meets his eyes. The genuine one. 

He’s holding on to the back of your head before you can move. He doesn’t care if your hair is messy, it's almost dry now. He takes your hand again, planting it onto his thigh for leverage. 

His grip returns to the base of his cock, tapping the tip on your lips again. 

You don’t open your mouth, new tears building up in your waterline. He shows no remorse for what he’s doing, no concern, he thinks he deserves this. It’s the least he deserves for what he’s done for you. 

He pinches your nose, catching you when you part your lips to shove his length into your mouth. 

You cry, struggling to breathe at the pace he starts at. 

“Woulda been so gentle to you if you would have been good, fuck.”

He seethes, eyes rolling into the back of his head when both of his hands are holding your head to match his hips. Your nails are digging into his thighs, your strength unmatched for how you try to push yourself off of him as he pulls you forward on his length. He can’t handle the hot, wet, tightness of the back of your throat. 

“Fuck yes, more, more, more” he chants, pinching your nose again to see you panic when you look up again, he loves you like this. When your chin is covered in spit and tears and his balls hit you with every rut of his hips. 

“God, gonna paint your fucking face, slut. Gonna cover you in my cum so you can never forget who you belong to” 

You can feel that he’s getting close, he grants you grace for only one second before he’s holding your jaw in his hand again. 

You take in gulps of air, coughing, and crying while he forces you to look at him. 

“Don’t run from me again.” He seethes, forcing you back down on his length. 

He’s ruthless this time, uncaring for the way your eyes can’t focus, or how you look like you’re going to pass out. You’re vision keeps going in and out, you can hear yourself. How you choke and gag around his length how he curses with each “ack. ack. ack” of his dick hitting the back of your throat. 

“Gonna cum—shit”

He pulls you off, using one of his hands to keep you in place while he jacks himself off with the other. 

“Say it, say who you belong to.” 

You can’t understand, hazy vision threatening to go black. 

“Fuck, say it and I’ll cum. I’ll cover your fucking face and never leave you. You understand? You’re mine. “

You don’t know what he’s rambling on about. You want to plead with him, talk this out and let him know he could pursue someone else. 

“Ajax” you rasp. 

“Yeah? You belong to me don’t you? Oh fuck—“ 

He groans, doesn’t hold his voice back, calling you all sorts of names but mostly that you’re his, his, his. 

His cum on your face should be enough to prove it. He looks at you like a masterpiece, taking his finger and dragging it through his cum and putting it into his mouth before kissing you. 

“Don’t let anyone else see you like this.” 

[ayaboba]

ONE MORE KISS

summary: them asking/getting another kiss

ft. childe, kazuha, xiao

childe

his head is in your lap, gazing into your half awake eyes with his equally tired ones, a lazy smile adorning his face as he gently traces your face.

“i’d like another, please.”

the hushed whisper is tempting, that’s undeniable. traces of longing outline his relaxed facial features as you see him fight the drowsiness, the last strings of stubbornness prevailing. it doesn’t last the longest, a content sigh and smile escaping as you brush your lips against his.

kazuha

“could i, by chance, have another one of those?”

kazuha’s delicate voice echoes throughout the dark and silent storage room of the crux, supposedly innocent and tender. he’s just close enough to touch, to embrace the comforting arms that have held you through countless times. but he doesn’t make a move, leaning against the wall, awaiting your response.

“perhaps i should add a ‘please’?” kazuha adds, now advancing a step closer, his eyes not once leaving yours. soon, he’s face to face, suddenly so close.

“then please, could i have the luxury of your lips on mine once more?”

xiao

did you do something wrong? no, it couldn’t be that. then, why was xiao watching you so intently? it was a bit weird, and daunting, to say the least.

xiao, and his intense gaze, picks up on your unusual behaviour instantly. he’s confused for sure, but seeing you repeatedly touching your lips, has turned his into mind a complete mess.

“why do you keep touching your lips? they’re pretty, so don’t worry.”

you turn, just as confused. “you seemed off after i gave you a kiss. i thought something was wrong.”

xiaos face is deadpan, as if you saying that had caused him physical pain. shaking his head, he lets out a soft laugh. barely enough to be heard, like what he says next.

“i just wanted another one.”

relieved, you pull him closer, placing a quick kiss just enough for him to be asking for more.

[angelbvnny]

Nap Time

Gn!Reader, sfw

This was originally gonna be head cannons but it turned into little drabbles?

Tartaglia, Wanderer, Kaveh

Tartaglia

Naps are quite an often occurrence with you and Ajax. Being a harbinger is very demanding. He's always pushing his body past it's limits. So by the time he arrives home, he's ready to pass out. You know when the day's been a particularly hard one when your normally lively over the top boyfriend enters without a word.

He will head straight for you, sneaking up from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, letting out a sigh of relief. This has happened enough for you to know what he needs. You turn around giving him a light kiss on the lips. "Wanna take a nap?" His tired dark eyes stare at you for a moment before nodding.

As the two of you lie down he instantly clings onto you, tightly holding you in his arms. His hands are grabbing onto the fabric of your shirt. You can see as he slowly relaxes and his shoulders loosen. A smile appears on his face before light snoring can be heard. He's out within minutes.

I hope that you got everything done before this because you'll be stuck here until he wakes up. But you can't be upset when you see the peaceful look on your boyfriends face as he cuddles you <3

Wanderer

Scara doesn't get tired easily, so naps aren't too often with him. It's usually you that wants to take one. And he always agrees to it because while he will never admit it, he will do anything you tell him to, not without complaining about it of course. But in the times he does initiate it, it's more for intimacy purposes rather than actually resting. Because it's hard to say what he wants! In fact he would consider it to be humiliating to ask you to hold him.

Speaking of being humiliated, even asking to take a nap is difficult for him. So instead he opts to follow you around the house until you get the hint. Any time you turn to him asking if he needs anything, he simply shrugs and stays silent. He does get frustrated when you don't figure it out though (even though it's basically impossible to know what he wants) so he starts to sigh. But you still don't get the hint. So then the sighs get louder, and grow longer.

So you ask him for the nth time what's wrong, and by this point he can't take it anymore and tells you "Take a nap with me." Oh. Was that all? You're relieved he's not actually upset over something. It's actually pretty cute that he went so far just to ask you to take a nap with him. So you wrap up whatever you're doing and lay down with him.

He insists on being big spoon, holding you against himself. But somehow as you are sleeping he always manages to end up being cradled in your arms by the time you wake up. Whether it's intentional or not you aren't sure, but you choose not to mention it to spare him the embarrassment, and if it is intentional, you wouldn't want him to stop. You're glad Kuni feels safe enough to be that vulnerable with you <3

Kaveh

Kaveh has absolutely no respect for his sleep schedule. More often than not he will be up the entire night working on his latest project. So by the time evening comes in the following day, he's in dire need of a nap. And you're always ready to take one with him :)

He will come home from the Akademiya, immediately searching for you. When he finds you, he will moan and groan, talking about how exhausted he is and how he simply can't do anything until he recharges with his darling! He'll put his hand on the small of your back, urging you to the bedroom. He's already quite a needy boyfriend, but when he's tired, he NEEDS you. Needs to see you, touch you, hold you. Just to be with you.

