#kaeya x gn reader

[xianyoon]

smart bunny

kaeya x reader reupload from my prev blog @.i23kazu comfort & fluff. teasing & banter and reader cries a bit

kaeya, who is your study partner for the day.

he's not the best study partner – he usually prefers to work in solitude – watching him tap his pencil on the desk and spin it around is horribly distracting for you. but there's a soft smile on his face - and oh, it's attractive, so attractive that you can't help but excuse all his actions in lieu of seeing that angelic upturn of his lips.

it's still annoying though. it's annoyingly stupid how good kaeya looks with furrowed brows, with his head bent so far into his books that you're afraid you'd lose him to a passage on molecular biology.

what's even more annoying, you ask? the slight teasing comments he makes whenever you get a question wrong.

with a hint of blush on your face, you feel your annoyance getting worse as he starts to teach you once you ( very reluctantly ) ask him for help.

"hey, i thought i taught you this? is the bunny's mind too small today for biology?" he laughs, tapping the side of your head with his pen. whatever lightheartedness he wanted to convey must have gotten lost in translation, because his words hurt.

you're not stupid. you're not. you're not- shit, you couldn't even understand something that he explained at least twice already. just quit, it'd be easier for both of you, right?

"i'm sorry. just- just forget about it." you blink away tears, your hands rushing about to gather your study materials back into your bag. it was such an offhanded statement– spoken without a second thought to kaeya – so why did that hurt so much more than you had thought it would?

kaeya's face falls immediately.

"shit- i'm sorry, i was just playing- how can i make it better?" he panics, grabbing your hand then gathering your face in the palms of his hands. he wipes your stray tears away with his thumbs, and a sweet, gentle kiss is pressed to your forehead. a stark difference from his usual teasing, banter-engaging self.

"please stay. you're not stupid. i was just joking, i'm sorry. i shouldn't have said that."

"it's fine."

"clearly, it's not."

"just forget it." you hiccup, turning away. this was embarrassing. bawling your eyes out over a little comment.

"i'm not forgetting it – not when it's made you so upset. please, forgive me?" you nod hesitantly, burying your face into his chest.

"you're the smartest bunny i know."

[i23kazu]

♡ THE HELL YOU MEAN YOU'RE HIS LOVER?!

characters. xiao zhongli diluc kaeya childe wriothesley x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. part 1 !!!! when someone else claims to be their partner / work wife. office!au. | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

you're pretty taken aback by the gall of this .... intern? whoever even was she? to claim that she was your husband's wife.

yep, that's how irrelevant she is

xiao was disgusted, to say the least. horrified.

"get your hands off me." he looks her in the eye, the sudden fierceness emitting a gasp from her.

"i love it when you're strict," she purrs, tracing her fingers up his neck. you smack them away.

"perhaps you'll love it if the ceo was stricter with you," you smile sweetly. "i don't think he takes too kindly to homewreckers."

zhongli

not again. not this ... piece of dirt? no, that might be an insult to his old friend guizhong.

she's a catty lady. beady eyes that went straight for his soul – her piercing stare seemed to always follow him.

he didn't like it one bit. his grip around your waist felt tighter, desperate even – a cold "let's go, dear," escaping his lips.

"so protective, suddenly?" you tease.

"i don't take kindly to those who try to insult my love, dearest."

diluc

oh, he goes red with rage. but he looks on at you proudly, because he knows you got it.

who even was she to claim that she loved him? a silly flowergirl who couldn't do her job right, because she was oogling him the whole time. she worshipped the ground he stepped on.

"who are you looking at?" you tap her on the shoulder, eyes wide with innocent curiosity.

"that man... he's mine." she gazes into his eyes, looking him up and down. you scratch your neck. she asks if you're alright.

"i'm afraid i'll have to correct you on that statement. that man is mine." you grin, turning your hand to show her your ring.

kaeya

okay, you totally get it. your husband is hot. but literally the AUDACITY the lack of SHAME the the the-

"please, we've been put together for almost all our cases. isn't that right, darling? it's almost as if they know we're good for each other." they purr.

darling?? DARLING?? you'll show them darling

"is that so?" you chuckle. "perhaps i ought to write in, then. i'm not too sure if my husband takes well to that. a violation of his personal life, if you will."

they go white at the sight of the ring.

"that's my love." kaeya chuckles, watching then stomp away.

childe

he's wildly uncomfortable. "your complexion is deeply concerning, tartaglia," the doctor chuckles.

"i wonder why." he returns it dryly.

he's too nice to avoid them – those longing stares, the notes slipped through stacks of his paperwork – he cant crumple them up and throw them away. he pretends that they're from you instead.

when that witch comes around to his desk, purring and grimy witch hands all over his papers; pretending to annoy him – 

he can't take it. it's disgusting.

"i'd appreciate it if you left me alone," he stares at her. "my partner and i would appreciate it very much."

wriothesley

oh, he's firm. he's firm, and he's strict about it. word gets around quickly in the meropide, and he sits back with his cup of tea and sighs at the thought of a work lover.

he doesn't stand for it, though. he hates the thought of that.

"get your hands away from me, please," he replies coldly, when they run up to hug him, first thing in the morning.

sigiewinne looks on with a proud smile. i raised that boy.

the girl turns away from him with disgust – from seemingly perfect to nothing but sludge beneath her feet. she slinks away, and wriothesley is satisfied.

he can't wait to tell you the news over a cup of your favourite tea.

perhaps some alone time with each other will do the both of you good.

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[versadies]

MY LOVE, MINE, ALL MINE (various x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. my love, mine, all mine

ADDRESSED. neuvillette, alhaitham, capitano, diluc, itto, tartaglia, kaveh, kaeya (x gn!reader)

STAMPS. what body part they kiss the most (sfw)

CONTENT. ooc (?), fluff/no-angst, established relationships, possibly cheesy (not sorry), possible grammar errors, mentions of battle, mentions of blood (capitano, childe)

POST-SCRIPT. all these characters are nothing but pokemons to me, i see one, i'll collect one in game. part two will come soon (with zhongli, wriothesley, ayato, thoma, pierro, and pantalone!)

LINKS. masterlist / taglist / part two

HANDS – Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Capitano, Diluc

NEUVILLETTE kisses your knuckles the most. To him, he believes that kissing you on the lips is far too intimate to be seen in public, preferring to do it in closed doors where it’s just the two of you alone, and so he often kisses your knuckles whenever he can. 

Whenever he does, one of his glove-covered hands would reach towards yours before lifting it to his lips, kissing each knuckle with care as though your hand is a delicate treasure, as if every kiss is a promise that he’ll hold your heart with care and unwavering devotion. 

It doesn’t help that you often find your cheeks warming up when his intense violet-shaded eyes look at yours, and no words were enough for you to explain the connection that you both have from just a simple stare. 

By the time he pulls away from your hand, you let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh, do you have a fever, my dear?” He asks worriedly, removing one of his gloves to check on the temperature of your forehead after kissing your knuckles out of nowhere while the two of you were lounging on the couch in his office. “Fret not, I can make something that can ease your fever away.” He adds, before standing up and rushes away to make a drink that will help you ease yourself, unaware that he’s the reason for your flustered state.

Ah, the things you’d do for this sweet man of yours. 

The same goes for ALHAITHAM when it comes to kissing you in public. He believes that the two of you kissing on each other’s lips should be private with no one to ruin it or spoil the intimacy, and so you often find him kissing you in other parts instead – specifically, your hands or cheeks. 

It’s rare for him to kiss you in public since he’s not much of a PDA man, but when he does, it happens at a quiet or secluded moment when the world seems to be muted around you two. When Alhaitham finds himself staring at you for too long, he couldn’t help but smoothly put his hand on top of yours, and raises your hand towards his lips to kiss it. 

His turquoise-shaded eyes stay on yours when you look at him, never looking away as you feel his lips on your skin, bringing chills to your spine from the feeling. The way he stares at you is as if he knows your deepest secrets and desires, and knows what sets you off to make your knees become jelly-like.  

It doesn’t help that he’d casually act as if nothing happened after, as if it’s just a casual thing to do (it is, to him), leaving you staring at him with your mouth agape. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He asks, hiding a small smirk as he glances at you. 

He definitely knows what he’s doing. 

CAPITANO is a strong man with a physique that could make anyone intimidated – both vision-holders and non-vision holders alike. It’s no doubt that such a powerful man like him would most likely be found in numerous battlefields, bringing the Tsaritsa many victories that she deserves. 

So it’s a strange sight to see said strong man on one knee, holding your hand as he gives it an affectionate kiss. He does it in a way that’s as though you’re a deity worth worshiping. He’s a captain by others, but to you, he’s your knight in shining armor (that’s corrupted by bloodshed and death, but we don’t talk about that here). 

You cannot see the expression he makes, but the way he kisses your hand is enough for you to know how much this man, who had killed so many and left no mercy to his opponents, is soft and caring for you. He kisses with care, as if afraid that you’ll shatter if he doesn’t control his strength. 

It became a custom for him to be on one knee and kiss your hand whenever he comes home to you from another mission – which is perhaps more often than you both like to admit. Despite your insistence that he doesn’t have to do such things, he does it anyway. In a way, it’s his way of apologizing to you for the lost time, and will do anything to make it up to you.

