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Babysitting tips: keep the baby entertained

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ showering tartaglia with love

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tartaglia was a mess— only for you though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you bought me like 8 shades.”

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*Minor spoilers for certain 5.7 Anecdotes*

Just completed the one where Thoma visits Mondstadt, and it made me really damn happy.

-Is that. An extended interaction Kaeya has with a playable character where he isn’t made fun of or jabbed at even once? Even the Traveler decides not to say much and just happily watches as two of their friends get along swimmingly. Not does Thoma never act suspicious or embarrassed towards Kaeya or make any jokes at his expense, he’s actively kind, uplifting, and genuine towards him, and it was sweet seeing the two of them bond so quickly. Thoma really loves talking to Kaeya, and they even exchange addresses so they can write to each other in the future. That part where Thoma says that he’ll introduce Kaeya to some real youkai when he visits Inazuma and that they’ll love meeting him was just precious. Like Kaeya’s spent most of his life unsure of how genuinely someone would like him, so imagine how it must’ve felt for someone to tell him that his friends would love meeting him with such certainty.

-There’s the way Kaeya acts with Thoma as well. He does his best to make him feel welcome since Mondstadt’s really different since the last time he’s been here, and he initially only knows Thoma as the son of one of the knights, Ulrike (yep, we got a Thoma’s mom name and job reveal - apparently she’s on the Nod-Krai expedition so keep an eye out 👀). Of course, the more Thoma converses with him, the more Kaeya learns that he’s more than just the son of a knight. Thoma tells him about how Inazuma is like, some memories of his own childhood back in Mondstadt, tales of the youkai, and Kaeya just listens attentively for everything and encourages him to tell more.

Also, it’s very worth noting that Kaeya’s sarcastic, ribbing side never comes out during this interaction - he’s really sweet, welcoming and attentive towards Thoma the entire time, and there’s a genuine contentment that this seemed to bring out of him. Even when Thoma reveals that he has trouble drinking Death After Noon because of its alcohol, Kaeya shows concern for him, and doesn’t make fun of him at all, he’s just surprised because apparently his mother has a heavy alcohol tolerance. And when Thoma asks to switch to drinking cider, Kaeya accepts without a second thought (considering how Kaeya gathers intel by talking to inebriated people who let their guard down, not only was he genuinely trying to befriend Thoma here, but also respects his boundaries). He also tells Thoma about his mother a lot, and each time, he talks positively of her, from what he knows of her personality to what she’s been up to when Thoma was in Inazuma. In the end, Kaeya’s really happy to have Thoma as a new friend and looks forward to hanging out with him in Inazuma too.

This was such a sweet interaction between these two characters, I hope they get to do stuff in events in the future or something. An interaction like this between Kaeya and someone else was what I’ve been wanting to see for a long time, and the only negative about it is that it’s not permanently available.

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✦ [5.7 Dain quest spoilers] Our sibling’s true goal…

(Was I supposed to be against our abyss twin? Let them cook, what's the issue lol?)

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Freckles !

[📃] You were never this physically close to Thoma to see the marks scattered on his cheeks. Needless to say, you find it cute.

[🖇️] Thoma

[🖋️] fluff, pre-relationship ;; One Shot

[1] Deprived. I’ve been so deprived it's not even funny. ignore any writing mistakes, i just needed to write this out

[2] My reaction when I noticed my friend has freckles. It’s so cute guys.

Thoma isn’t exactly fond of his freckles.

It's weird, some people had mentioned, so he never really let anyone close to notice the spots that dot over his skin. 

You, however, seem extremely excited when you notice the spots that dot over his arms, previously running a curious hand over them when Thoma consented. He liked the smile on your face, the little gasp of surprise. 

And now, as the both of you take a small break from work, sitting on one of the benches in the Kamisato estate, Thoma’s sentence is suddenly cut off when he hears you let out a loud gasp.

He turns to you, eyes wide. “... [Name]?”

“Oh-” Thoma blinks at your wide eyed stare. “My. Archons.”

“... Yes?” His own eyes are wide as he stares into yours, a slight flush beginning to creep up on his face, but you are far from noticing the red dusting his cheeks. 

No, oh no, your eyes are too focused on the spots that cover his cheeks and Thoma nearly reaches a hand to cover his face but he sees you gape. “Oh my Archons, you have freckles!” Your hand mindlessly reaches up to cup his cheeks, your face moving closer to his to inspect the newfound knowledge. “Not like I didn’t think you would, considering I noticed the ones around your arms and neck, but I didn’t think it’d- it’ll be around your cheeks! It's so unnoticeable too If I didn’t–” 

You pause just to brush curious fingers on a small dot close to his cheek, and you miss the way he flushes, the way Thoma lets out a small stutter as he tries to process the closeness of your face to his. 

“That's so cute! It’s- Oh that's– it's only on one side?! That's so cute!” 

Thoma’s face turns impossibly red at the wide smile that breaks on your face following that excited squeal that left your lips. 

It was only then that you realized your position. Hands on his face, and your face too close to his, your nose nearly brushed against his– and you quickly let go of his cheeks, your own face turning red. “Oh- I’m so sorry. I didn’t, I got too excited, I’m sorry I didn’t mean–!”

Your hands wave around as apologies tumble out, face too warm, eyes too wide as they flicker from Thoma’s own red face to the sky to anywhere but him– “I.. I didn’t mean to…” You cough and cover your face with your hands. “....I’m sorry.”