Absolutely loves being little spoon. Don't get him wrong, he loves cuddling no matter how you're doing it, but something about being held by you makes his whole body relax and mind go empty. He specifically loves laying his head against your chest. Between the warmth from your body heat and the blanket he's snuggled under, he is OUT.

If he wasn't already, he instinctively grabs onto you when he's sleeping. Holding your hand or gripping your shirt. Kaveh has a surprisingly strong grip when he's unconscious. He just wants to get closer to you. Closer and closer and closer.

[monocaelia]

lingering touches

their touch, softer than the petal of a rose, grazes your skin; a silent "i love you." aka intimate moments shared with them.

feat. childe. diluc. kazuha. thoma. xiao. zhongli.

genre : fluff

note : this is for you kitty <3

❀ CHILDE

it's rare for childe to stay in for the mornings as fatui business is always calling for him. he's a busy man, what can he say? being a harbinger isn't all fun and games, especially when all of his free time is taken away from him and he hardly gets any time to visit home or visit you.

so mornings like this, where childe gets to sleep in with you, are something that you cherish as much as you can.

you're up before your lover, a rather rare occasion considering how light and little he sleeps. the birds sing their morning tunes and the gentle crashing of the waves against the harbor fill the silence in your shared bedroom.

your tired eyes gaze at the sleeping man in front of you. it wouldn't be long before he noticed that you weren't sleeping as well and would wake up, but you hope that he stayed asleep for just a while longer. he deserves it.

his lashes are long and rest against the skin underneath his eyes, hiding the deep blue ocean that hold so much love and adoration for you. freckles dust your lover's face, showering his pale skin in faint spots across his cheeks and nose and to his bare shoulders. if you could, you would kiss every single one of them in hopes that he could finally feel the love that blossoms from your chest for him.

subconsciously, your fingers trace the scars that line his muscular arms; a reward for every single battle that he has won. you remember the early days when you had just met him when he would come to you all bloodied and bruised. you had scolded him for being such an idiot for fighting until he was nearly on the edge of death, but he had simply stared at you with a triumphant smile on his face.

childe is an idiot, really, who acts without ever thinking about the consequences when it comes to his body and his endurance. but you suppose that's part of his charm... or lack thereof.

your lover stirs beside you, causing you to pause your fingers on his freckled skin. the deep blue ocean stares back at you, sleep evident in his gaze and in his fatigued smile.

childe mumbles a sleepy "morning" to you before leaning forwards to steal a morning kiss from you, much to your dismay. your finger blocks his lips from nearing you any further and you feel the pout pressing into your skin.

"sorry, lover boy, but i don't want to kiss you when we both have morning breath," you tell him, holding back your laughter when he visibly deflates. "instead, how about this?"

you gently press a kiss onto childe's nose, watching in delight as he brightens up from your affection. fits of laughter escape your lips when you feel the harbinger kiss the tip of your nose in return followed by a flurry of kisses that dust your cheeks and the side of your head. your hand buries itself into a sea of orange when your lover nuzzles himself into the side of your face.

the remainder of your morning is spent buried in each other's arms, neither one wanting to move and ruin the peace that remained in the safety of your shared bedroom.

❀ DILUC

despite the rumors floating around about how the uncrowned king of mondstadt had grown colder throughout the years, you refused to believe so. it's easy to be swept up in the thoughts of the general public, their hushed, gossiping whispers flood the streets regardless of where you go.

but you know diluc. you know how socially awkward he really is and how much idle small talk makes his skin crawl. sometimes, you purposefully initiate small talk with him just to see his frown deepen. it's funny knowing how something so harmless can bother the wall of stone that you hold close to your heart regardless of how many times he denies it in public.

it's especially hard to agree with those rumors when every night, when your lover has finished his nightly routine of surveying the grounds of mondstadt, diluc comes home and nearly collapses from exhaustion into your arms.

your fingers skillfully undo his ponytail and slip the mask off of his face before they delve into his fiery strands. his hair is surprisingly soft and the smell of his shampoo wafts into your senses, herbal and earthy with a hint of grapes, though you suppose that comes from his line of work.

you nearly coo when your lover melts into your touch.

"long night, huh?" you ask, brushing your finger against his cheek. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, causing a soft chuckle to escape your lips. "that bad?"

diluc doesn't answer and instead tightens his grip around your waist. you laugh again, but ultimately decide to push the topic to the side. there's no use in forcing him to talk.

"i'm glad you came home safe, dear," you whisper into his hair and press a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "i love you so much."

again, he doesn't reply. but you feel the soft, loving press of his lips against your neck; a silent way of telling you that he shares the same sentiment.

❀ KAZUHA

although kazuha was a rather new addition to the crux, nobody seemed to mind his presence on the ship. rather, his help to the crew has been greatly welcomed and captain beidou had become even more boisterous when he slowly began to open up.

the soft glow of the moonlight casts the crux in a gentle, silvery glow. you gaze out into the open sea at the horizon where the cerulean waves meet the twinkling stars.

"i thought i'd find you here," kazuha's soft voice is carried with the wind, startling you. the wandering traveller steps beside you, leaning against the railing and meeting your gaze.

there's a moment of comfortable silence that settles between the two of you, neither making a move to say anything and choosing to enjoy each other's company in the silence of the night. the gentle rocking of the boat eases your mind.

"are you sure you're ready to return to inazuma?" you ask, shifting your gaze from the sea to his. solemn ruby eyes meet your gaze, and although he was smiling there was a hint of sadness to it.

"nobody is truly ready to face their traumas, but the wind always guides me to my next path," kazuha shifts his gaze up towards the moon. "besides, my friends are calling for me. they need me, and who am i to deny their request for help?"

your heart leaps to your throat at his selfless words. truly, the wandering traveller is filled with surprises that render you speechless.

"kazu-" your words are cut short when the crux is hit with a particularly big wave, shaking the boat and causing you to lose your footing. the railing is just a bit too far for you to hold on to, much to your dismay, and you close your eyes, preparing to meet the wooden floor that makes up the crux's deck.

however, the scent of maple surrounds you and an arm quickly wraps around your waist. instead of the hard flooring, you're met with a warm chest and kazuha's shocked expression a mere inches away from your own.

he's beautiful up close; such a dainty and pretty face that contrasts the muscular arm holding you close to him and the firm chest that you're held to. his eyelashes are long, you notice, and his eyes are widen open, much akin to a small white rabbit that you've seen before in the woods.

it is then that something clicks inside the traveller's brain and he steadies you back onto the deck. he pulls away from you and you already miss the warmth that was shared between the two of you just moments before.

however, you don't miss the way his hand lingers around yours; the ghost of his touch brushing against your skin every now and then for the remainder of your time shared on the deck of the crux.