And he always did, with gifts, comfort, and of course, love. 

“I’m home, my love.” He spoke, with a hint of affection in his gruff voice that usually holds so much authority, kissing your hand tenderly.

DILUC is a gentleman by heart, and although he’s seen as the epitome of perfection around Mondstadt, he is seen indoors as a vulnerable man who you dearly care for. For so long, the two of you have found comfort and love within one another in the dimly lit room that you both share in the manor. He’s your warmth, and you’re his pillar. 

In private, where no one could see underneath the aloof and courteous man but you, he’d tiredly wrap his arms around you as he sighed in contentment. It’s normal for a man such as him to be so tired from work, so tired from his duties, and so tired from everything outside of his manor, but he is never tired of you, his beloved spouse who he treasures. He’s a zealous soul who cares not for wealth and materialism, but for the people of Mondstadt and the ones he loves.  

Your hand is often intertwined with his, and he’d bring up your hand up to his lips in the quiet moments of your shared intimacy. To him, your hand is a canvas that he paints with his deep affection and adoration. 

You couldn’t help but soften up as a result, feeling cherished and loved by your beloved man who never fails to make you swoon. 

For Diluc, kissing your hand is more than some simple intimate gesture, but rather a way to honor your pure essence – to show you how grateful he is to have you who has captured his soul in a tight grip that he never wants to leave from. And so, he continues to kiss your hand more, each a testament with a silent vow to love you throughout your lives together. 

“A-Ah.. My bad,” He clears his throat, his ears turning almost as red as his hair, “It seems I almost got carried away.” 

LIPS – Itto, Tartaglia, Kaveh, Kaeya

ITTO is a kind soul at heart, with a fiery passion when it comes to his loved ones – specifically, and with no certain favoritism, you. The oni is not one to shy away from showing you how much he loves you with all of his huge heart, so expect lots of kisses from him! 

The most prominent part that he kisses is of course, your lips. 

For Itto, there is no greater joy than the taste of your lips, each kiss contains joy and love on his end. With his endless energy and passionate spirit, he approached each kiss and affection  with an infectious enthusiasm, eager to lose himself in the overwhelming warmth of your presence and affection. 

In the sweetness of your kiss, he finds it much better than the feeling of sweet victory from a beetle battle, and he couldn’t find himself to remove the pleased grin on his face whenever he gets a kiss from you. 

It’s as if your lips is a magnetic force to his, as he never hesitates to kiss you whenever he could – be it whenever he greets you, whenever he wins a battle, basically every moment with him (a bit of an exaggeration really, but you get what I mean!). 

“My boo boo bear!” He cheers when he sees you in his vision, running up towards you as he instantly gives you a bone-crushing hug, lifting you up with his immense strength regardless of your weight. “I missed you! How was your day?” He asks excitedly, giving you a big smooch! on your lips.

CHILDE is just as fun as Itto – if you excuse his battlelust, of course. Besides his need for an activity or someone to fight with, the prowess fighter is not shy when it comes to giving you what he believes you deserve, which is giving you his undying affection.

He’s an infectious man, who leeches off to your kisses and hugs. He’s a fighter by spirit, but a lover by heart. He’s attentive to your needs, very willing to give you tons of kisses if you ask for it. Of course, even if you didn’t, he’d snatch a kiss or two from you without you expecting it. 

His love is like an unforgiving ocean, often wild and untamed, yet it comes with a fierce and unrelenting passion. In moments between the two of you, he seeks to plant his lips on yours, as though your kiss is a battlefield conquered by him, a well-done victory even. 

With each kiss on your lips is a vow, a vow that he’ll see to it that he gets to see the light of day after every battle, to see you by the end of the tunnel and show you that you won’t lose him that easily. For in your presence, he found his salvation, the arm that reaches out to him to pull him out of the abyss he’s in, guiding him out of the unforgiving ocean that seems to drown him whole. 

And so, he’ll never stop kissing you, regardless of where you are and the circumstances. 

“Were you watching me?” He asks eagerly, running up to you before planting a kiss on your lips, his hands that are scarred from the numerous weapons he held and the battles he fought in find themselves cupping your cheeks. 

When he pulls away, he looks at your eyes with a cheeky grin. “I did great, didn’t I?”

Known for his works and talent, KAVEH is no doubt a respectable man around the land of wisdom and scholars. Many would sing praises to his masterpieces and his original ideas that bring potential to Sumeru. As what a certain scribe would describe him, he is the light of Kshahrewar and a master builder and craftsman. 

However, such a bright reputation hides a man whose heart is tender and emotionally fragile, with too much on his plate. Which is why he is ever so grateful to have you by his side through it all.

For every affection the two of you share, Kaveh feels like the luckiest man in all of Sumeru – no, in Teyvat even. He doesn’t feel like he deserves you, a person who loves him for all that he is. With you, he feels cherished and appreciated even, and you balance his emotional fragility with your presence that seems so encouraging and comforting.

He seeks refuge in your affection, often cupping your cheeks and giving you a kiss. His kisses are frequent, and his lips often find themselves on yours. Each of his kiss is full of love, and there’s no doubt that there seems a desperation laced in it, as if he’s scared that this kiss is his last, and you might be gone before he knew it – just like his loved ones. 

Yet, in the softness of your lips, he found reassurance. He’s reminded that amidst the struggles of his life, your relationship remains timeless and true. Just like how he does with his work, he pours his heart and soul into your relationship together, cherishing the bond that you both have towards one another with  tenderness.

“Thank you.” He said, kissing you on your lips with a look that threatens to crumble. “I know I’ve said it too many times, but I can’t help myself. I really am grateful.” 

When you ask for what he’s thanking you for, he could only give you a smile, a sight that shines far brighter than the sun itself.

“Thank you for staying.”

You’d be lying if you said you’ve always thought you’d end up dating the notorious Cavalry Captain, who is more than often a flirtatious man whenever you’re around. KAEYA is not one who shies away from something, and if it means reminding you every now and then that he’s into you, then so be it!

Every waking moment with Kaeya is a thrilling challenge, and you two often find yourselves in a dance of wits and flirts, with a few glasses of wine and other drinks that the tavern sells. The two of you know how to push the other’s buttons, often playing banters and all. Even when you two are now dating, things are still the same – besides the fact that the two of you are free to kiss one another and often crash at each other’s places. 

Yet underneath such playful flirting and bantering, there’s a deep and abiding connection between the two of you that remains unspoken but welcomed.

Unsurprisingly, Kaeya finds home in your lips. To him, it just felt right. Sure, he likes to kiss your hands and cheeks, but it’s a different story when it comes to your lips. For him, stealing a kiss on your lips is not just an ordinary gesture of affection, but rather a declaration of his unwavering love for you. 

And so, more often than not, he prefers kissing you more on your lips.

With a teasing look and smirk on his face, he’d pull you close towards him without warning, his lips finding yours with an urgency that left you both breathless. There’s often laughter and desire lingering around the privacy of your bedroom, and it was a safe sanctuary that Kaeya finds comfort in. 

His laughter would fade into a whisper of “I love you”’s as he traces his cold fingertips on your face that he loves to see at every waking moment. He cherished these kinds of moments, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t spend each one as if it’s his last. And so, he continues to give you more kisses to drown your sweet laughter, for in your warmth and embrace, he could only find his great happiness and peace. 

“Come on, give me another one.” He chuckles, urging you to let him give you one more kiss before the two of you can sleep in each other’s arms. “Just one more kiss, I promise.”

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[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐒 , various !

synopsis: when you bring your friend to ikea to help you pick furniture for your new apartment. Pinning ensues amongst other flustering events.

including: zhongli, childe, diluc, kaeya, thoma,

side comments: pure fluff! also, please buy your furniture second-hand and support small businesses! avoid fast furniture when you can (ikea) and make mindful purchases. let's briefly imagine a perfect world where ikea is ethical and sustainable.

extra: mentions and implications of marriage, gn reader, favourites: zhongli & kaeya word count: 1,784

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

Being the friend he is, Zhongli would happily accompany you.

He is the type to have his hands behind his back as he follows you around. Lingering close yet respectfully enough.

If you ask him for consolation, he will be honest in the most tender way possible:

"Ah... perhaps this colour will be more suitable considering the lighting."

"You did need a new couch, right? I believe you will like this one."

You blink and then your cart is full.

Zhongli's advice is acutely precise, however, expect to exceed your original budget by another ghastly $500.

Not that he suggests buying unnecessary items, rather, he suggests quality, material and construction.

Begins speaking a tad excessively about colour coordination and lightning.

He will help you lift any furniture parts if need be!

Gradually, the trip would become a joint effort by the two of you. As if you've been shopping and living together for years.

"Look at the dining table ( Name )," Zhongli commented. The lighting of the room glittered above, illuminating your face slightly as your hands glide over the wood varnish. "It's wonderful, isn't it? You'd be able to hold all the dinner parties you wanted."

You smile gingerly, and soon you are standing next to him by the kitchen sink. "Definitely, Childe would no longer have to sit on the floor."

Zhongli chuckles and you share a teasing grin. "At least we picked out a table already- much cheaper."