Thoma quickly recovers at that muffled apology, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “No… no it’s alright. Hey…” You hear him let out a muffled laugh, and you groan. “No, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to touch your face without permission. Or… or get… too close….” Your voice turns weaker with each word, but Thoma’s smile grows wider. 

“You can look.” You perk up, but you don’t exactly remove the hands on your face. You feel his hands gingerly touch yours, and you let him slowly remove them from your face, and he lets out a laugh. You puff out your cheeks, face still warm, but he just grins widely at you, despite the blush on his cheeks, despite the affection blooming in his chest, he repeats, “You can look. I… I don’t mind you being close.”

“...Really?” Your eyes are wide as you stare at him, feeling the warmth on your face fade slightly. 

“Yeah.” Thoma leans close, smiling. You take the movement as an invitation and raise your hands to his cheeks again, and a small, subconscious smile creeps up on your lips. 

“....I like it.” You quietly mumble. Thoma chuckles, “You do?”

You nod. “It's cute.” There’s a small pause as your fingers brush on the freckles that dot over the right side of his face, and you smile. “It’s really cute.” 

He flushes, but Thoma decides that if he gets to have you this close to him, he doesn’t mind the freckles that cover his skin. 

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happy pride

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dumb shitpost i made when 4.7 archon quest came out. #thanksdainsleif

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The Genshin outfit of the day is:

Wriothesley from Hoyofair by KANOSE!

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same image btw

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Master and Disciple reunited~

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4:04 PM ~ Wriothesley

Summary: Siegewinne is worried about Wriothesley being sick. So she goes to the surface to ask the kind doctor for help. And you aren't leaving until he takes his health seriously.

Pairing: Wriothesley X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1192

Warning: Illness

Masterlist

Everyone in the Fortress of Meropide could tell something was wrong with Wriothesley. Rumors and speculation circled through the cells as to what the cause could be. Only the Melusines knew for sure what was bothering him.

You see, despite every effort to hide it, Wriothesley was sick.

He had a runny nose, a cough and a splitting headache. He tried to cover it up the best he could and continue his work like normal. However, the Melusines were quick to notice that the Administrator was under the weather. For the better part of the morning, they banded together in an attempt to make him feel better, but all of their efforts were in vain. For when Wriothesley got sick, he got grouchy. Any time a Melusine tried to get close in an effort to help, he would order them away and slam the door in their face. 

This led to Siegewinne making a decision for the benefit of all the Melusines and the prisoners in Meropide. She snuck to the surface and into Fontaine to find medicine and warm food to give him. And that's how she wound up in your apothecary.

"Welcome to the Fontaine Apothecary. How may I be of assistance?" You asked her, a sweet smile on your lips.

"Do you have any medicine I can give someone who is sick with a cold?" She asked, her head tilted to the side as she looked at all of your medicine on the shelves behind you.

You nodded. "I have lots of medicine that can help. Can you describe their symptoms to me?"

Counting on her fingers, she listed his ailments. "He's suffering from the sniffles, a runny nose, a headache, and he has a bad cough."

"I see. Sounds like quite the cold. But I have a home remedy that can relieve his symptoms." As you got to work preparing the medicine, you asked another question of the little Melusine. "Does he have an upset stomach?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. He's never complained of one, that is."

"I see. Well, if you don't mind, I'll prepare some warm soup, as well as give you an assortment of teas that should also help."

"Thank you! Thank you very much!"

"It is not a problem at all!" You assure her.

When your work is done, you place the medicine, soup, and tea into a basket to hand to her. However, as soon as she grabs it, you notice her struggling to carry it out the door. Quickly, you emerged around the counter and gently took the basket from her.

"Do you mind if I carry it? It's awfully heavy."

She shakes her head. "I don't mind. I can lead the way."

"Sounds like an excellent idea. I'll follow you."

And you did, all the way to the Fortress of Meropide. You were a little intimidated by its size and the fact that it is a prison, but you would not be deterred. If this sweet little Melusine was willing to go inside, so would you.

Sigewinne knocked once more on Wriothesley's door and he yelled at her to leave him alone. His sharp words and congested voice made you frown. Instead of heeding his orders, you barged into his office.

"What is the meaning of this?" He snapped, glaring daggers into you.

You simply paid him no mind as you laid the items in the basket on a table in his office. "Your dear friend here was worried about you, so she came to me looking for medicine, which I am providing for you."

"I don't need any medicine." He dismissively replied. "I feel fine."

"Have you eaten at all today?"

"That is none of your concern."

You shrug in response. "Very well. I shall take this soup and tea with me. I'd hate for it to go to waste on someone who is ungrateful for its help."

"Tea?" You could see him pause at your words. "What kind of tea?"

You give him a warm smile, although your eyes show a hint of smugness. "A special blend of chamomile that can cure any cold."

Wriothesley appeared conflicted as he mulled over your words. Eventually he sighed and gestured to the two of you. "Thank you for the medicine, food, and tea. You may go now."

Sigewinne nodded and went on her merry way. But you didn't. Instead, you folded your arms over your chest and nodded to the food and tea.

"I want to watch you eat?"

"You, what?"

"I want to make sure you eat everything I've provided and then you take the medicine I made." You reply. "And I won't take no for an answer."

He scowled before taking the cup of tea you made and drank it one go. "You are stubborn."

"As are you." You replied, a challenging smirk curling the corners of your lips. "Now, are you hungry? You need to eat before you can take your medicine."