❀ THOMA

the bustling streets of inazuma city aren't ideal for having a brisk walk through, especially when it's time for the morning markets and all the aunties are rushing through the city streets to get the finest and freshest produce before they're too late.

...which so happens to be why you're here this fine morning. you had wanted to go shopping with your lover for some time now, but this wasn't exactly what you had in mind. you suppose spending time with him regardless of what you two were doing would be fine... if you hadn't gotten separated by the swarm of people rushing to shop in the morning market.

you huff, tracing your finger against the wooden table outside komore teahouse. trying to find him amidst the swarm of the elderly folk would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack; a really handsome and lovely needle in a haystack of old people, and it would be nearly impossible for you to shove through a sea of old people.

you've tried it before and it didn't go well. all you can remember from the last time you tried to do that was nearly causing a scene and having to fistfight an elderly auntie because she thought you were cutting in line for the freshest vegetables in the stand in front of you.

you sigh, eyes looking up ahead in hopes of seeing your lover come and rescue you from the komore tea house.

"oh! there you are!" the familiar timbre of thoma's voice perks you up immediately and your eyes quickly find your blond boyfriend jogging towards you with groceries in his hand. "i've been looking everywhere for you, i'm sorry we got separated."

"i'm just relieved you found me. i don't know what i would have done if you left to the kamisato estate without me," you joke, but the both of you know you would have cried if he left you behind.

"luckily for you, i know how to solve this problem so we won't ever have to be apart again," thoma announces. soon after, his free hand slips down towards your own. the warmth of his palm encases your own and his fingers intertwine with yours, squeezing your hand slightly.

your lover sends a warm smile your way before pulling your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss along your knuckles. he lingers there for just a moment before pulling away, much to the dismay of your erratic heartbeat hammering against your chest at this moment.

❀ XIAO

the distant chirping of birds fills the space surrounding the lone yaksha and his lover. the sun shines brightly overhead, its rays hidden in between the leaves of the gingko tree they rest underneath.

eyes of gold peer down at your sleeping face, taking in every detail of the peacefulness that lies on your visage.

he finds it funny, really. your original plan had been to force the lone yaksha to take a nap after overhearing that sleep hardly ever comes to him. the determined look on your face never wavered, not even when your hand encased his wrist and dragged him towards the elevator of the wangshu inn.

"sleep is useless for an adeptus like me," xiao tried to argue with you, but you weren't having any of his excuses.

"oh hush, you. even gods need to rest once in a while," you bicker back, sending your boyfriend a stern glare. "besides, liyue isn't going to end up in flames because you decided to rest this one time."

and yet, despite your efforts in trying to get xiao to rest, you ended up being the one to succumb to slumber underneath the swaying gingko tree. your head rests against xiao's lap, lips slightly parted as peaceful dreams drift behind your closed eyes.

you're beautiful, xiao muses to himself, even when you're past the realm of consciousness.

he finds himself smiling at the mere sight of you, at the mere thought of you possibly dreaming about the two of you. was it selfish of him to hope that you were? did he deserve to have a place beside you in both reality and the world in your subconsious?

the yaksha doesn't know the answer to that, but he knows where you stand in his own heart and how important you are to him. you, the few who showed him compassion despite his many attempts to push you away to ensure your safety. you, who welcomed him with open arms and tended to his wounds when he nearly succumbed to the sweet embrace of death after the tolls of his karmic debt was too much to bear.

xiao's hands carefully move to cup your sleeping face in his hands. his hands that you love to hold and kiss despite the blood that has tainted him. his thumbs gently rub at your cheeks, caressing the skin with so much fragility.

he loves you so much, sometimes the weight of his heart overwhelms him when he is with you. the heart is a heavy burden and it's one he doesn't mind bearing if it's with you.

❀ ZHONGLI

excitement flutters in your chest as you slip on the attire you've prepared for this evening. there has been a play that you've been dying to see for ages now and luckily the heyu teahouse was hosting the event for the showing of the play, rather they were going to perform it themselves.

and fortunately for you, your doting lover had reserved a spot near the stage just for the two of you to enjoy.

when zhongli had given you the news regarding the reservation for it, you nearly kissed that man to death. leaping into his arms, he barely had enough time to catch you before you were smothering his face in the kisses he deserved.

your fingers smooth the fabric of your top before reaching behind you to fasten the remaining buttons of your shirt.

however, your lover beats you to it. his gloved fingers gently nudge your fingers away, then begin to button them for you. your skin flushes when his fingers brush against the skin of your back.

"there, that should do it," the low timbre of zhongli's voice rumbles against his chest. warmth fills you from head to toe when you feel his lips against the shell of your ear, a soft kiss pressed onto your skin and another to the side of your head. "are you ready?"

you turn around and face your lover. he's handsome, more so than he usually is. his hair is tied back in its usual ponytail, but he has a hairpin made of pure cor lapis that ties a part of his fringe back; a gift from you months ago on your anniversary. he's smiling at you with the warmth of a thousand suns.

"before we leave, how do i look this fine evening?" you ask him, showing off the outfit you chose for this specific night.

you had expected him to just laugh and compliment you, as he usually does. but his lips part slightly, then close as he changes his mind on what to say.

zhongli takes a step towards you and one of his hand comes up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. however, his hand lingers beside your face and instead cups the side of your face, gently cradling your jaw in his palm. his thumb brushes against your cheek, pulling you forward to press a light kiss on your forehead.

"you're just as beautiful as the day i fell in love with you, my dearest," zhongli coos. "even the brightest ore fails in beauty when compared to you. should there be a day we part ways in this lifetime, your light will guide me to you once more in the next, my sweet dove."

[2-dsimp]

Hi! I really liked your yandere merman childe story! Can you do a part 2 where childe successfully fulfills his quest with the sea witch and finally meets his human darling but his darling doesn’t love him?

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The Little Merman (pt 2!)

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Yandere merman! Childe! x lifeguard reader

Cw: yandere tendencies, murder, gore

Taglist: @ci-apeacefulgift @welcometodemonschoolfan @josephswifey @eatalyy @macwithnocheese @creampuff01

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For the past few weeks strange occurrences have been happening within the sandy sands of the beach you’ve presided over as it’s watchful lifeguard. Apparently there’s been sightings of a certain creature lurking around the outer coastline as if they’re waiting for a chance to strike. And due to that baseless speculation by the time you’ve arrived at your destination, the beach was completely filled to the brim of curious tourists that wanted to see what all the buzz was about.

Making your way through the crowds of people to your safeguarding tower. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the amount of responsibility that weighed heavy on your shoulders. Dreading that people would try to do something incredibly idiotic all because of this potential creature they believe to be lingering around underneath the calm waves.

You truly prayed that todays shift would be one without any casualties as per usual but unfortunately your prayers happen to go unanswered. As a multitude of silenced screams that went unheard underneath the congested waters began to increase within every few minutes.