Zhongli raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Perhaps we can consider this one instead?"

"Personally, I think you should agree with him," spoke an employee- a soft-spoken elderly woman- "I remember when I first bought my fiancee's dining table- fun times!"

"Oh ma'am we're not-"

"Yes, my fiancee and I do agree," Zhongli gazes towards you're slightly flushed figure and smiles gently, "Yes dear?"

You blink for a few moments; gaining your footing before replying smoothly, "Why of course, how could I not love?"

You don't notice it, however, Zhongli shares a faint blush as he later pretends to cough in his fist.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄

Childe has zero taste in furniture.

His mom would choose the furniture while he used his card.

Browsing through the showrooms and picking furniture is not how he would choose to spend his afternoon, however, he'll try for you!

In this case- it's the thought that counts.

If you need help reaching or lifting anything he'll do it readily.

Don't have a cart or bag? (There were lots) Childe will hold it all for you!

It becomes an inner competition to some extent to cover up for his obvious lack of skill in furniture and home design in hopes of impressing you.

“Excuse me young man, can you please reach the duvet covers for me up top?” asks a elderly man, an embarrassed smile gently plastered on his lips.

Childe turns his head towards the man and flashes a hearty grin, “Of course.”

With ease, Childe grabs the duvet set and hands it to him, “Ah, thank you,” the man pauses before speaking, his eyes in thought, “might I ask something?”

Childe blinks and replies, subtle curiosity beneath his lighthearted tone, “Go on.”

“Have you asked your partner out yet?

Childe fumbles a bit and the elderly man heaves a near boisterous laugh. "I'm taking that as a no, ay? Ah, young couples! I might not have the sharpest eyes anymore, but you've been lookin' at them since the kitchen showroom!"

Before Childe could express a response, the man pats his back and smiles. "Best of luck! I'm sure they'll say yes."

The man then ambles away and from a distance, Childe can see his small figure fade into the throng.

"Hey Childe! Are you alright?"

"Oh... um yeah!" prompted Childe, "Is there anything else you need?"

You shake your head, your fingers scrolling through the list you made, "That should be it. Are you sure you're okay? If you'd like I could hold the vase?"

Childe smiles while his bright blue eyes pool into yours, "No I'm good, let's head to check out."

The two of you saunter to the check-out counter side by side; bantering with each other. Childe's gaze never leaving yours.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑

Diluc is not well-versed in design and colour. However, he has a keen eye for both style, price and functionality, unbeknownst to him.

You were hesitant to ask him if he could accompany you as it is without a doubt that Diluc Ragnvindr is a busy man.

Diluc himself shared hesitancy for opposing reasons.

Diluc has lived with himself and has found his dwelling to be dull in comparison to the liveliness and hospitality your former apartment held. Thus, Diluc wondered if he could be of any help.

Nevertheless, you reassured him that you wanted company regardless of his skills.

Contrary to his words, Diluc was quite valuable, especially when navigating the place.

"I found the blanket you were interested in earlier, do you still want it?"

"The colour is rather flattering... but it is your choice! Um... please don't mind me."

"Do you need help?"

Diluc doubted his opinion, however, you found yourself agreeing with him several times.

You and Diluc were currently sitting by the opposite edge of a bed, your hands inches apart.

"A comfortable bed isn't it?" you bounce on the bed a little, a smile reaching your lips, "And the mattress is only $200, a king too! I can't believe you found this deal-"

Diluc does not hear your voice, it faded just as the lights mellowed and the sensations of the blanket against his calloused hands grew fuzzy.

"... Hey Diluc?"

"Ah, yes," Diluc coughs before asking, "I'm sorry what were you saying?

You smile, "It's all good! I was just explaining how I wouldn't need such a large bed for myself."

Diluc conveys a slightly puzzled expression, "How so? If you're worried about how to carry it into the apartment then you do know that I'll assist you-"

You shake your head fervently before replying, "Well thank you Diluc! But really you don't have to-"

"Oh no, I insist."

You smile winsomely before carefully replying, "It's just... me in the apartment. I'd understand if I was living with someone- but it's not worth it in my opinion."

Diluc pauses, contemplating before replying steadily, "I believe you deserve the mattress..." There is a tentative gap between his words before he follows up, "Perhaps I... ah never mind, let's get going. You wanted to eat at Chef Xianling's restaurant for dinner right? My treat."

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

So you invited Kaeya?

Expect relentless teasing and a carefree-complacent attitude.

However, as much as Kaeya is there for fun, he will readily assist you- not without a tease, however.

"Oh ho? Need my help?"

In regards to style and class... Kaeya can pull himself together.

However, similar to Diluc, there is a dullness to his home.

In fact, Kaeya rarely spends time in his own home: he bounces from place to place. Never lingering longer than is needed or comfortable. It is like an ever-present itch.

Yet, your home has become Kaeya's home too. Unbeknownst to you however.

It is natural for both of you.

Your home has become the longest place he has spent in. He has his space in your home, he even has a toothbrush holder and resident blanket; removing Kaeya from your home would cause an ineffable void.

Regardless of the previous facts, you genuinely invited Kaeya to come for help and company.

Kaeya makes the process entertaining! Instead of contemplating the price tags incessantly, Kaeya will smoothly subdue your worries by toying with the utensils and playing hide-and-seek in the mirror section all while slipping the item you wanted in the bag.

The two of you let loose; unwinding like children who innocently play in the kid's bedroom showhome despite being strangers to each other.

"Kaeya... do we really need this mirror?" you question dubiously.

Kaeya shares a winsome grin. "Why of course," he then gingerly places his hands on your shoulders and leans in slightly, "It holds a rather charming reflection, does it not?"

You gaze at him and sigh, "Charming? You always find ways to flatter yourself."

Kaeya merely smiles. The two of you peer into the mirror: the reflection of two souls gazing back all while Kaeya surmises.

It wasn't himself that he was referring to.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

You're in for a treat!

You will (quite literally) get ice cream afterwards.

Thoma possesses all the skills in the "art of making a home."

Need deals or a lower price? Thoma already has a list. What about colour and style? He has a magazine and Pinterest board ready. What about functionality and material? Don't fret! He knows all the washing labels and what goes best with your lifestyle.

Tell him the night before and he is packed and loaded.

Thoma is absolutely thrilled that you invited him.

Shopping for any household items is delightful for Thoma, even more so when the two of you are browsing through all the showrooms and inspecting each countertop.

His favourite section is the kitchen.

If you have a specific budget in mind, Thoma will ensure that not a dollar goes beyond it and he will keep you accountable as well!

However, staying within the budget while scouring the store takes a significant amount of time.

Hence, instead of another $100 added to the receipt, expect another three hours.

The two of you will heave a big sigh when you finally sit down in the car.

Nevertheless, it is all lighthearted and relaxing as the two of you reenacting imagining a space together.

"We'd set the tables over there-" remarked Thoma as he pointed his finger towards the dining table, "And we can house our pans here- it would be so since to have them hanging instead of in the cabinet."

"Browsing through the kitchens is always fun," added a mother, her arms cradling her baby, "Are the two of you living together?"

You chuckle and Thoma's cheeks grow rosy. You then reply amused, "Oh no, he's a friend of mine who I asked to come along."

The mother then shares an embarrassed smile, "Oh I'm so sorry! That was so wrong of me... if the two of you are looking for a hanging pan rack then I remember seeing an installation piece down in the marketplace."

"Thank you," replied Thoma, a smile pressed on his lips, "We'll be sure to check it out!"

As the mother saunters ambles away, Thoma mutters under his breath, "Maybe we should live together..."

"What was that?"

"Oh ah! Nothing," Thoma scratches the back of his neck before responding brightly, "Do you want me to write the rack on the list now?"

masterlist

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Genshin Men and Love Languages ♡

Our boys are just head over heels for their darling! They can’t help themselves but express their love for you any chance they get—feeling satisfied and comforted by showering you with all the affection they have. But in what language do they show this affection?

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Thoma x gn!reader II comfort, fluff

Content warnings: stress-habits like eyebrow plucking and nail biting (Diluc), insecurity/shame (Kaeya), play-hitting (Thoma), Thoma calling you pumpkin (Thoma).