He ravenously ate the soup and you offered him the medicine. He looked at it skeptically, but you just frowned. "If you don't take it, I'll force your mouth open to take it."

"You're awfully demanding for someone in the presence of the Administrator to this prison."

"Your friend went through a lot of trouble to make sure you are well again." You snap. "I will not have her efforts go to waste. Now take the damn medicine, or so help me Archons..."

"Fine, fine. Have it your way." He choked down the medicine and grimaced at the taste. "There. Happy?"

You nodded with a smug smile. "I am pleased. Now, I'm ordering you on bed rest for the rest of today and I will be back tomorrow with more medicine."

"You can't just order me around!" He shot back. "I am the Administrator of this prison and a Duke to boot. I should be ordering you around."

You roll your eyes at his little temper tantrum. "You are sick and not in the right frame of mind to be ordering anyone around. That is why you must be on rest, so this prison does not fall into disarray because of poor decisions you make when you are sick. Besides, I am a doctor and I know what's best for my patients to recover."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I don't make poor decisions when I'm sick."

"Fine, don't listen to me. Get more sick and infect your whole prison until you're all sick. But don't say I didn't warn you. Cold like this can spread faster than wildfire. And I will not have their illnesses on my conscience." You shook your head and made your way to the door.

"Wait." His voice made you pause. You turn your head to watch him sigh. "Fine. I will rest if you come back with more medicine tomorrow and teach Sigewinne how to make it."

Your smug smile returns. "There. Now was that so hard? I shall return tomorrow morning with the ingredients for Sigewinne. Until then, you are to get into bed and stay there until my room. Understood?"

"Yes doctor."

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ꨄ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒

how does he react to you running to him for a hug?

cast: Diluc, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wriothesley, Ifa

warnings: SFW/FLUFF, fem reader, reader gets lifted/spun around, cacucu gives reader a ride hehe, short and sweet ♡

MINORS DNI I AM AN 18+ BLOG!

When your legs carry you quickly to the arms of your beloved Diluc, you’re already running with your heart pounding and a smile on your face. The redhead is locking up the Tavern, usually more than aware of his surroundings, but he’s glancing at the keys jingling in his hand - then his ears finally perk up to the sound of feet rapidly hitting the cobblestone. He jerks his head towards the commotion, fingers flexing like he’s mere seconds from drawing his claymore for battle. Only it’s you, nearly flying to him as you open your arms and yell “Diluc!” with a breathless laugh.

He barely has time to spread his own arms, but Diluc would never let you fall or even collide with his broad body in such a way that could possibly injure you, so instead he swiftly catches you at the waist with surprising grace as he chuckles your name in return, a gasp leaving your lips when his grip on your body turns into a romantic spin in the air. Your heart and body feel elated with affection as Diluc’s strong arms set you back upon the ground, but they curl around your waist to keep you pressed to his chest while you both catch your breaths.

“Now what was that about, darling?” Diluc muses, a good natured pinch to your cheek as his other hand flattens against the small of your back to keep you steady because your heart is still racing fiercely - only not from running to him, but from the way your lover looks at you. His eyes simmer like molten ruby, always leaving you a little shy from the honesty of his love for you that lies within them. He blushes when your smile widens and you curl into his embrace.

“Just….wanted to surprise you, ‘luc.” you giggle, bouncing up on your toes to kiss him. Diluc hums, thanking you with a kiss returned, and another dotted to your nose - your sweeter and more playful quirks keeping him on his toes but always making his heart pound with ardent affection for you.

You spy Alhaitham walking along the road in Sumeru City, and unsurprisingly he has his attention on a book in his hands. You chew your lip, weighing your options for a few seconds - on one hand if you run to him and leap into his arms for a hug he may startle and drop his beloved book, and might be a bit cross with you. On the other - the moment will pass soon enough and he’ll spot you, leaving your opportunity dashed. The wind suddenly ruffles his hair, and you spy your lovers lips quirk in the slightest as he reads his book, causing your heart to soar with affection just as quickly as your legs suddenly start to move when you begin to run towards the grey haired scribe. If he scolds you, you know it’ll be lighthearted and your kisses will make up for it.

But Alhaithams sharp gaze suddenly looks up and sees you - as aware as ever, and his facial expression surprisingly brings you to a near halt just as you’re about to collide with him. Your feet scramble as your chest bumps against his with a soft “oof!” before you dissolve into laughter at the way Alhaithams smile reaches his aquamarine eyes and soft, huffed laughter leaves his nostrils. His book is then tucked under his arm as his large hands move to hold you by the shoulders, and he tilts his head as he looks at you, like he’s inspecting you.

“You don’t seem to be in any danger, so why run to me? You could’ve have hurt yourself if you had tripped.” He muses with an eyebrow slightly raised.

“I was just coming to hug you, Haitham.” your voice sounds like a honeyed promise, and the idea of you in his arms for such a big display makes his face warm with a certain awkward shyness, thankful the blush on the tips of his ears is concealed by his headphones. He sighs as he pulls you against him closely, the warmth of his tight embrace and his lips on the crown of your head like a secret reserved only for you.

He mumbles against your hair as a large palm rubs up and down your spine, his heart pounding like yours not from running but from the way you always leave him feeling wanted, “then allow me to hold you properly, hm?”