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Childe was gnawing on a heart he had ripped from the chest of an unsuspecting human man who ventured too far out into the sea. Watching with listless eyes as the human’s body sunk down into the oceans depths along with the other few corpses he’s mutilated as per what was required of him for the ritual to succeed.

He couldn’t help but get so excited from the blood polluting the water. Feeling as if he was on a field day because the fresh smell of death reminded him of the times he fought in the name of the Fatui. Which always gave him a rush euphoria coursing through his cold veins. Although He did wish that they’d struggle more against him but other than that he enjoyed preying upon the humans.

“Phew one last bite~ Well down the hatch!”

He chucked cruelly as he chomped down the last bits of the heart which still pulsed within his bloodstained webbed clawed hands. Chewing the mass of muscle throughly with his sharp teeth he then gulped loudly letting out a satisfied sigh of relief.

If he had known ahead of time that the ritual to become human would be so easy he would’ve done it ages ago. So that he could’ve finally started acting on his primal impulses to take you, his precious little lifeguard as his very own mate.

Ever since the Sea Eldritch Witch told him what was needed to make the ritual work Childe began acting out on his plan to knock out all the sacrifices in one go. Not wanting to waste another moment without you not within his clutches.

Childe knew what he was doing by purposely letting himself be seen by the pedestrians. He knew that the main thing that’s always driven humans was curiosity of the unknown. So Childe used that to his advantage by giving anyone who happened to be looking his way a small teaser of himself being the terrifying creature of the sea that he was.

What he didn’t expect was the bait he casted out to reel in such a feast for sore eyes. He’s never seen that many humans congregating on the beach before. But nonetheless he took it with a grain of salt and proceeded to take advantage of the opportunity and decided to knock out the first four sacrificial pawns he needed for the ritual to work. Although he messed up a few times he eventually got it right since there was no need to fret over the shortage of humans.

Now all he needed to do was eliminate whoever you held dear. Surveying the area from a distance so that he wouldn’t be spotted. He tried looking for the person who seemed to be of importance to you.

To be completely frank Childe couldn’t wait to find out who the lucky bastard was so that he could have some “fun” one on one time with them. The bloodthirsty merman couldn’t help but want to act upon the whispers of violence nipping at the crevices of his twisted self consciousness. Whenever he’s thinking about how anyone besides himself would count as an precious existence to you.

I mean could you blame him? When you’re the one who’ve got him ensnared by your charms. Planting your entire being within his blackened heart just like a persistent weed making him unable to comprehend a world without you by his side.

“Soon we’ll be together I’ll make sure of it sweetheart~ Very soon…”

He cooed taking a moment to admire your perched figure. With drool skidding down the corner of his lips with every depraved fantasy of finally making you his with no other obstacles in his way of preventing that from becoming a reality. All he needed was the the catalysts that’ll act as the key to unlocking the barrier between you and him.

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“Haa it’s so hot I feel like melting …”

You muttered underneath your breath, sinking in the safe guard towers chair. Trying to stick to the shade provided via beach umbrella. While still being attentive trying to keep track of the bundles of half naked bodies crowding the waters and the beach as best as you could. clutching onto your board tightly in any case you’d need to take a quick dive into the populated waters.

Suddenly you get a phone call. Reaching out you grabbed your phone taking a slight peek at the phone caller ID. Only to find out that you were getting a call from Xiao one of your closest friends since childhood. You weren’t supposed to be on the phone during your shift but since there was a mass of people it wouldn’t hurt to take the call since everyone seemed to be preoccupied and not in immediate danger of drowning.

“What’s up Xiao you need anything?”

There was a brief moment of silence before he answered in a gruff voice.

“Hey we’re coming down to the beach to check up on you in 10min just giving you a heads up…Stay safe”

The phone call ended abruptly within 5 seconds after he said his piece. But You couldn’t help but smile since you knew he kept the call short as to not get you in trouble. Assuming that Xiao would be bringing along the rest of your close knit group of friends you couldn’t help but become eager.

‘In 10min huh? It’d be nice to see them again’

You thought joyfully with a carefree smile unaware of the murderous merman eyeing you like a hawk searching for any indication of that one person you hold dear so that he can finally complete the ritual to become human and make you his.

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To be continued in Pt 3 👀

A/N: I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for dear anon but I plan to draw out the tension and make this into more than a two part series (^◇^;)o

[paw-padss]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH！

ft. diluc, childe, al-haitham, baizhu

summary: nothing quite says I love you than baking a cake with your lover that says that exact thing in frosting, right? (bake a cake with them, afterwards telling them that the cake is for them!)

A/N: thought i would up the production quality a bit! i literally spun a wheel to decide if they would be good at baking or not so if u think it's ooc don't blame me blame the wheel (100% blame me /hj)（´-`）HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYY :333

notes: hidden relationship in diluc's, all established relationships, no dialogue, gn reader, alhaitham is bad at feelings

DILUC wasn't the kind of guy people approached often; his large frame and serious face made him seem frightening and intimidating. So when you, the new intern, confronted him at his desk with the idea of baking your baking partner for the valentines office party, your coworkers were surprised at your bravery, even a little scared. Of course, they would never come to the conclusion that you and Diluc had a more intimate relationship than what is revealed at work. Diluc had been approached by many people in hopes of being his partner, but to no avail. So they were even more surprised when their seemingly distant boss said yes. Guess it turns out Diluc was actually much more cordial than he ever lets on.

DILUC was the last guy you expected to be bad at baking, but after watching him in the kitchen, with ingredients scattered around the counters and a mysterious concoction in the mixing bowl, you couldn’t help but be very worried. The aroma, or rather, stench, that filled the kitchen was very strange. Like burnt vanilla with bitter frosting. The fire alarm had gone off at least twice, and by the end of it, both you and Diluc looked like you were the mixing bowls. Flour, water, and pink frosting decorated both you two and the marble counters. All that stood was a burnt heart cake with the words 'I love you' in what was supposed to be pink icing. Naturally, when you tell him the cake is his gift from you, an anxious expression appears on his face, and rightfully so, is that cake even edible? Well, it's the thought that counts, right?

AL-HAITHAM was generally known for being critical, observant, and very skilled. One thing he was not known for, was his social skills. So when his fellow researchers heard that he had an arrangement for the afternoon, they were surprised to say the least. You had asked Al-haitham to bake a cake together, and he had no real reason to decline. After all, he had nothing better to do than help his lover with something they’re passionate about. That’s how you show affection! (or so he’s been told.)

you stood in awe. Al-HAITHAM was diligent and committed to his task, you shouldn’t have expected any less. Of course everything had to be in order, the ingredients were neatly placed on the counter in order of usage next to the mixing bowl, and he had decided that you two would alternate between task. By the end of the whole ordeal, the kitchen was left better than how it was and what was left was a cute vanilla cake with the words ‘I love you’ written neatly in frosting. I guess you two really do make a great team. When you tell him that the cake is for him, of course he’s very appreciative, even a bit taken aback, he wasn’t completely used to the feeling of receiving romantic affection, but he just looked at you blankly, before saying thank you very curtly. Of course his mates will try to tell him off later for being ‘too serious’, but who is Al-haitham if not serious?