Diluc thinks his love language is gift-giving (because he has a budget the size of a whale to spend on spoiling his lover), but it’s actually physical touch! Being the withdrawn and guarded man he is, he’s not used to physical contact with anyone, so he was never able to discover this integral part of himself until you wandered into his heart. When he first fell in love with you, despite his natural reservations, he’d find himself subconsciously reaching out to you. When he’d pour your wine as you sat at his bar counter, he’d lightly brush his pinkie against yours as you held your glass out to him. Even a gentle brush like this was enough to send his mind spinning and heart thundering out of his chest! Once you two began officially dating, he found himself losing all control when it came to touching you. No matter where you two were, he always had to have a hand on you. On the small of your back, holding your delicate hand in his, even a large palm around the back of your neck—his thumb rubbing circles on the base of your scalp. He had to admit, the last one was his favorite. He could never be comfortable with PDA, so that was about the extent of his touches in public. But in private? He’s insatiable. He often, bashfully, asks you to sit on his lap while he works; your arms around his shoulders and head resting in the crook of his neck. He finds your embrace limits the stress he feels when weathering his paperwork. It makes the workload fly by, with him being able to press gentle kisses to your forehead or rub your back comfortingly instead of engaging in harmful stress-habits like plucking at his eyebrows or biting his nails. He also didn’t expect to love kissing you as much as he did. Before you, he always believed kissing to be a flavorless exchange. He didn’t understand exactly why people did it. Until the first time you leaned up and brushed your soft lips against his. You turned his world upside down. Now, any time he got you by yourself, he’d pull you in for a rough kiss—like he’d been holding his breath until he could get his lips on yours again. And at home? It doesn’t matter if you’re getting dressed, reading, bathing, eating, he finds somewhere to put his lips. He likes kissing from your knuckles all the way up to your shoulder and back down again—this way you have another arm free to continue with your prior task. On paper, this is very considerate of him. But in practice? How does he expect you to focus when he’s basically devouring you!!! He most needs your touch after he comes home from a night of protecting Mondstadt. He finds you asleep in bed, and after a much-needed shower, he’d join you—pulling you onto his chest so that your weight would press down on him. He found this position to be the perfect relief—equal parts grounding and loving. Much to his surprise, after you entered his life, he found he felt safest when you were in his embrace.

Kaeya’s love language is words of affirmation! His silver tongue uniquely equips him with the ability to utter the exact words you need to hear for comfort in any given moment. You’ll never lose confidence around him, for he never fails to be your sweet cheerleader. Your ears are his favorite workstation, with labor he is (for once) eager and proud to shoulder. He gently brushes his lips against them as he whispers into them, kissing the space behind them after each reassurance and praise he utters. What’s so sweet about your dynamic as a couple is, your words of affirmation flow both ways. Despite the confident airs he typically puts on for others, Kaeya is actually quite insecure. He feels like he constantly needs to perform for other’s approval—that if he were to be his authentic self, he would lose the favor of others, that he would be rejected or ostracized. It is extremely healing for him when you praise him for the qualities he typically hides from the public—the parts of himself he feels others wouldn’t accept. When you kiss the eye that’s typically hidden behind his eyepatch, telling him you find it beautiful, that he wouldn’t be your Kaeya without it, it brings light to his soul. When you catch him with his morning bed head, his eyes puffy and morning shadow along his jaw, and you wrap your arms around him—telling him how much you love him and think he looks adorable all comfortable and sleepy, he wants to stay in bed with you forever. He feels safe under your gaze, while he feels pressure to look a certain way under the gaze of others. You assure him that you’ll love him in any form he takes, so your home is a breath of fresh air where he is free to be himself. Most of all, your words affirming how much you love him for who he is are the most precious to him. When you tell him that he doesn’t need to feel ashamed of where he came from, that you love him past, present and future, that the person he is his choice and you love him for it, he feels seen. He feels seen and he feels safe. You know. You know everything. And you love him not despite it, but for it. He had never expected such a person would ever enter his life, and now that you have, his once cold world has become so much warmer.

It’s ironic that Ayato’s love language is quality time, since his position as the Yashiro Commissioner leaves him with very little time for anything other than work. 48 hour work days are normal for him—with about 15 minutes of sleep separating them. However, his lack of time is what makes his appreciation for quality time so much deeper. Of course, he makes sure you are well taken care of with gifts and services he has ordered for you, but you find his most intense love in the free five minutes in his schedule he dedicates solely to you. He tries not to go too long without seeing you, work sometimes getting in the way of that, but whenever you visit him, even when it’s in the middle of a brutal work day, his attention is all yours. You stop in at his office whenever you miss him and his quill hits the desk before you even cross the threshold of the door. Sometimes you need a hug and a kiss, sometimes you ask him for something you require, but most of the time, you simply sit on his desk for a few minutes—just wanting to talk about your day as he comfortingly rests his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on it with his thumb. These moments of reprieve you give him in the midst of an ocean of responsibility are priceless to him; he doesn’t know where he would be without you there to recharge him with your presence. Any chance he gets to have you with him, he jumps at, showing you that, despite his other duties, you will always come first—for you are the most fulfilling responsibility he is honored to shoulder.

Thoma’s love language is acts of service. His job as a housekeeper means he spends all day taking care of people, and he does so because he really does love them! Not only does Thoma have the biggest heart that holds a tenderness for everyone, but the duo are his closest companions. So if he already takes such amazing care of his friends or even strangers, imagine how well he’s going to take care of you! Every day when he returns home, you have to physically restrain him from doing everything under the sun to please you. He doesn’t even let you get up from the couch to greet him. “Hold it!!” he yells, rushing over to where you sit instead and sliding his hands around your waist to gift you a soft kiss. When you whine and squirm in his grip, miffed that he fooled you into letting him do all the work for his welcome home, he pinches your blushing cheeks and lets out that boyish laugh that never fails to melt your heart. How can you stay mad at your adorable lover? He was just too good at escaping punishment. His services don’t end there. After you two moved in together, he quickly discovered that you wouldn’t just take his tending to you lying down, and that he had to tell little white lies to escape your detection. He’ll tell you he’s just going to wash his face after work, but really he’ll run you a warm bath. It’s only after the tub is full and you’ve been lured into the bathroom that you discover you’ve been conned. You’ll huff and tell him that he can just take the bath he ran himself! Only for him to counter that he already took a bath at the Kamisato Estate before he came home. Point Thoma. After he gets you into the bath, he has at least half an hour to make dinner for you before you get wise. When you exit the bathroom in the fluffy robe he fetched for you, seeing the feast he threw together in so little time, you immediately grab and lightly hit his arm in punishment. “Thoma!!! I could’ve helped!!!”. “But I wanted to do it for you, pumpkin!”. No matter how much you scorn him for pampering you, your anger only draws a laugh from him. If you get really upset at him, shaking a finger at him and telling him off, his laughter will grow tenfold; his signature crooked grin adorns his face as he grabs a hold of the hands you use as weapons and nuzzle his nose to yours. You’re no match for him, so all you can do is sigh and accept how he spoils you!

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys on Your Birthday (Zhongli, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Wriothesley)

Y'all are getting two posts today. This one now and one from my blog at it's usually scheduled time.

On another note, Happy Birthday to Me!

CW: None, fluff, slightly suggestive in Kaeya's

Zhongli x gn!reader, Kaeya x gn!reader, Neuvillette x gn!reader, Wriothesley x gn!reader

Zhongli

he goes all out on your birthday

Not in a tons of presents kind of way, but you know he spent quite a bit on your birthday present.

I mean, he's a stickler for quality in general, it's just worse on your birthday (don't worry, tartaglia heard it was your birthday and was happy to donate top the cause)

He makes you breakfast in bed (your favorites), schedules lunch at whatever restaurant you want, and cooks you your favorite meal himself for dinner

Depending on your personality he helps H Tao with the planned birthday party or helps you avoid it like the plague

After dinner the two of you curl up on the couch and cuddle until bed

Kaeya

Your birthday is a huge deal and nothing will ever convince him otherwise

For the most part, when he's around you he lets that charming face drop. Not today.

He goes all out. Makes sure you have a big birthday party.

He enlisted Klee's help, so there's a chance something got blown up in the process, cough cough the good hunter stove but the result was a very bright and lively venue

The picnic happens early. After all, there is a kid attending and he has plans for later

Said plans include a picnic (with your choice of drinks, alcoholic or otherwise) and fireworks

He basically begged Jean to let him order B-Day fireworks from Yoimiya, though it didn't actually take that much work. Any kind of collaboration with Inazuma is good in her eyes, and Jean is fond enough of you, it was no issue. (she's also very glad that Kaeya didn't enlist Klee in making the explosives. Yoimiya, she trusts. Klee, not so much.)

And of course, Kaeya does his very best to make sure your satisfied in other ways. If he has his way, you're not walking home. Not that he doesn't mind carrying you. After all, it would be his fault you're boneless and on cloud nine.

Neuvillette

Let's be honest, Sedene thought he was going to have a heart attack in the days weeks leading up to your birthday

Sure, he's dealt with Furina's birthday and his is a public holiday or sorts, but that's not the same as it being your birthday

This is the first time he's celebrated a birthday that isn't a holiday, so he's a bit at a loss as to how to celebrate it

After some research, he figures out that sweets is going to be part of it, but presents? Birthday party? What the heck?