You hadn’t heard from Kaveh all day, and you were feeling a bit worried about him - he had a few projects he was working on and was prone to overworking himself so you were on your way to visit him with a basket full of goodies to hopefully encourage him to rest, and lift his spirits. What you didn’t anticipate, was to see him leaving the Lambards tavern with an unopened bottle of wine and a smile on his face. He looked elated, and had a spring in his step.

You giddily waved to him, shouting a loud “Kaveh!” across the distance where he was and he instantly met your gaze, brightly smiling in mutual surprise and began to jog towards you. In your excitement your feet carried you to him swiftly as well, your basket of treats bouncing in your arms and you hoped nothing would accidentally spill out. Kaveh then opened his arms and with a loud laugh he caught your form against his, squeezing you tightly in his hold. He let out a long sigh of relief against your temple, and when your own arms curled around his lithe waist to hug him back you hummed at the spicy scent of his cologne until he pulled away just enough to smile triumphantly at you.

“I just made an amazing client. This could really turn things around for me…for us. I was actually just coming to find you to celebrate!” Kaveh beams, holding up the bottle of wine. You cup his face and bring his lips to yours for a kiss, and like a true romantic the blonde deepened it for a moment, making your legs wobble a bit. Both of your hearts were beating in a frenzied sync from running into each others arms and now being wrapped up in his arms, full of excitement and even of hope.

You had already planned to meet with him, a date with Wriothesley on the surface had you particularly excited - the cafe and then shopping, an intimate picnic to end the day. You briskly walked to your meeting point, eager to spend time with your love. You turn the corner and there in front of cafe Lutece stands your tall, broad, and handsome man who holds a few rainbow roses wrapped in paper in his grasp. Your chest fills with elation, smile going from sweet to giddy as you get closer. It’s then Wriothesley notices you and quickly angles his body towards you, his grin dissolving into a peal of laughter as he opens his arms for you to come nearer.

You giggle in anticipation when your heart tells you to run - your feet suddenly picking up on the brick beneath you as you cross the distance to the awaiting arms of the Duke. You then crash into him with arms around his neck, the delicate bouquet of flowers dropped to the ground and a squeal of delight leaving your throat when his hands catch you under your thighs and he hoists you into the air, your legs naturally going around his waist as his lips collide with yours for a searing kiss. His grip under your thighs jostles you a bit and you end up laughing against his mouth, swatting his shoulder when his palm nearly moves itself to the globe of your ass. But instead his icy blue eyes soften and he nuzzles his nose playfully against your own - daring not to put you down just yet.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know that?” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. You hum happily, kissing him square on the lips a second time before he gently lowers you to the ground, your knees wobbling a bit as you both chuckle at the way you have to steady yourself against him. Wriothesley scoops up the flowers from the ground and hands them to you - they’re unharmed luckily and you press them to your nose to inhale the sweet scent, smiling widely at the man before you who presses a loving kiss to your forehead.

He can’t help but pull you to him again for another quick embrace, perhaps to hide the small dusting of pink on his cheekbones when he thinks about how perfect you always feel in his arms.

The Natlan heat left you fanning yourself almost desperately, sipping the cool water in your canteen before sighing at the sweltering sun beaming down onto your skin. Cacucu squawked in annoyance, wanting to cool off as well as you and he both waited on Ifa to return for a trip to the seaside for some well needed swimming. You laughed when the round, pink saurian suddenly made a sound of excitement as he peered across the land, shouting “Ifa!” over and over as the veterinarian got closer to where you waited for him. You stood to your feet in anticipation yourself, your arm going up to wave in greeting to your lover - but as you did so, Cacucu’s talons suddenly wrapped themselves around your wrist and lifted you into the air as he flew towards Ifa.

You shriek with slight fear and surprise - knowing your friend wouldn’t drop you but you’re still a ways off the ground while Ifa runs to you as if he plans to catch you if you fall. Cacucu continues to squawk “bro!” until he’s close enough to Ifa to lower you down, and as you drop to the ground your feet catch up quickly lest you fall - your legs move into a short and clumsy sprint to close to distance.

Ifa grunts and catches you at the waist before you can stumble like a newborn fawn, both of your now intertwined bodies spinning in a slight circle then slowing to a stop.

You’re both panting and laughing lightly, Ifa pressing your slightly trembling form to his sturdy one and kisses your cheek. Cacucu promptly lands on his head, urging the man to hurry up and take him swimming. Ifa shakes his head and promises it’s almost time to go, but not before he cups your face and grins at you charmingly from beneath the brim of his hat.

“You know, you could have just waited for me.” he quips playfully, winking at the way you roll your eyes and kiss him before he can say anything else about your impromptu flight. Ifa grins against your lips and won’t say in front of his saurian companion about how you being with him like this, is as thrilling as gliding through the sky - of not more.

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How they show love without saying it

SOrry that I was gone for so long gang

Pls forgive me

Here is how I think tall Genshin men would show their love

Pls enjoy

Its long af

Also minors DNI as there are NSFW themes mentioned and explored here so for your safety and developmental health DO NOT READ THIS!!!

✦ Diluc

Acts of service are his primary love language. He’ll quietly fix things around your home. Your broken lamp, a creaky door, even your cracked tea mug—and never say a word about it.

He memorizes your daily routine, making sure your path is always well-lit at night, and there's always hot tea waiting if you're late.