CHILDE was known by many for his alleged proficiency in many skills. So naturally it makes sense that you would ask him for his help to bake a cake, and how could he say no? It's just baking a cake, how hard could it be? not to mention he would baking with one of his favorite people in the world!

Turns out, hard. You and CHILDE had made a mess of the kitchen and had no desire to clean it up. Flour, sugar, extract, sprinkles (where did he find sprinkles?), and other mysterious liquids littered the counter along with your aprons. At least the cake looked almost edible. The whole thing was basically raw dough shaped into a heart with a sad attempt at pink decoration scribbled on the top, a meek 'I love you'. When you told Childe that the cake was for him, his awkward cough was enough of a reaction before he doubled over in laughter. At least your love held together better than the cake.

BAIZHU was known for his great medical skills and attention to health. But that doesn' t mean he doesn' t mind enjoying a treat from time to time, so when you asked him if he wanted to bake a cake together, he happily accepted. Nothing makes his day better than being time with you, the more time he gets to spend with you, the better.

Doctors are clean and organized, which would explain the nature of the kitchen that you two stood in as you watched as BAIZHU guided his hands, careful and full of technique, around the counter top. Turns out he didn’t even need the recipe book, and he bakes for qiqi on many occasions. The cake looked like something out of a pinterest board, perfectly cut edges gracefully decorated with pink icing, and a graceful ‘I love you’ scripted in the same color. When you tell him that the cake is for him, he smiles and suggests that you share it, together. it’s to be expected that Baizhu would want to do something romantic like that (if that’s the case, then why does your face feel so hot???).

A/N: i've been told my haitham is lacking a soft side, but YOUR a soft side!! hope i didn't disappoint (╥_╥). kindaaa struggled on baizhu ending sorry i hit a brick wall （ーー；）

[dear--mars]

07 Hating you?? — happy day 3!!

tartaglia x f!reader

Hating you??

masterlist -- prev | next

since childe was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, he thinks money can solve everything

the gang can actually give good advice when need be

[name] grew up poor so she thinks money she didn't earn she doesn't deserve

Synopsis -- In which a girl who had been played by Cupid refuses to be fooled around with anymore. That was until the love devil in one last ditch attempt sent you the school’s rich playboy. Caught in a string of lies, rumors, and fame you end up fake-dating but what happens when you realize he’s not who you originally thought…? Author's notes -- i dont wanna go back to school *crys* Taglist is open -- @hanilessa @duckyyyx @boywxonder @ynverse @ahnneyong @wonderland-fan @yelleloww @wisteriaa-heree @sukunasrealgf @yuminako @korunimi @rain-and-a-nice-nap @rodrickseyelinerr @kiokiee

[byizoyas]

genshin impact ; hcs

sfw. ✩ single!parent reader (neutral gender) brings their child to a date with them.

a/n. ✩ k/n stands for kid name so you decide what it is. reader is neutral however kid is calling the parent mommy. kid is also gender neutral. also the date is not the first which is why the boys are so comfortable w reader.

featuring: childe, itto, alhaitham.

CHILDE

childe loves kids. and he’s good at dealing with them. he hid it from you on your first date, not because he thought you’d lose interest but he didn’t see the necessity.

he told you he had younger siblings though and the way his eyes sparkled when talking about them made it clear that he loved them.

so when your babysitter said she couldn’t watch over k/n today, you found yourself forced to bring them with you but didn’t think it’d be a problem.

a few days ago, childe had given you the address of a park near his apartment. he told you how the view was breathtaking and that you just had to see it so you agreed.

and there you were, parking your car on the street, a dumb smile on your lips just at the idea of meeting with him again.

you really did appreciate him, and if you were to get in a serious relationship with him, then you might as well reveal him the existence of your child right now.

it was respect. the minimum, especially since you’ve already met several times and there seemed to be some sort of bond creating between you two.

‘y/n, over here !’ you heard his cheerful voice from afar. he walked towards you, a hand in the pockets of his jeans and the other holding his phone.

he showed you the screen, where your last conversation with him was displayed and giggled. ‘was about to text you.’

his eyes were glued to your face and at this point you even asked yourself whether he saw your kid clinging on to your right leg.

‘yeah sorry for being a little late. i had a problem with my babysitter so… i’m introducing k/n to you.’

your heart was beating fast. for some reason your body was telling you that this was a mistake and that you shouldn’t have brought the kid here. not today, not like that.

lots of thoughts that made you slowly dive in fear; fear of being rejected. of course you’d be quick to move on, that man wasn’t yours and you weren’t even in love to begin with.

but as you started to overthink the whole situation, the man before you disappeared from your sight, getting on the kid’s level.

‘nice to meet you k/n. i’m childe.’ he handed out his hand for the kid to take, but since your four year old baby was not really talkative, he hid himself and didn’t take the hand.

‘mommy..’ they whispered, gripping harder on your pants, as if asking you to take them into your arms.

‘oh i’m sorry.. they’re a little shy.’

childe got back up in a second, not forcing any more interaction with the kid and instead looking back at you. his face was relaxed and the smile on his lips genuine when he spoke up again.

‘it’s alright. they’ll relax around me later, i hope.’

childe’s face got closer to yours, slowly going for your lips, and gently caressing your back.

he did make it clear how he had the intention of being more than a random flirt to you. and to see him care so much about your child reassured you, melting your heart.

ITTO

itto was exactly the type of guy to make you believe there were still some good ones. he was fun, sweet and genuinely caring about your well being

you met several times already but for some reason you didn’t manage to tell him about your kid. you weren’t especially afraid of breaking what was between you two but you needed to wait for the good moment to do so

but in the end, the day where you’d have to tell him wasn’t one you chose because you were forced to bring k/n to your date after your sister let you down at the very last minute

‘y/n hey !’ he shouted from his car when seeing you. he laughed and gave you a soft gaze when telling you he’d park further and join you right after.

‘mommy who is that’ your kid was 6 already and of course they couldn’t resist the urge of asking any question that came to their mind at this age.

you sighed before looking back at him. ‘this is a good friend. his name is itto. to that the kid only shrugged. you both waited a few minutes before seeing him coming to you.

‘hi y/n, looking beautiful as always !’ he shouted.

his natural enthusiasm was always fascinating to you. you couldn’t even remember a single time where itto wasn’t like that; happy and fun.

that part of him was making him look cool to children you thought. you even saw it yourself during the past few dates you’ve been having together.

‘hello itto.’ your child spoke.

he was pretty comfortable towards people but rarely making the first step; especially with adults so you had to admit you got a bit surprised.

itto looked back at the kid before patting his head gently and your child groaned as he kinda messed his hair up. ‘hi buddy. how you doin ?’

to that the kid nodded his head yes, ‘good.’ he only stated before speaking up again ‘mommy says you’re a good friend.’