After some thought he enlists both the help of the Melusines (who would be very upset if they didn't get to help) and several humans. Navia in particular was a huge help. (And Wriothesley for making sure to remind Neuvie that Melusines should not be in control of dinner. Neuvie is very smart, but he has a weak spot for the Melusines and they certainly volunteered for the job)

Overall it was the most...interesting birthday party you've ever had. A combination of Melusine and Human decorations, fireworks, and every friend you have. And, of course, the best, most expensive water Teyvat has to offer

Neuvillette plans this for earlier in the day --he decided that taking the day off would be appropriate Wriothesley and Sedene's idea as well so he has time afterward for a more private

The two of you leave the city for the afternoon and walk around the countryside or go swimming. Simply content to spend the time in each other's company. It 100% rains, but that's not unusual

That evening he takes you to an expensive restaurant and gives you the gift he spent far too long picking. It was worth it to see your face though, lighting up like a child. You don't care if your in public when you give him a long, deep kiss in thanks, with a secret vow to make sure his next birthday is even better than he made yours

Wriothesley

Birthdays with Wrio are pretty chill affairs

He makes sure you have time to open the gifts sent from the over world, from the inmates, and from Sigewinne, but after that, no one should expect to see you for the rest of the day and most of the night

Whether it's running around the wilderness, going to the Opera (if the show of the day isn't a trial), or just walking around the city

He's also pretty unsubtle about trying to buy you a bunch of pretty stuff. You're his s/o, he thinks you deserve the world, and at least on your birthday you're willing to let him

But mostly, his gift to you is time and attention. On your birthday it's all about you

If you decide half way through that you want to go home and spend the day just hanging out there too, that's fine by him

And when you go back, only to stumble into the surprise party the inmates and Sigewinne spent the say putting together, well you don't believe it one bit when Wrio said he had nothing to do with it

[huboi]

mistletoe

[kaeya, diluc, childe x gn reader]

╰┈➤ includes; various types of kisses, EXTREME fluff, kinda suggestive ig

╰┈➤ this content is rated 16+ for the suggestive content, please refrain from reading if under 16

╰┈➤ merry Christmas/happy holidays everyone! thanks so much for 900+ followers too <3

for kaeya, Christmas is a really special occasion, mainly cause during Christmas diluc is actually nice to him and invites him over to the dawn winery for Christmas dinner

and that hasn’t changed just cause he’s dating you, diluc doesn’t mind inviting you too, as long as you guys don’t act too lovey dovey around him

when at the dawn winery, adelinde cooks so much food, and all of it is the best thing that has ever existed

when you and kaeya were about to leave, the sneaky bastard held up a mistletoe over your heads

he gives you a shit eating smirk before placing his lips over yours, giving you a chaste yet sweet kiss

when you guys separated, you were shocked that he didn’t go all out

“I’m not going all out since diluc’s here, and I can just about wait till we get back home for some more fun~” he cood, lightly tapping you on the butt as you hid your face into his chest so he couldn’t see your flustered expression

safe to say the morning after, you couldn’t walk at all :)

he doesn’t mind Christmas, the only problem is he’s busier than ever since there’s quite a lot of work to do before he spends the holiday with you

he doesn’t like it, but it’s what needs to be done

one day when he came back home and was greeted by your embrace, he looked up since he noticed something green on the entrance of the house, only to roll his eyes in realisation

“did you put that there?” he queried, with a small grin on his face, he was shocked but not surprised since you tend to do this every. single. year, it’s like a tradition of yours at this point

“maybe, who knows? it could’ve been adelinde” you simply shrugged, placing your hands around dilucs neck and lightly swaying

sighing in response, he leant in for the kiss, only to be responded by your lips unexpectedly crashing against his, biting his lip, making him flinch so that you could explore his mouth with your tongue

he let out a muffled groan in response, large calloused hands wrapping around your waist

you jumped up into his embrace, wrapping your legs tightly against his slutty slim waist, diluc helping by holding onto your butt

next morning the bed was ‘surprisingly’ broken, a disappointed adelinde with her arms crossed against her chest, you and diluc covered in scratch and bite marks

if possible, every year he heads back to snezhnaya to visit his family and spend the holidays there

this year he had time off luckily, and so he also brought you

this is the first time you’ve seen his family, yes you’ve heard of them all from ajax, especially of teucer, but you’re still very nervous about meeting them, especially his mother

when you arrived at the door, you were sweating buckets, ajax simply held your gloves hand into his larger hand that was bare since he’s so used to this weather

first thing that happens is teucer screams that you two have to kiss since you’re both standing underneath the mistletoe

ajax obviously acts first, giving you a small kiss on the lips before rushing towards teucer and spinning him around before embracing him into a tight bear hug

yes, he brought so many presents for everyone, he even brought some that are for you (the rest are back in liyue, where you originally reside)

his mother was so nice to you, giving you a nice big hug as soon as she saw you, and calling you beautiful/handsome etc.

she’s surprisingly tall, obviously ginger, and has quite a curvy chubby body, she’s berry huggable and so sweet

despite her adorable appearance, her face seems quite intimidating at first glance, but she’s the sweetest lady you have ever met

you, ajax, and the rest of the family had such fun at the dinner table and playing all sorts of games before you had to go to sleep due to the fact that you were both heading back the day after

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[written-with-blue-ink]

Your Love is in Your Touch

Aka Genshin men with a cuddly/clingy partner

Feat: Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, and Baizhu Content warning: Nightmares with Kaeya, Reader is taller than Kazuha, Chronically Ill Baizhu

Kaeya

Look, we all know Kaeya is touch-starved. I don't think he's had a proper hug in at least months and he's too prideful to ask

So when he starts dating you, he's shocked by how touchy you are but loves the fact he never has to ask for it

He’s just as touchy as you, opposites in temperature but similar in temperament as he happily pulls you close

His hugs are cold but in that embrace, you can hear his heart pounding with his emotions for you

It’s like laying down and falling asleep with an ice pack that will never melt when you run hot or like being out in the chilly early winter air where the cold cakes your skin and enwraps you in frost

He will confidently pick you up and smirk as you just wrap your arms around his neck

Also perfectly comfortable with you giving him a peck on the cheek in public/are busy with something

There is also something to him about your touch that is so comforting, especially when upset. Bad nightmares of fire and rain always seem to be better with his head on your chest and the sound of your heartbeat anchoring him to reality

Diluc

In opposition to his adoptive brother, Diluc is not touchy, especially in public

Being hugged out of nowhere or wrapping your arms around him without warning will cause him to flinch

He will express his boundaries with you and wants you to know it’s never because he doesn’t love you, he just likes being asked first.

He does do little things without asking, like interlocking your pointer fingers while you walk or gentle kisses in your hair

But in the privacy of your shared home, this man becomes a teddybear in all the best ways

He’s naturally warm and with his muscular physique, he can hold you close and just his arm around you feels like a weighted blanket

His favorite though is when you play with his long crimson hair. Something about your fingers running through his curls is so soothing

Kazuha

There is something absolutely adorable to him about the fact you love to cuddle and he is a cuddler too

Something about sitting in the crow’s nest as he gets wrapped in your arms and the two of you watch the sunset

But sadly moments like that are not often, life on the Crux is a busy one after all

The little things like spotting each other from across the ship and blowing kisses or running by and either of you quickly pecking each other’s cheek when they are in the middle of something

In downtime, you two sit next to each other with his head on your shoulder and your hand around his waist

His favorite thing is the end of the day when both of you are resting on a hammock in the barracks. Arms around each other with the sound of the sea and the crew to relax you

Baizhu

Baizhu is a very busy man so as much as he would love to cuddle with you, he barely has the time

But you sitting with him while he works or peering at his papers by placing your head on his is more than enough to fulfill the need for physical touch

He also is grateful that you are willing to help him on the way to house calls, especially ones a very far distance

Being able to lean on you for a second or sitting with you to catch his breath and soothe his aching muscles means the world, especially with your hand in his

He’ll also squeeze your hand twice if he needs to rest or take a break, a silent way to let you know

But days off are typically days when his condition has decided it’ll cause more pain than normal (but he’s too prideful and will still try to work)

This is when he sighs as you repeat his own advice but loves the food you make and the warmth of your embrace seems to make it more tolerable.

[witch-hazels-musings]

love professed

warning: sfw, fluff (kissing) | premise: how they hold your face when they kiss you & what their lips feel like (headcannons) 

includes: albedo, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, scara, tignari, xiao, zhongli 

character x gn reader |  anthology

how they hold your face when kissing -- 

cheek, jaw, etc. with one or both hands

thoma, itto, zhongli, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, albedo 

he wants to hold you in his hands, each palm against your face is a way to protect you, shield you from everything else. this touch is an overwhelming reflection of his love for you

one hand or two its all the same -- it can be fun, filled with laughter as he draws you in or tender, reverence surrounding you as your lips collide - quick or lengthy, he doesn’t care; each and every one are perfect 

the back of your head 

diluc, kazuha, alhaitham, thoma, childe, kaeya

he can’t stop himself - not when it comes to you. his hand slides to the back of your head sending shivers up his arm as he pulls you toward him. he doesn’t want you to leave - not yet, not when he’s finally found you

he likes to see your face, eyes closed, waiting, as his fingers push against your head, as his free hand finds the bend in your back or your bottom lip as you breathe to steady yourself. he hovers, completely smitten until he can’t wait any longer 

your chin 

childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, baizhu, diluc

it makes his heart pound. from the snarky shake he gives you as he grips your chin, pushes your cheeks together to make your lips pucker, to the surprise in your eyes when he lifts, pushes your face up so he can look at you - all of you - don’t hide from him

his smile is missed when you close your eyes but he’s sure you can feel it when he presses his lips to yours - can you also feel his undying love flowing through his fingers and into your skin? can you feel him --- 

your hand, rest against your forehead

albedo, xiao, tighnari, zhongli, thoma

he’s reserved. making sure this moment is accepted, private - he won’t kiss you in public, but if he does the fingers he wraps around your hand are a request. a ‘if you’ll have me,’ sort of plea as he waits for your reply with a squeeze of your hand