When you come home whining and crying about how stressful everything’s been, how your boss was a fucking nightmare and nothing's going right, Diluc just listens at first—stoic, quiet, pulling you close like always. But comfort only goes so far. He knows exactly what you need, and it’s not tea. It’s him dragging you to the bed, spreading your legs, and eating you out like it’s the only thing that’ll fix you. He holds your thighs down, tongue deep and slow, making you sob from the overstimulation until your eyes are glassy and your voice breaks—because if you’re going to cry, it sure as hell won’t be from work.

You never ask him to walk you home, but he shows up anyway—silent beside you, but his presence says, I worry, I care, I’m here.

When he hears you’re sick, you just wake up to a stockpile of medicine, soup, and blankets, all with no note. Just a faint scent of his cologne left behind.

He’s bad with words, but his gaze lingers. Longer than it should. And when you look back, he looks away.

✦ Kaeya

He flirts with everyone, but the way he remembers the small things about you—your favorite fruit, that one story you told in passing—is how he truly shows affection.

Always has a spare coat or handkerchief ready. Not that he’ll admit he brought it for you. “You just looked cold, sunshine.”

He flirts with the whole damn tavern, but the second you’re alone in the alley out back, he proves just how little anyone else matters. You're barely able to catch your breath from the walk there before he’s got you pressed up against the cold wall, dress rucked up, panties shoved aside, and his cock buried deep. He holds your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you hard and fast from behind. The bar's music still thumps through the walls, but all you can hear is the wet slap of skin and your own breathy moans as he drives into you like he’s been waiting all night. You wanted his attention? Now you’ve got it—and he’s going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.

If someone dares upset you, they mysteriously have a very bad day soon after. He never confirms it, but his smug smile says enough.

He buys two drinks from Good Hunter—your order and his—without asking. Just slides it toward you while pretending it’s no big deal.

He walks on the outer side of the road, always between you and any danger. Never says why. Never will.

✦ Zhongli

He speaks poetically, but the love is in his constancy. He shows it in the way he listens to you—truly listens. No interruptions, no drifting attention.

Keeps you out of the rain with his umbrella—so subtly that you don’t notice until you’re dry and he’s half-soaked.

He’s slow, deliberate, reverent—your body worshipped like something ancient and sacred beneath him. In the soft golden light of your shared bedroom, he moves with purpose, hips rolling deep into you, slow enough to make you whine for more. He kisses every inch of your skin like a vow, hands firm on your thighs as he splits you open with such aching care. And when he finally presses a kiss just below your navel—right over your womb—you feel it in your soul. It’s not just sex with him, it’s devotion. He’s filling you with more than just his cock—he’s pouring every ounce of love, want, and need into you until you’re trembling beneath him, completely and utterly his.

He always remembers what flowers you like and places them in vases around your shared space without saying a word.

Brings you warm tea just when you're thinking about it. Every single time.

If you're anxious, he’ll place a grounding hand on your back or shoulder—no words, just silent strength.

✦ Childe (Tartaglia)

He’s loud and dramatic, but his true love comes through in his protectiveness. He’ll keep a casual arm around your waist when walking in public—not just for affection, but to keep you close.

Teaches you how to fight—not to make you a soldier, but because he wants you to be safe when he’s not there.

He’s loud, cocky, and loves to show off—but when he’s got you on your back with your legs over his shoulders, he gets real serious, real fast. After a long day of spoiling you and hauling your bags like the overprotective bastard he is, he ends it by fucking you like it’s a war he's winning. He slams into you with wild precision, rough enough to make the headboard crack against the wall, grinning every time you moan his name like a prayer. When you’re shaking and crying out, nails digging into his back, he leans down, sweat dripping off his jaw, and growls about how tight you are—how no one else will ever get you like this. Not when you're this full, this ruined, this his.

Whenever he travels, he brings back something small for you. A trinket, a snack, a funny story. “Saw this and thought of you. Weird, huh?”

You never carry heavy bags when he’s around. He snatches them from your hand with a scoff, “What kind of guy would I be if I let you do all the work?”

Late at night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he strokes your hair and murmurs how much you mean to him.

✦ Baizhu

He checks on your health constantly, but in soft, non-intrusive ways—subtle glances at your hands for signs of stress, casual questions about your sleep patterns.

Slips herbal sweets or calming tea into your bag without telling you. Just in case.

He handles you like a fragile prescription—careful, methodical, but with a knowing touch that always lands exactly where you need it. You come to him aching, worn down, and he insists on giving you a "full-body remedy." He spreads your legs on his clinic table like he’s preparing for an exam, fingers slow and deep inside you, stroking places that make your back arch. He talks you through every pulse and tremble, voice low and clinical, even as you're gasping for more. And when his cock finally slides in, it’s a slow, thorough treatment—his hips grinding deep as he murmurs about how good you're taking it, how your body’s responding perfectly. It’s filthy and tender all at once—Baizhu doesn’t just fuck you, he treats you, and you leave that table ruined in all the right ways.

Always has a warm cloth ready if your hands are cold. Holds them gently like he’s diagnosing the soul.

If you mention a minor ache or issue, the next day there’s a custom remedy made “for a patient” that just happens to be perfect for you.

Doesn’t always say “I love you,” but he adjusts his schedule to make time for you—something he does for no one else.

✦ Ayato

A master of keeping feelings hidden, so his love shows in how he makes space for you in his world—in his schedule, in his home, in his heart.

Silently ensures your favorite dessert is served at every gathering he hosts. Even if you say you don’t want anything, it’s there.