‘a good friend..’ he started before drawing his attention back to you ‘so they’re your kid ?’ he asked just to make sure even though it seemed pretty obvious judging by the way they called you.

‘sorry about that, my sister couldn’t watch over k/n anymore so i figured it wouldn’t bother if i took him with me today.’

itto laughed. a beautiful laugh. he caressed your chin softly. ‘it’s alright. we’ll have a nice day, perhaps even better.’

he smiled at you and focused back on your kid. in the end he didn’t really pay much attention to you. of course he still stared at you sometimes, and he was still full of affection for you. but he pretty much spent the whole day playing with the kid.

you didn’t mind it though. to see them getting along that well was reassuring you in a way. because now, you definitely knew itto wouldn’t let you down and perhaps he could be a good stepfather for your kid.

judging by the way he seemed so happy to play with them, you figured out you still stood a chance to get with him in a relationship.

ALHAITHAM

first of all alhaitham is a very busy man so finding a day where you were both free was pretty hard and in the end it happened to be a weekly day

since he suggested an afternoon together you thought you wouldn’t have to worry for your kid since he was at school

but it turned out your child was sick and of course, the teacher called you to come and get him and this was the way you had to announce alhaitham on your third date that you had a kid

‘is anything wrong ?’ alhaitham asked when you pulled the phone away from your ear.

you heaved a slight sigh. it was pretty embarrassing to announce it like that; because now you only thought about his reaction and perhaps he’d think you tried to hide it from him.

of course you were going to tell him about it. the feeling with him was super intense; and it seemed to be reciprocated since alhaitham texted you back after your very first dates.

‘yeah. i have to go and pick up k/n at school because they’re sick.’ you said.

alhaitham frowned. then he questioned you.

‘who’s k/n ?’

you looked away for a second and then back at him as you announced him the existence of your seven year old kid.

alhaitham’s face remained stoic, cold even. and you started to think this was not the man you thought he was. because if he wasn’t ready to accept and care about your kid; you couldn’t be with him.

but as the many thoughts we’re starting to give you a headache; he gave you a really slight smile. ‘i’ll take you there.’ he said, taking your hand in his and guiding you towards his car that was parked not too far.

‘please don’t feel forced, i will go alone it’s alright.’ you were a bit embarrassed since your kind was still stuck on the idea that he didn’t like the news of you having a kid already; but in fact it was his way of making you understand that he had no issues at all with this situation.

in the end, after he insisted, you agreed to let him drive you to the elementary school.

you got inside alone while he was waiting for you in the car. he would never admit it, but he was kinda nervous because he really did like you and well; he didn’t want your kid to despise him. so when you got back to his car, opening the door for your kid to get in; he smiled and turned back at the kid.

‘do you like mcdonalds?’

‘yeah duh. who doesn’t.’ the child replied and you stared at them, widened eyes thinking of how rude he sounded.

‘i’m sorry. he’s a bit straightforward.’ you sat back next to alhaitham, whose hand caressed your thigh in a gentle way. ‘he reminds me of a younger version of me.’

‘ew.’ you heard the kid groan to the sight of his parent getting hit on by a stranger he only just met and it kinda made alhaitham giggle. he for sure didn’t expect your sophisticated date to turn into this: him, buying fast food for your kid while you glare at him because the kid was sick.

but deep down you knew he only wanted the kid to feel comfortable around him and you truly hoped this was because he intended on making you his official partner later.

little did you know, he was only waiting for the moment he’d take the two of you to your place to kiss you and making things official.

[mnoaeiu]

I feel like Childe’s toxic trait is he never apologizes after your arguments… like he may be the one who started it but he doesn’t really seem so apologetic due to his pride and ego? And in the end, you’re the one who says sorry instead just so he would talk to you again and the tension to be resolved.

But then you got fed up and mentioned to him that you’re so tired of always being the bigger person and you want to break up with him. For the first time in your relationship, he kneeled, he begged, he apologized. Childe, whose pride and ego seems to be his priority, asked for forgiveness. He promised that he will work on it, that he will do anything just so you would not leave. Seeing him so helpless and brokenhearted behind those teary eyes set a pang in your heart that convinced you to stay.

You know him. He would not break a single promise. He couldn’t. If he needs to turn the world upside down just so he can fulfill a promise he made, then so be it.

And so, Childe became a better person because of you.

[vampyirr]

breeding w/childe!

childe who fucks you so hard and doesn’t stop after you cum for the umpteenth time. he’s determined to get you pregnant no matter what. even after he cums he still keeps fucking you, pushing all his cum back into you. he knows your sensitive and he is too but childes a family man.

[arroelin]

— how they grab your attention

fandom: genshin impact

characters: xiao, childe, kazuha

genre: fluff

<first genshin post!! just some short drabbles i wrote last night after spending 60% of the day artifact farming> 

XIAO lets his fingertips brush over your hands softly.

The touch is subtle, but it never fails to send tingles through your body by the way it lingers on your skin.

He never wants to be burdensome, but when his body reaches subconsciously towards you, the startled look you give him and the small reassuring smile that follows make his doubts melt away.

You look into his eyes as you intertwine your fingers in his and pull his body closer to yours, showing him that you crave his attention just as much.

CHILDE sneaks up on you from behind with strong arms that pull you away from your work and into his chest.

He relishes in the small gasp of surprise that you let out and the way you squirm against him.

When you turn around and your eyes meet his, he feels his heart beating out of his chest and a thrilling surge of excitement rush through his veins.

And the moment you smile after an exasperated shake of your head and throw your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, you and him both know that you won’t be finishing your work anytime soon.

KAZUHA gently places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it softly to grab your attention.

He stays quiet so as to not disturb you more than he already has, because simply being a comforting presence is enough for him.

When you look up at him with an apologetic gaze, the small smile he offers tells you that he’s content just watching you work.

His heart swells when you place your hand over his and offer a squeeze in return— a silent exchange that lets him know how grateful you are for his company.

[masuchu]

“𝐅𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐃𝐎𝐂” [GENSHIN MEN]

how do the genshin men treat you when you’re sick? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff

characters. zhongli, childe, albedo, al haitham x f!reader

love, masu. AHH I’VE FINALLY GOT AROUND TO WRITING FOR GENSHIN !! i’m going with a new layout too 0.0 tell me what u think :D this isn’t proofread btw !!

— 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 ‧₊˚

this man :(( he’s so baby, he’d be so good at taking care of you !!

he’ll let you pick a flavour out of his prized collection of fresh teas, making it with such care and saying he made it perfect for u <3

he definitely will overreact a little bit though, every time you do so much as move, he’ll be all over you like a rash, telling you that you can’t do that, let him.

he’ll be A okay with you staying in bed all day! in fact, he’ll encourage it. he’ll even move all of his work up to your shared bedroom so that he can keep an eye on you just incase !

if a situation occurs where he has to leave, he’ll leave everything in perfect reach for you, putting some snacks in the draw next to you, leaving tea on the table by your side.

he’ll tell you that you are forbidden to leave the bed while he’s gone because he’ll return fast and he wants you to recover, but lets be real, u’ll probably do it anyways <//3 (he’ll know)

kissing him is a maybe. it all depends on how well you can woo him with your puppy dog eyes (spoiler alert: u do that very well!)

he honestly just wants to see you happy and healthy again, he hates seeing the one he loves cramped up and sniffling on a bed :((

with the help of him and his old fashioned, almost wive tales to heal you, you’ll up and working in a day at least ! (he’ll still be weary, of course!)