the touch of his forehead to yours is a pull of courage. wanting to feel you, be grounded by you before he tilts his head to make the connection - one he never imagine he’d find in his long, solitary 

how their lips feel --

full, chapped, but so warm

diluc, childe, itto, kazuha

his kiss is overpowering. heavy, impatience laced with every press of his lips to your own. you can’t breathe but you don’t mind - you part your lips and welcome him in. you have know idea the affect it has on him. he seems demanding, pulling your close, pressing in harder; it’s your fault he’s become incoherent at the taste 

each kiss feels hot against your lips. his are dry; from being outside and taking little time to care for his own needs, but the texture makes your body shiver - he asks for another, and another, each time his lips grow warmer, gentler as if they are adjusting to not hurt you, as if they are being hydrated by you. he’s carnivorous and you are his first, last, and every meal 

slender, posh and cool to the touch 

kaeya, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, zhongli

there’s an alluring, amorous sensation when you kiss him. the sudden touch of cool as if you are being kissed by the dew the of morning - calm, mysterious, rejuvenating. there’s caution in the connection but only for a second - a curious pause before diving in. he’s got experience but doesn’t mind letting you catch up 

his lips have a hint of a smirk - even when his face is relaxed. they are firm, fine - making you question if he kissed you at all. you’ll pull away to see if he’s mocking you only to find his eyes glassy and greedy, begging you to return for more. and you do because those icy lips feel like velvet and you yearn to be shaped by them 

narrow, firm, and a bit clumsy 

xiao, scaramouche, tighnari

his kisses a laced with hesitancy. they are hard, helpless as they connect with yours until the innocent kiss turns into an impatient and insatiable one - you’ve invited him in, offered an invitation he struggles to refuse. after all this time alone -- what have you done to him? 

his lips feel wet; at times you wonder if he’s tucked them in but as the kiss goes on they become more prominent - searching, seeking as if he’s lost in the dark unsure where you’ve gone. you cup his face and he steadies. these kisses are stubborn, starving, that when you break away he’s breathless and you can’t help but go back in; unsatisfied 

soft, warm, helplessly thoughtful 

thoma, albedo, kaveh

kissable, these lips are that and more. loveable connections that make your heart pound, skin burn. gentle kisses that leave you giddy and greedy. like the setting sun, you run toward the horizon knowing that once you catch it you’ll feel alive again - he’s pliable - but, as he opens his eyes to check in, take stock in what's in front of him, he realizes ... so are you 

its like kissing a ‘just out of the oven’ loaf of bread. sweet and savory; the heat spreads from your lips until it reaches your ears. there’s something tantalizing about him, the taste of him, you lean in for more and he catches you. these lips are proficient, provocative, moving exactly the way you need them too until the two of you break away and fall into a fit of embarrassed laughter - these lips have never known such joy 

[hollythius]

WE SHOULD TRY! | silly genshin x reader hc’s

synopsis | y/n sees a couple while out with their partner. whoo boy!

includes | childe kaeya albedo scara! kaeya’s part is a lil suggestive!

as you pass by another couple, you realize how lovey dove they look. you feel a little…outdone. you think it’s a fine time to tell your partner to lay on the pda!

CHILDE laughs and throws a warm arm around your waist, his freckled cheeks dusted pink. “oh, you wanna be more open? sure, love.” he presses a kiss to the crown of your head and squeezes you tighter. “is that good for now?” you nod, happy.

KAEYA is smug. and dare i say teasing. his hand, which was already laid upon your waist, dips lower in favor of your hip. you giggle and punch him jokingly, calling him an animal. “how about i give you something more permanent then, dove?” he coos, and your side of the taunting ends there. he laughs, before kissing your cheek. “i’m just messing, honey. unless?” you punch him again.

ALBEDO is quiet. is holding hands not enough? surely not every group of two is this close in public, right? are you unhappy? his overthinking stops when you squeeze his hand tighter, saying how you were joking. he laughs, relieved. “i thought you were angry with me, sweetness.” you shake your head and swear up and down that no, you could never be angry with him!

SCARAMUCHE gets red. he’s holding your pinkie— that’s what you agreed on! what do you mean you want more? really, all he wants to do is wrap himself around you so that only he gets to have you, but he can’t handle that right now. and you know that. so you agreed on the pinkies! “i thought we had a deal,” he drones. the look of defeat and betrayal on his face is comical. you kiss the corner of his lips, making them quirk into a bashful smile. “kuni, i’m kidding. whatever you feel comfortable with is fine with me.” he fumes. you’ll be the death of him.

[xianyoon]

good morning sweetheart

kaeya x gn reader waking up with him 0.3k words. fluff & comfort.

what is kaeya's favourite way to start the day?

kaeya, who wakes by your side – watching your chest slowly rise and fall with each and every breath that slips into your lungs. the soft morning light, a greeting from the dawn, filters through your window and hits your groggy face. so much for a gentle wake up call.

"good morning," he chuckles, watching you stir sleepily. you attempt to sit upright, but fall right back into bed.

"mmmhm."

"sleep well, pretty?" you can hear a familiar voice, soaking with gentle amusement as he looks at you rub the sleep from your eyes.

"mmmhm." he smiles amusedly, gathering you into his arms and shifting you until you're halfway on his lap. all nice and cuddled up.

it's been a while since you had a slow morning together – between his neverending stack of paperwork and your weekly adventures in the wild, being in each other's arms with the first light of dawn hitting your window is rare – and it most certainly is beautiful.

it's much, much better than feeling the last remnants of his warmth on the bed – the very last warm-to-the-touch sheets that have cooled down since he left for work.

and not to mention, you look positively adorable still bundled up in the sheets – cheeks flushed from the extra warmth of an extra body next to you, hair tousled and wild, a sleepy expression still lingering as you rub the sleep from your eyes. he has you all to himself, fresh out of bed–

– and he falls in love with you all over again, it seems.

"what is it?" you whine after noticing his longing stare – and you slump right into his waiting arms. kaeya presses a soft kiss to your forehead; warmth surges through him, warmth unfamiliar for his element, but feels so familiar with you. just you.

"nothing, sweetheart. breakfast?"

yes, that's right – falling in love with you is kaeya's favourite way to start the morning.

[i23kazu]

GENSHIN MEN & SHOWING YOU THEIR LOVE !

characters. xiao zhongli kaeya diluc childe neuvillette wriothesley x reader genre. romantic fluff!! an. i made a part 1 a looong time ago but it's time for another round of how deep is your love how deep is yooour loooove | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

xiao, who shows his love to you by silently leaving items that you mentioned that you like on your bedside stand, so that you have something to be happy about once you wake up. some days it's a bundle of qingxins or silk flowers, and other days, a bag of salty snacks from chef mao's kitchen. thank him by wrapping your arms around him, and whisper in joyful gratitude.

zhongli

zhongli, who shows his love to you by subtly acknowledging your presence in his life whenever he's talking to someone. a quiet nod in your direction whenever someone asks about any of his achievements is a common reoccurence, with a soft smile on his face as well. it's a sweet thing, almost like a shared little secret between the both of you.

diluc

diluc, who shows his love to you by making sure that he's on time when picking you up from work. he always gets there five to ten minutes earlier, so that he can pick up your favourite pastry from the cafe next door. it's a sweet thing, diluc's love – hold it close and treasure it, because he will never give this love that he gives you to anyone else.

kaeya

kaeya, who shows his love to you by continuously texting you throughout the day. the sweet reminder that you're always on his mind makes you smile with each notification lighting up your phone screen. a groan escapes your lips as he sends you a sweet message that reads, "reminded me of you, xoxo! miss you!". sweet, isn't it? attached to it is a picture of his work bathroom.

childe

childe, who shows his love to you by listening to your shared playlist with him throughout the day. laufey, beadadoobee, adam melchor, joji, and more are beats constantly pumping him through the day. he sends you screenshotted and annotated lyrics of your favourite songs, highlighting the word "love" over and over again.

neuvillette

neuvillette, who shows his love to you by remembering the little things that you like. it might be that small bakery in the north of fontaine, or that spot with the bunch of pretty flowers that you took him to once. if you love something, he remembers – it's an unforgettable kind of love, and it's the kind of love that makes you fall in love with neuvillette over and over again.

wriothesley

wriothesley, who shows his love to you by choosing to come home every single day after a long day of work at the fortress. he's weary and he shuffles his feet back to the door of your – but he doesn't care, because he's home. seeing your face light up once you see him reminds him of why he chooses to commute an hour just to get to the fortress and home, instead of staying at the fortress.

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[syvspalace]

Cant handle the compliments?

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Kaeya x gn!Reader

Content warnings: Fluff, flirting, drunk Reader, shy kaeya, petnames

A/n: I love how kaeya is canonically shy underneath his facade 😍

„That’s not gonna work, love,“ he said, holding back a laugh when you tried to flirt with him. „You’re so clearly drunk.“ You shook your head, scooting closer to him on the couch.