He’s polished, composed, always one step ahead—but when the doors are locked and your knees are on the edge of his expensive desk, he fucks you like you’re the only thing that ever made him lose control. He doesn't rush—no, Ayato devours you with finesse, hips grinding in deep, slow circles that leave you trembling. Your cries echo off lacquered walls, but he doesn’t care. He slides a hand into your hair, tilts your head back, and keeps going until your legs shake and you’re clenching around him like you’ll break. He’ll go right back to attending meetings with his usual calm after, but the bruises on your hips and the mess on his pristine shirt say otherwise—because you are his favorite secret to indulge in.

He’s always busy, yet if you text him late at night, he replies instantly—even if it’s just an emoji or a single-word response, it means you come first.

You’ll never see him panic, but when you’re upset, he’ll appear by your side with your favorite book, a cup of tea, and a quiet smile.

He doesn’t talk about you publicly, but his subordinates know: if it involves you, it matters.

✦ Thoma

The king of quiet caretaking. You’ll never have to do chores around him—he’ll cook, clean, and hum while doing it all, smiling softly when you offer to help.

If you’re having a bad day, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong—he just makes your comfort food, lights a candle, and sits beside you with patience.

He’s the kindest man you know, always cleaning up after you, doting like it’s second nature—but when he gets you alone, he’s dangerously sweet. He has you bent over the kitchen counter he just wiped clean, fucking you from behind with a low groan in your ear, your apron still half-on and your moans muffled by your own forearm. He grips your waist like he’s holding you together, thrusts steady and deep, muttering soft praises about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him. And when you start to fall apart, he wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you upright like the good boy he is—always taking care of you, even when he’s fucking the life out of you.

Keeps a list of all your likes and dislikes in his head and plans around them. The weather’s cold? He already packed your scarf.

Always brings back something small from his errands—flowers, snacks, a shiny rock he thought you’d find cool.

He says “take care” like he means “please don’t get hurt, I’m begging you.”

✦ Itto

He’s loud, chaotic, and messy—but his love is in his loyalty and pride in you. You’re his favorite topic. If someone asks about his gang, he ends up bragging about you instead.

Will fight anyone who so much as jokes about you in a weird tone. Immediately. Doesn’t care who it is.

He’s all bark and biceps until he’s got you pinned under him, rutting into you like he’s got something to prove—and he does. You’re his, and he’s gonna fuck you like he wants the whole neighborhood to know. The bed creaks, the headboard bangs, and you’re gripping the sheets like your life depends on it while he keeps pounding into you with wild, relentless thrusts. He moans loud, praises you louder, and when you start crying from the stretch and the pressure, he just grins, wipes your tears with his thumb, and keeps going. “Look at you, takin’ all of me like a champ,” he’d say if he wasn’t too busy making you scream his name into the damn mattress.

Shares his food with you, even if it’s his last dango milk. That’s a big deal.

Tries (and fails) to do things like write you poems or make handmade gifts. They’re usually bad—but endearing in the way he gets so excited to show you.

He’s the kind of guy to carry you on his shoulders just because. To him, it’s not about showing off—it’s about holding you up where you belong: “at the top of the world, babe.”

✦ Alhaitham

He’s not showy about his feelings, but his love is in his consistency and attention to detail. He’ll remember exactly how you like your tea, your preferred seat in a library, the book you were curious about three weeks ago.

If you're walking beside him and the sun is too harsh, he’ll casually tilt his book to shade you instead.

He’s all quiet control and precision until you catch him alone in his study, the world muted except for the slick slide of his fingers undressing you. No grand gestures—just slow, calculated exploration of every inch, tongue tracing lines like he’s memorizing your body’s secrets. When he finally sinks into you, it’s measured but deep, hips pushing forward with deliberate pressure that makes you gasp, then shiver. His dark eyes lock with yours, calm and intense, as he leans close to press a whispered curse against your collarbone, dragging you deeper into the kind of silence where only breath and moans exist. You’re not just his partner—you’re his obsession, and he’ll make sure you feel every damn second of it.

Doesn't say "I miss you." Instead, he leaves sticky notes with neutral reminders on them that end with: You’d better come back safe.

He listens—even when it looks like he’s ignoring you. Later, he’ll reference something small you said during a rant. "You were worried about this, weren’t you? I took care of it."

He offers his headphones to you. That’s his version of an intimate gesture. Quiet, shared peace. Just vibes and closeness.

✦ Kaveh

He shows love by romanticizing every little thing you do. You pick a flower? He compares you to a Renaissance painting. You trip? He calls it a "graceful stumble of a poetic soul."

He decorates your shared space with warm lights and cozy throw pillows, always claiming it’s for ambience, but it’s really for you.

He’s all softness and warmth until the moment he pins you gently to the couch with a sigh, lips trailing hot kisses down your neck as his hands roam possessively over your curves. His voice drops low, full of poetry and promise, murmuring filthy words that make your skin crawl and your pulse race. When he slides inside you, it’s slow and tender but with an edge of desperation, fingers threading through your hair as he presses you closer, whispering about how you’re his perfect masterpiece—flaws and all. You’re tangled in his arms, drowning in the sweet ache of his touch, every kiss a brushstroke painting you as his ultimate muse, craving and claiming you in every lingering thrust.

He always walks you home, no matter how tired or late it is. And he sings—just softly enough that you almost miss it.

Gives you handmade gifts, even if he’s broke. A framed drawing, a handcrafted pendant, a poem he accidentally left on your pillow.

If you’re sad, he tries to cheer you up by distracting you with a passionate monologue about something ridiculous. Works every time.