“darling, please let me do that.” zhongli lightly pushes your hand out of the way, taking the button of your shirt into his own and doing them up with care.

“zhongli, i can dress myself!” you whine, but albeit standing still like a child as he helps you,

“no you can’t, you’re ill.”

“yeah, but i’m not gonna die.”

“you might.” you roll your eyes at his antics, sighing as he doesn’t let up, continuing to dress you with ease. he must sense your mild annoyance, as his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb stroking it as he looks into your eyes,

“please just let me take care you, love?” he stares at you so lovingly, clearly just trying to get you to let him help you, but you still fall for it..

“..okay.”

— 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄 ‧₊˚

this man. he just takes it as a chance to tease you, saying stuff like “aw, you’re sick? need your super strong boyfriend to help you, babe?”

if you haven’t either kicked him out of the room or glared at him yet, then he’ll stay and keep you company until you need anything. he’ll stroke your cheek and keep an eye on you, sometimes letting out little teases when he gets restless

he does get bored quite easily with how tired you are, poking u every 5 seconds asking if you’re feeling okay yet.

also HATES the fact he can’t kiss you, he’ll get up all close and personal in ur face and make kissy noises, pouting when you tell him he’ll catch it >///<

as much as he’s super annoying, he knows what to do in these situations. he has siblings and they have undoubtedly gotten a fever before (looking at you teucer !)

his healing methods might be a little bit … childish, but he insists they work!! you aren’t really in the mood to say no, so i guess you have to down the 3 spoon fulls of the strawberry medicine with a bottle of warm milk …

“ajax, baby. how old am i?” he pouts when you say that, and it takes everything in your body not to laugh at him in your frilly apron with a pan of warm milk.

“hey, don’t knock it till’ you try it! it always works for teucer..” he fiddles with the spoon he’s holding, settling for pointing it at you like an annoyed mother (a role he strangely fits)

“i have tried it before. when i was five.” he doesn’t answer you this time, just sticking out his tongue at you and grabbing a mug from the cupboard, pouring the milk into it. once he’s finished, he wraps an arm around your waist and carefully places the mug in your hands, acting as though any fast decision will cause you to drop the mug and die

“please just have it, you’ve taken your medicine right?”

“yes, babe. i’ve taken my three sachets of strawberry flavoured liquidised sugar.”

“hey—!”

— 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 ‧₊˚

oh god.

now, he wouldn’t be bad at looking after you, in fact, he’d be a bit too good. he uses your illness as a chance to test out some of his new experiments, which is probably not your preferred method !

he’ll be all over you, constantly asking specific questions like “how has your mood and general resting feeling been since i gave you that medicine?”

some of his concoctions taste very strange, but you aren’t going to complain in your state

once he comes to his senses after a bit of nagging, he’ll stop worrying about his work and get into bed with you, genuinely making sure that you’re okay and taking your temperature.

if you beg a little, he’ll let you look through his sketch book !! beware, it’s all you <33

he’s so hh i love him :((

i have a feeling that he makes AMAZING tea, the perfect sweetness, milkiness and temperature. he’s such a malewife ugh

“how’re you feeling, love?”

albedo places the back of his palm of your forehead, mild concern laced over his features. you’re both cuddled up underneath your warm, fuzzy blanket, a position that took some begging on your part— the risk of albedo getting ill too always there.

“still bad ‘bedo, i think the medicine from earlier helped though!” at that, his face lites up a bit, and you sigh. here it comes..

“yeah? rate the feeling on a scale of 1 to 10, be specific.”

he looks at you questioning, and you giggle at the curious look in his eye.

“i don’t know. let’s just sleep instead of working, kay?” you smile whole heartedly, and he thinks that somebody must’ve shot him right in the chest.

“okay, love.”

— 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 ‧₊˚

ah, the only relatively normal man on this list—

i’m kidding !! but seriously, he’s second to zhongli in how well he cares for u, he hates seeing you weak and unhappy, even if he won’t admit it <3

will put you on a clear ban from doing basically everything. no kisses, no getting out of bed, no moving, no making food, no working and so on … you have to get better !! even if it hurts him !!

at first you hate it, but he cups your face and asks you sweetly “please, love?” and your sold .

he is a perfectionist through in and through out, and he’ll make sure that your medicine is taken at 8 am sharp. yes, he knows it’s gross, but the doctor said to have it every morning.

he’ll ruffle through his boxes to try and find any old remedies he’s learnt on his travels, you’ll be in tip top shape in no time !

he’s only a man, he’ll try hard to say no to your soft paws at his clothes and whines for him to cuddle with you, but he’ll inevitably fail </3

“.. baby, what are you doing?” you watch curiously as your lover gets on his hands and knees, digging through old looking boxes underneath your bed.

“i’m looking for a recipe. it’s a remedy from an old friend from liyue, apparently it cures small fevers.”

oh, what a cutie. you smile fondly at him as he sticks his tongue out in concentration, squinting at a piece of paper in his hands.

“ah, this is it! hm, i have all the things listed, i’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

“kay, honey.”

a lovesick feeling pangs in your chest as he quickly strolls out of your room, almost stumbling round the corner. you really are lucky, huh? you just hope that you get to return the favour someday ..

© masuchu, please do not repost, plagiarise, take credit for or translate my work anywhere !! do not copy my themes !!

[angelbvnny]

Hello hello hello hihihi i read your "nap time" fic thing and i really luked it and i saw your requests were open so so can i request childe with a black cat personality type reader? Like they give off an intimidating vibe and dosent talk much but when theyre with him they get ao affectionate and clingy coz they feel safe with him<3 (but still gets flustered easily) reader still dosent talk much but shows that they love him through physical touch and gift giving :D

(Sorry if this was long TT)

Childe x Black Cat Reader

EEEE this is so cute thank you for the request! This is also my first request so i hope you enjoy <3

Sfw, gn!reader, fluff

You're a rather intimidating person. It's not like you do it on purpose, but your natural resting face is off putting, and you aren't one to initiate conversation. So you can imagine everyones surprise when they see someone as sociable and outgoing as Childe hanging out with you. Let alone have his arm draped around your waist!

Although the two of you couldn't be more different, Tartaglia loves you more than air itself. And he gets weak at the knees knowing you feel the same about him. He finds it so endearing how you cling onto him any time he's over, and how flustered you get when he reciprocates :) he also finds it very cute when you buy him little gifts you think he'd like. His once rather barren room now filled with little reminders of you.