„Do I look drunk to you?“ You asked, your speech slightly slurred.“

„Very.“ he replied

You huffed. „Hey, just because I’m complementing you doesn’t mean that I’m drunk.“ You were still trying to deny it, but the red tint to your face and slurred speech were enough proof for him. „Whatever you say, dear.“ he said and chuckled, shaking his head. You stared at him for a while, mischievously smiling when you got an idea.

„Your eye is so beautiful.“ you suddenly said, surprising him. „Wha-” „It reminds me of the deepest depths of the ocean.“ you interrupted him. The Cherry on top was the little kiss you gave him on his cheek. What has gotten into you? His face became slightly red and he was suddenly rendered speechless. „Ah..thank you.“ he finally said. You warmly smiled at him. „You’re truly the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. Inside and out,“ You continued, caressing his cheek with one of your hands. „You deserve the universe and everything in it.“ Kaeya could feel his heart flutter, his eyes slightly widening at your sweet words. „Kaeya, you might as well take my heart, it’s already so full of yo-” he covered your mouth with his hand before you could finish your sentence.

That’s when you noticed, that his face was beet red and he was looking away. „That’s..enough. Thank you.“ his voice sounded so shy.

The next morning you woke up with the biggest hangover of your life and a surprisingly shy Kaeya, refusing to leave your side.

This could’ve definitely been better 💀

[cerealyoam]

POV: you’re fucking overworked

**

Prompt: You’ve been running around the house, demanded to do one too many chores all at the dissatisfaction of the people you live with. The Genshin men catch whiff of this.

A/N: nearly cried while writing this, long overdue!

**

Scaramouche

has seen you brutally exhausted the past couple of days.

Your tone of voice has changed, you look lost in thought whenever you’re around him, and a multitude of other things - he simply can’t not notice.

he figures maybe you’re working a bit too hard, and should just let it all pass.

In fact, weren’t you a grown person? You should be able to handle these things, right?

that is, until you got worse

he saw you less, and less, and whenever he did see you — had he managed to drag you out of the confinement of your home — you were on edge, irritable, and overall not the person he knew

He’s taken it upon himself to figure the fuck out, why you’ve been so distant

Your date has just ended, it’s around 4pm, and you’re hit with the loud, recurring noise of your phone’s ringtone.

Scaramouche, standing right next to you, is already fucking frustrated. He can’t figure out why you’re so tired, and it’s not like you’ve dropped any coherent hints anyway. So he decides to discreetly listen into the conversation from right next to you.

His blood boils at the noise.

“Hey, where are you?” The person on the phone says. “Come home quick. We need you to take care of things while we’re out.”

Scaramouche notices the way you grimace. “I’m out right now, I can’t.”

“We don’t care, no one’s at home to do the work and you’ve been doing a terrible job the past week. When are you going to take charge of your responsibilities and stop being so careless?”

The voice gets louder and louder as the conversation progresses, and you slowly begin to lose your patience. “I can’t just leave right now, I’m—“

“It doesn’t matter. If we don’t see the house clean by the time we get back, cross my fucking heart, Y/N, you’ll feel the wrath of it.”

“But I—“

“—Ungrateful, careless child.”

The phone hangs up.

You want to throw it across the fucking floor.

Alas, there’s nothing you can do. Yet again, they haven’t given you much choice. A sigh escapes you, and you pocket your phone. “I’m sorry, Scaramouche, but I have to go—“

The sight of his face shakes you to your core.

“Who. The fuck. Was that?” He asks, his voice calm, and careful, but his expression far from it.

You gulp, feeling intimidated. “It’s my family, they’re asking me to head home and take care of some stuff.”

“Ask?” He laughs, like this whole thing is a fucking joke. “Didn’t sound like asking to me. Sounded like they were fucking forcing you into it.”

“It’s my responsibility, though, I can’t just leave it,” you respond. There’s a tightness in your chest as you defend them — you know, deep down, they’re in the wrong. But they’re leaving you with no choice. You can already hear the punishment in your head, in great detail. You can hear their words reverberating in your ears.

“No fucking way, it sounds like they need to take care of their own responsibilities instead of thrusting them at you.”

Scaramouche, grabs your hand, and tugs you along. “You’re not going anywhere. If they call you again, I’ll fucking talk to them myself. Stupid fuckers. I can’t believe they’d take advantage of you like this.”

You have the rest of your date.

Eventually, scaramouche gets you to move out of your home. If things spiral out of control, he’s already on their tail to make them fuck the hell off. Will make sure they never bother yo again.

Supports you financially, too, til’ you can pay him back.

Well, he says you’ll be paying him back, but there’s no way that’s ever coming into fruition.

***

Kaeya

Will notice from the very moment your demeanour changes

You may think you’re able to hide things when you want to, but there’s always a slip-up and kaeya always stares it down.

Won’t ask you about it at first, hoping you’ll come to him eventually, but you never do.

It isn’t until he happens to look over you while you’re messaging them, that he starts getting serious

You’ve received messages from them basically listing the chores you’re in charge with as soon as you get home, and all the previous feelings of happiness from hanging out with your boyfriend deflate.

Rereading the messages don’t make you feel any better, but now there’s an ache in your chest, wondering what would happen if you forgot, or didn’t do all those things by the time they get home.

“What’s that?” Kaeya asks. He’s already read it, though, while you’ve been sulking.

“It’s nothing serious, just my work for the day,” you respond, sighing as you quickly type out a response.

Kaeya nudges your shoulder. “That’s a pretty long list of things to do,” he leans over, scrolling up through the previous messages, skimming them before you can stop him. “They treat you like this? Do you even get paid?”

“Hah, I wish. Then i wouldn’t hate it as much.”

You’re about to hit send, but Kaeya suavely slips the phone put of your hands, tucking it into his pocket.

“Hey!” You jump, hands not sure where to touch to get it back. “I was about yo—“

“And I’m afraid you won’t be able to,” Kaeya smiles, his hand now trailing down to your fingers, intertwining with them. “What a shame. Now, where were we? I was going to help you relax?”

“What? Kaeya, we—“

“To the salon it is, darling.”

Convinces you to move in with him, get a small, manageably sized apartment for you two to live in. Chips in with housework, will never overwork you the way your previous roommate did.

**

Itto

a bit of an oblivious duck

has no idea how bad you’re feeling until you start cancelling plans on him

Thinks that maybe he’s done something wrong, so ends up at your front door to apologize for whatever it is he did

Discovers he isn’t the problem here

Your doorbell rings, and you’re snapped out of your cleaning frenzy. Your housemates get to the door before you, though, and you feel worse, wondering if that’s the groceries they’ve ordered, waiting for you to have to organize all those things in their spots.

You can already feel an ache setting in your muscles, but you choose to stay in blissful ignorance until then.

However, a familiar voice startles you from your stupor.

“I’m here to see Y/n, are they home?” Itto asks, boisterous and loud.

The person opening the door, to your utmost dread. “No, they aren’t. Who are you? What do you want?”

“Oh, we’re super close. Didn’t they talk about me? The great Itto?” Itto laughs, unaware of the clearly uncomfortable tone from them.

“They’re busy, so you can leave.”

Out of curiosity, you approach the door, and Itto spots you immediately from the corner of his eye.

“Y/N!” He yells, turning to wave as he towers over them. “There you are! We need to talk. Wow, you look exhausted — why did you say they weren’t home?”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” your housemate tuts, ready to close the door shut in his face.

“Hey, wait! I need to talk to them, it’s important—“

“Didn’t you hear me?! Leave, before I—“

You jump in, frantic. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, I can talk to him—“

“You go back to your work and keep your nose out of it,” they whisper-yell, and you’re realising just how much the punishment will hurt as soon as Itto leaves.

Not wanting things to escalate further, you wave to itto and retreat back into the kitchen.

“Wait! Y/N!” Itto yells again.

He’s never seen you this tired out before. Heck, he’s realising just how long it’s been since you last had time to go out with him or his friends.

“You can’t talk to them like that!” Itto pushes against the door with his arm, his strength blocking it from closing further. “They said it’s okay. Who are you to dictate that?”

Even with the stubbornness of your housemate, itto pries open the door and invites himself in. No way is he going to let you go after this.

He calls after you again, finding you in the kitchen. You were trying to hold back tears. Of what? You didn’t have enough mental room to figure it out. Tears may have streamed down your face already.

Itto’s hands are out, unsure of whether to touch you or not. Eventually, he settles for holding your hand, gently leading you out. You follow.

“Hey, they’re in the middle of work! Who the hell do you think you ar-“

Itto shoots them a glare that shuts their mouth right up. He thinks its the least angered thing he can do.

How dare they treat you like this? You deserved so much better.

Though, he breathed in, and breathed his anger out. He wouldn’t want you to see him so uptight when you’re clearly the one trembling in his arms.

You’re led ot of the house, to a quiet place a few ways away — Itto made sure his gang kept your roommates out of it — and finally, you sit.

Itto will sit there, comfort you as long as you would like.

Will start talking to the roommate. Him and his gang scold the fuck out of them, no matter their age. If they don’t start improving, Itto will take out his savings and get you to move into a house with him, instead. Wants to make sure you’re safe, not mistreated.

“They’ll realise they’re worthless without you, hah, I hope they regret everything they did to you.”