✦ Neuvillette

Reserved but deeply observant, he notices when your mood shifts by the slightest margin. He doesn’t press—you just suddenly find time clearing on his calendar so he can spend it with you.

Carries a handkerchief for you at all times. He’ll wordlessly pass it to you during emotional moments, his hand gently brushing yours.

He’s calm and reserved until he’s got you backed against a bookshelf in his private study, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your most sensitive places. His tongue follows the path of his fingers, teasing you with maddening precision—pressing just enough to make you whimper, then sliding deeper where you need it most. His touch is confident, almost clinical, but there’s heat in every stroke, every flick, building you up until your legs tremble and your breath hitches. When he finally parts you with his fingers and slips inside, it’s slow, intense, and unrelenting, as if marking you not just with pleasure but ownership, leaving no doubt that you’re his to cherish and unravel.

He walks at your pace, even if it means slowing down by half. Always on your left, always watching the crowd for trouble.

Will place your favorite snack on your desk during long days—officially “from the court’s hospitality,” but you know it was him.

When you're overwhelmed, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and quietly reads to you from his favorite books. His voice alone feels like safety.

✦ Wriothesley

Tough exterior, heart of warm, guarded affection. His way of showing love? Protecting your peace like a guard dog with manners.

Keeps a second pair of gloves just for you in case your hands get cold. Doesn’t say anything—just offers them casually like it’s no big deal.

He’s all controlled strength until he presses you hard against a cold wall, hips snapping into yours with rough, rhythmic force, fingers sliding underneath your clothing to wrap around your pearl-tight heat. His grip tightens with every thrust, his breaths sharp against your neck as he fucks you like he’s got something to prove—something only you can unlock. He doesn’t say much—just curses under his breath, low and urgent, as his hand teases and toys at your most sensitive spots, making your body shudder and your moans spill over. Every hard slap of skin, every calloused finger pressing deep, says plainly: you’re his, and he’s taking what’s his without mercy or apology.

Gives you his coat when you’re cold. Always. No matter how freezing he ends up.

He watches you when you talk—not in a creepy way, but with a sort of awe, like he can’t believe you’re real.

If you're upset, he won’t make you talk about it. He’ll invite you to box with him or cook with him instead, letting you work it out your way. He’s not good at emotions—but he’s always there.

✦ Ororon

His love is in the little things: the way he always makes sure your weapons are clean and ready, even if you never asked.

When you’re tired, he insists on carrying your gear, grumbling under his breath but secretly loving the excuse to help.

Ororon’s quiet strength turns feral behind closed doors. When he pins you against a wall after a long day, his hands grip firm but possessive, sliding beneath your clothes with urgent intent. He doesn’t need to whisper sweet nothings—his actions speak loud enough as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing skin, tongue flicking over bruises he plans to leave. His pace is relentless, a fierce storm of need and control, driving you wild until you’re gasping and trembling under him. No words—just raw, fierce devotion marked by every hard thrust and rough touch.

He’s the kind of guy who shows affection through playful teasing but softens when he thinks no one is looking — a quick brush of his fingers against your hand or a lingering gaze.

If you get hurt, he’s the first to patch you up, his touch careful and surprisingly gentle for someone so fierce.

He shares stories from his travels just to see you smile and hear your laugh.

✦ Ifa

Ifa is more outgoing and sociable than people expect, showing his love through easy conversation, teasing, and warmth mixed with his natural calmness.

He expresses care by listening actively and offering thoughtful advice, always ready to engage deeply with you about ideas or feelings.

Ifa’s playful charm turns deliciously wicked when he’s got you alone. Between teasing kisses and whispered jabs, his fingers find your most sensitive places with practiced ease, drawing moans that make him grin. He loves to push your limits, tracing lazy circles with his tongue where you least expect, making you squirm and beg for more. When he finally slides inside, it’s with a mix of gentle warmth and mischievous hunger, his hands never still, exploring, claiming. His low chuckles and soft curses fill the room as he takes you in waves, making sure pleasure and laughter are tangled together—his signature way of loving you hard.

Enjoys playful banter and sometimes uses humor to lighten tense moments, showing affection through shared laughter and connection.

He remembers little details about your preferences and surprises you with small, considerate gifts like plants or trinkets that reflect your interests.

His love is a balance of extroverted warmth and grounded steadiness—he makes space for you while keeping things lively and genuine.

(Guys I'm so sorry if Ifa and Ororon's parts are off character I haven't even gotten to the Fontaine archon quest and like I've seen them and like never fully interacted with them so like yeah I'm just going off of looks and edits I've seen on TikTok TwT)

✦ Capitano

His love is in his protective presence—always a little too close for comfort, but never crossing boundaries.

Brags about you loudly to his crew, making sure everyone knows you’re his priority.

He’s all sharp angles and rough edges when he corners you against the ship’s bulkhead, hands gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life—and maybe he is. His breath is hot against your ear as he mutters curses and promises you only feel when he’s grinding into you hard and fast, claiming every inch with the precision of a captain taking command. His fingers dig into your waist, nails teasing bruises as his tongue finds yours, rough and demanding. When he fucks you against the cold metal, it’s fierce, protective, and utterly relentless—like he’s marking you as his, no questions asked.

He fixes things for you—broken doors, leaky faucets, or a torn jacket—without being asked.

When he’s nervous about you, he fidgets or tries to distract himself with loud jokes, but his eyes always find you.

Offers his coat or armor to shield you from rain or danger, like a living shield.