But his favorite thing that you do is when you visit him at work! Of course only on days when he's working on paperwork in his office, he would never want put you in to any kind of danger. But despite what most might think, these are the hardest days for Tartaglia. Being stuck crammed in a room with nothing more than to read documents and sign papers, it drives him up the wall! He becomes more irritable by the minute, feeling like he will snap at any moment.

That is until you arrive :) and he feels all the tension and stress in his body dissipate as soon as he sees you. As you close the door he pushes his chair back, opening his arms to you. You don't waste a second hopping in his lap, holding him. On these days you're always sure to bring him a meal with plenty of nutrition to keep him fueled for the rest of the day. As the two of you share the meal, he tells you all about his day so far as you intently listen <3

I had so much fun writing this! It helped me get out of my writing block ^^

[p-antomime]

hmmm kiki may i ask you to elaborate on this childe being a sister fucker thing? ngl got me interested 👀👀

of course i can and will elaborate on this, hold on, hold on !

childe is a sister fucker if it means making ayato kamisato angry! if he goes to bed with the youngest sister in the Kamisato family who is not ayaka, he practically kills two birds with one stone: he gets a pussy to use whenever he feels like it and also lets ayato know that for the first time in a long time, childe has won the imaginary tug-of-war between the two of them.

what can ayato do besides opening the door of the house for ajax when he arrives with a bright smile and his eyes glued on you coming down the stairs? absolutely nothing, besides kicking his knee under the table when you are all having dinner.

but, going back to the moment ayato didn't know about it yet, childe would almost always ask you to meet him at his house or would stop in front of yours using the car of some friend, maybe pantalone or capitano, to take you to the same address, after all: nothing was better than fucking you in mating press in the middle of his bed and waking up the next day with you sleeping like an angel without even knowing about the fingerprints and bite marks that ajax left all over your body yet; childe likes to be fully aware that you are his until further notice.

childe is a sister fucker who makes you get with your head down and ass up ready to bury himself in your pussy — which he always brags about how "tight 'n small" it is with a honeyed, blissed out tone — while your phone is glowing with the screen indicating that ayato was calling you wanting to know where you are, it was after 11:00 at night!

childe is such a good sister fucker that he would call you on the days ayato was too suspicious and make you touch yourself in the middle of the night after convincing you that "it wouldn't make you any less cute to him" and that "no one but you needs to hear your fingers going in and out of your pussy, no one needs to know how wet you get just listening to his voice".

childe is a sister fucker who takes you on dates in the summer, but asks you to wear sundresses because it's easier to send you back home on wobbly legs with fingerprints on your thighs and his cum dripping out of your panties — and it was okay if you ended up wasting some of it: childe is a good enough sister fucker to take pictures of you all exposed for him to keep in his wallet or pocket with the writing in permanent pen on the back of "my cutest Kamisato" and the drawing of a heart on the side.

childe is such a good, such a nice, such an intense sister fucker that someday he would want to fuck you on top of ayato's bed because he knew that the smell of sex would be impregnated in the walls and that it would be just the beginning of him going more and more to your house with a cocky smile on his lips that always contrasted with ayato's contorted face in irritation, after all: how dare ajax give himself the freedom to fuck the youngest sister in the family? ayato knew that childe was lewd, but not to that point.

in short: childe is such a good sister fucker that he would lose sleepless nights just pumping his cock, fisting it furiously while listening to the innocent and cheerful audios you sent him during the week, thinking of the next time he could fuck you while ayato thought you were at a friend's house.

— genshin impact masterlist.

[monocaelia]

feat. roommate childe

note : this is just a tiny brainrot because i needed to get this out of my head or i would have exploded haha....

your roommate... was undeniably handsome.

you couldn't refute that even if it would have made his head bigger than it already is. your other friends had always gushed to you about how lucky you were to have such a pretty roommate, but you brushed their comments off. even if he was attractive, he wasn't your type.

messy orange hair that always fell in the right places despite how he slept, a single dimple in his cheek when he grins at his fullest, freckles that litter his skin as if he was kissed by the goddess of stars herself.

honestly, you wouldn't have batted an eye towards him, if it weren't for the fact that he has been invading your thoughts and driving you near insane because of it.

the first time you came to this conclusion was when you arrived home to the sight of your roommate in his boxers, your face nearly erupted from the heat that trickled from your chest to your face. the skin on his thigh, pale and milky, looked soft to the touch and you caught a glimpse of his stomach with the way he was laying down. his red hoodie had slipped up because of his position, giving you a hint of his skin, but you quickly averted your eyes when you realized you were ogling your poor roommate.

"ch-childe!" you stuttered out, flustered from seeing the sight in front of you. "what are you doing?!"

your roommate could only hum nonchalantly, continuing to mindlessly scroll through his phone as if he wasn't giving you a heart attack at that moment.

"is it a crime to relax in the comfort of my own home?" he replied, finally sparing a glance at you. however, your flustered appearance garnered his full attention.

deep blue focused on you, staring holes into your visage, but you couldn't muster the strength to look back at him. not with his messy hair and freckles that dust his cheeks like the stars in the endless night sky that you love so dearly.

before he could ask you what was wrong, you excused yourself into your room and twisted the lock in place in case he decided to heckle you some more.

from then on, you became hyperaware of how... attractive your roommate was and how often he came into close contact with you.

when you were cooking dinner the other night for the both of you, you didn't notice his figure leaning against the door frame as he watched you struggle to slice the vegetables needed for the curry you were making.

his chuckle made you jump, nearly dropping the knife in your hand in the process, but that moment was short lived when childe approached you and encased your hand in his own.

his hand was much larger than yours was, to your surprise, and they were calloused to the touch. despite the roughness of his skin over the top of your hand, you found yourself loving the touch and yearning for more.

his breath tickled the shell of you ear as he gave instructions on how to properly cut the vegetables, specifically the more difficult to cut ones, so that you wouldn't harm yourself. but you couldn't pay attention, not with his warm breath beside you, his warm hand encasing your own, and his scent enveloping you.

a waft of the ocean with subtle hints of citrus and laundry detergent.

or when you were catching lunch with him one day after classes and found yourself rambling on and on about a topic that suddenly came up and interested you.

you were mid sentence when your gaze shifted back to your dear roommate in front of you. the deep abyss that usually finds its home in childe's eyes were replaced with a much warmer shade of blue, the shade you would find inviting and calming when walking near the shore. his lips curve into a small smile as he rests his jaw on his hand, watching your every movement.

"why'd you stop?" he inquired when you trailed off, his soft lips moving with each syllable and you desperately craved for something you couldn't consume.

you couldn't take it anymore. the way he smiles at you as if you held the light that lit up his life, the way he calls out your name and brightens up the room with his toothy smile just because he caught a glimpse of you outside of your shared apartment.

every time. every single time he does something that garners your attention you have to deal with the consequences of your heart hammering against your chest and the heat that flows into every inch of your skin.

you couldn't deal with the reality of being in love with your roommate.