**

Diluc

notices you feeling extra jittery lately

You’re restless, upset, and look frazzled, distracted, like you’re trying hard to hold on

Very concerned at your occasional outbursts, from small little things

It isn’t until one little thing he asks of you puts you in a full on stress-attack

“Hey, darling,” you hear diluc say from the dining hall as you walk down the stairs. “Could I ask you to pick up some of the papers from my desk? The ones with ‘dissertation’ written with red ink.”

You’re caught off guard, feeling your hands stiffen by your sides. Nonetheless, you figure it’s harmless, and reply that you will before heading for his office.

You see his table piled up with different papers, and your hands start to stiffen again. Before you realize it at all, your hands bunch up together, you stand at the doorway, struggling to take it all in. There’s so much, and there’s so much you’ve been doing, so much you still have yet to do.

Yet, you persevere. It can’t be that hard to find the papers, right? They’re in bright red ink! Yeah. You’ll get through this.

Rigid as your body moves, you make it to the table. You try not to take in the clutter — your body starts to feel cluttered on the inside, like you’re stuffed full of cotton and scrunched paper and your mind can’t take it.

You’re scared.

Why are you scared?

The list of things continues to grow in your mind.

There’s this, then that, then that other thing you’re behind on, and the thing you’ve been meaning to do for a while now, then…

You start shaking.

You don’t realise you’re shaking, because you stand there, your thoughts going ballistically fast, one after the other, so cluttered that all it does is stuff you even more with cotton.

“Darling?” You hear, and whip your head around to see diluc standing by the entrance, worry stretched across his face.

He seems to take in your shaken state, the way your hands have bunched up at your chest and your breathing getting steadily more erratic.

He calls your name, making his way to you.

The room is too messy for you to think.

You can’t think.

You close your eyes, try to breathe, find any semblance of order in your racing mind…

Diluc comes to you, his hands on your shoulders. “What happened? Is everything okay?”

The words come out sounding wrong. “I don’t… I’m… I can’t find the papers, I can’t find them—“

“Darling, no, it’s okay, they’re just papers, I can find them later,” diluc protests, but you only seem to stir further.

“Why am I feeling like this? It’s just some paper, why am I so— so restless?”

“Perhaps you’ve been pushing yourself too hard,” diluc responds, his hands slowly falling to hold your head against him and wrap you in his embrace.

“But I haven’t done what I needed to! Why am I so tired?”

Diluc was no stranger to overwork, hence your words hitting him like a brick. Is this how others felt when they saw him burnt out?

“Come, darling,” he breathes, soothing you by playing with your hair. “I’ll get Adelinde to send for some tea. Let’s go to the lounge and talk, okay?”

[j4rhead]

can i request rubbing kaeyas cock thru his underwear and not directly tocuhing him? making him cum in his boxers with only small touches and make out🤭

the following work contains: nsfw, gn reader, dom reader, very small bit about alcohol and drinking (in true kaeya fashion)

i got sorta carried away and wrote a lot cause i love kaeya, i hope to have characterized him correctly. please don't mind typos, I've proofread this but there might be some i didn't catch.

the cavalry captain is surely... something. he's polite, pleasant to have a conversation with, playful and teasing with an occasional flirt here and there—nothing that makes you uncomfortable, of course.

it's easy to see that it's nothing but a very carefully crafted mask. the man reveals almost nothing about himself save for the fact that he occasionally enjoyes a drink in the angel's share, and some weird story about his grandfather being a hardcore pirate (you don't believe a word of it).

you're burning with curiosity to know more, maybe catch him off guard, see how his mask breaks into pieces and what he's like without it, so that's how you find yourself heading for the angel's share that evening to have another chat with kaeya.

you end up having a few drinks with him, a few bits of conversation and the usual flirt. you can tell he's careful about how much he drinks in front of another person. he's not drunk yet and neither are you, but you feel the urge to do something bold like sliding your hand on top of his, so you do exactly that.

you catch the way his eyes widen slightly before he corrects his expression to a smirk and a playful quip that you don't catch because you're too busy staring intensely at his face, and you suddenly realize that he would look good wearing a broken, flushed expression, maybe even squirming underneath you.

you can't tell if that's the alcohol catching up to you or not and you frankly do not care.

never been one to beat around the bush, you inch your face closer to his and look into his eyes—you want to see if he would still have the mind to put on a facade when you start with him. he looks at you like he's analyzing your intentions, looks away for a brief second, then leans in with a teasing smile.

you two make out for what must've been minutes before you part, both flushed and panting slightly and you can see that he's somewhat aroused if his tight horseriding pants are showing you correctly, so you wordlessly signal with your head and smirk, and he replies with his signature wink (which isn't really a wink... because of the eyepatch).

rest of the motions go in a blur. next thing you know, you're pressing him against a door to some mondstadt hotel's room—of course he would be too cautious to bring me home, you think to yourself— and you're kissing him senseless.

you can tell he wants to take control of the kiss, but you bite his bottom lip and you force him back into your rhythm. your hand finds its way inside the chest window of his annoyingly complicated attire and with the briefest touch of your fingers against his skin, he gasps into your mouth.

touch starved and sensitive all over, it seems. your other hand drops to his waist and ghosts along his hips, noting how he shivers slightly at the touch as you push a knee between his legs and lick at his lips. he lets out a noise at the touches, his mouth forms a half-smirk before he opens it for you to deepen the kiss, which only makes you want to break him even more.

he hasn't exactly given in to you, rather it seems like he's enjoying this way too much to try and reverse the positions, so you take advantage of that and push your knee a bit higher against his clothed arousal. he tries to muffle his moan into your kiss so you pull back, looking at his flushed expression and feeling the way he practically heats up under your touch. he looks back at you in a daring way as if he's trying to challenge you, try and see what you can do, that's the wordless message written on his expression.

you smirk at him with confidence, dragging your hand from his hip to the very obvious tent in his pants and when you grab him through the fabric he jerks a bit from the grip before arching his back a bit into your touch and letting out a breathy moan, hands coming up to your neck and pulling you back inside for another deep kiss. this time he manages to take control of the kiss before taking revenge for your previous bite with one of his own and you think to yourself, challenge accepted.

if he wants to tease, then you'll do it to him tenfold. you tease him with feather touches on his dick then switching to rougher pulls, and you can tell he's getting more riled up and desperate by the second with the way he shuts his visible eye tightly and his breathing becomes more rapid and irregular, moans increasing in volume no matter how hard he tries to muffle them, and when you kiss the sharp edge of his jawline he squirms under your touch with a shaky gasp.

his hands slide down to grip the back of your clothes tightly while he tries to push you closer to him if that's even possible, flushed all over and cursing and a mantra of "more, fuck, pleasepleaseplease-" falling from his lips as his voice breaks slightly, somewhat deepened with pleasure and arousal, and you kiss his lips rougher than any kiss you two shared the whole night.

in a matter of seconds he arches his back and lets out a loud pretty sound against your lips and his whole body tenses like a spring, his hands gripping the back of your clothes so tightly that you fear they would rip, and his knees threaten to give out with the force of his orgasm. his expression is everything you could have asked for—flushed and lost in utter bliss as his eye looks at you in a glassy daze.

you can't help but smirk at the wet patch forming in front of his pants. who knew the famous captain kaeya, ever the mystery, would break so easily under a few touches? you have half a mind to tease him about it or maybe even shame him, see what clever witty thing he'll come up to reply with, and then finally getting rid of his very annoyingly complicated attire. after all, you've got him to yourself for a whole night, haven't you?

[written-with-blue-ink]

Love the Most - Part 2

What each of the Genshin Men's favorite thing is about you. Asks are open for requests.

Feat: Kaeya, Ayato, Zhongli and Itto

Kaeya

Your warmth. Maybe it’s the cryo vision, maybe it’s the fact this man is riddled with depression and anxieties but this man is cold to the touch. This is why when you two met he was shocked at how warm you were. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, he melts in your warmth. The cold disappears from his fingers when it comes in contact with your pristine skin and infects his whole body with admiration. You are the sun and he will crumble to the unending love and light you bring to his life…

Ayato

Your carelessness. As Yashiro Commissioner, he always has eyes on him, judging what he says and what he doesn’t. Every move is meticulously criticized by the people around him. I think that’s why he admires how you don’t care about any of that. You quickly throw your shoes off to jump in water or you speak your mind when someone is being particularly vexing. He adores your outspokenness and indifferent attitude to societal norms and wishes he could do the same…

Zhongli

Your skin. To Zhongli, whose skin can feel like the scales of a snake or the edge of polished stone, smooth but tough. For him, there is nothing like being able to feel your soft skin. Holding your hand while walking through Liyue Harbor or being able to pull you close at night, the tenderness in being in your touch means the world to him…

Itto

Your laugh. He loves it when he can make you laugh. He loves hearing it as you two run off into the countryside, away from the struggles of daily life. The victorious cackle that escapes your throat when you beat him in an Onikabuto battle. The snicker that echos in his ears when he paints his horns bright colors. The giggle sounds like music to his ears as he picks you up by the waist and spins you around, your emotions interrupting your protests to be put down. Everybody in Inazuma says he’s a fool, but as long as he makes you laugh, maybe it’s worth it…