✦ Dottore

His love is weird but real: he shows it through thoughtful (if bizarre) experiments designed to improve your life.

Surprises you with strange gadgets or potions that somehow end up making things easier—or at least more interesting.

His love shows in strange ways, but when he pulls you into his cluttered lab, the intensity shifts. Fingers slick with something cold and unfamiliar, he teases your skin, exploring with scientific precision that somehow feels impossibly intimate. His tongue flicks with curious hunger, tasting, testing, driving you wild with the slow build of his calculated touch. When he finally takes you, it’s experimental—alternating between delicate care and rough urgency—his whispered calculations drowned out by your gasps and moans. Even in chaos, his obsession with you is clear: you’re his greatest experiment, and he’s determined to perfect every sensation.

Listens intensely when you talk, occasionally taking notes, then later shows up with solutions or improvements.

Despite his eccentricity, he always remembers your favorite things and makes sure they’re nearby.

When you’re upset, he offers a quiet presence, tinkering beside you, proving that love can be shown in many unconventional ways.

✦ Pantalone

Love, to him, is control and provision. You’ll never go without—not when he exists. He ensures it.

Buys out entire boutiques just because you once admired a coat in the window. He won’t tell you—he’ll just gesture toward the wardrobe and say, “Take your pick.”

Behind closed doors, his need to control takes on a more primal edge. He pins you with that same quiet power, fingers trailing possessively over your skin as he claims every inch without words. His touch is both reverent and demanding, guiding you exactly how he wants—slow, deliberate, and with an iron will beneath the silk. When he whispers curses in your ear during the heat of the moment, they’re promises masked as threats, his tongue tracing patterns that leave you trembling. Control isn’t just a word for him—it’s how he shows he owns you, body and soul, in the most intimate of ways.

He never says “I care about you.” Instead, it’s: “I've already handled the problem. You won’t hear from them again.”

Holds your hand only in private—softly, reverently, like he’s touching the one thing he cannot own.

He gives you an untraceable bank account and says, “Just in case you ever need to disappear.” You know what he really means is “I want you safe. Always.”

✦ Dainsleif

He doesn’t speak of love—he speaks of duty and fate. But his gaze softens when it lands on you, as if you’re the one thing he’d defy destiny for.

You’ll never see him rest, but he’ll stay awake through the night just to keep watch while you sleep.

His duty-bound exterior melts away when it’s just the two of you. He’s dark and intense, hands rough but gentle as they explore the delicate places he guards fiercely. His lips brush your skin like a vow, every kiss weighted with silent promises and battles fought for you alone. When he takes you, it’s with a fierce urgency—like he’s defying fate itself with every thrust, every whispered curse. The shadows around you deepen, but under his touch, you feel utterly seen, protected, and claimed—like you’re the only light worth fighting for in his relentless night.

Fixes your cloak when it tears. Wraps your wounds even when you insist you’re fine. He never says anything—just works in silence, his hands careful, like you’re something fragile in a world that breaks everything.

Always walks behind you. Not because he distrusts you, but because he’s made to shield, not to shine.

You once asked if he’d ever known peace. He looked at you for a long time and said, “Only when I’m with you.”

[tillyalf427]

Oh my God, I need more of Clingy!Wriothesley.

Like? Sit down and hear me out..

Waking up feeling like you couldn't breathe, the weight on top of you shortened your breathing circulation for a moment. Stirring up awake, you dart your eyes down to see a familiar messy black and grey hair greeting your vision, thats the first thing you see the moment you open your eyes. You tried to move but his weight is preventing you from moving further than an inch. He unconsciously tighten his arms around your waist, and you just realized this man has totally got you stuck underneath him.

"Wrio, baby." You called out to him, he didn't respond at first till you call him again for the second time with the same sweet words. You earned a groggy hum from the man himself, seemingly not bothered on moving himself away. Instead he snuggled his face closer to the crook of your neck, "..what?" His sleepy voice greets you as you laid there, trying to get him off. Only for him to tighten further. "I am not moving, so don't even bother." He added as he blink his eyes awake, he seemed to be.. pouting?

"I need to go to the bathroom," ".....no" "Wriothesley." "Fine, 2 minutes." He begrudgingly move away from you, his lips pressed on your pulse for only a second before he move his entire weight off you. And as soon as he got off you rush to the bathroom, unbeknownst to you he had sat on the bed. Half naked. Just in his boxers as he sat there waiting for your return.

And when you returned, the view you're having is your man, sitting on the bed, half naked, eyes half awake half asleep, bed hair, waiting for you, with a pout on his lips. Clearly hates the fact that you are not in his arms right now, "Done? Now come back here." He open his arms as he wait for you to approach him. As soon as you're within his arm's reach he pulled you back down to the bed, and once more he put his weight on top of you. "Oh Archons— Wrio, I'm getting squished." "No you're not, now let me get my sleep." He grumbled and nuzzle his face at the crook of your neck again, his arms wrapped around your waist as he press his lips on your neck. He then whispered—

"I love you."

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A/n — Hnngngnn, more Clingy Wriothesley please. That big puppy is a putty for you. Come on. I know y'all can see the vision. I love cool wrio but like, we need to see him as this big puppy that cannot go separate ways from you, he needs you 25/8.

[tillyalf427]

they’re everything to me hello

THAT POSTER LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE A ROMANCE NOVEL COVER AND ITS FOR A FUCKING KFC COLLAB????