pairing: atsumu miya x f!reader cw: implied sexual content - not explicit word count: 1.2k

He notices it the first time it happens. You're perched on his lap, legs bracketing his hips as his thighs support your weight. It's a clumsy round of kissing, a teasing lower lip bite, some tongue, your hands sliding down the frontside of his shirt, then you say the words: "God, I'm so glad you're my best friend."

Any will Atsumu has to continue this, to take this moment into the next step where you're sprawled out under him with the sheets bunched in your fists and toes curling into the mattress is gone. Its nonexistence leaves him feeling hollow, the thought isn't even hot to him anymore.

"What the fuck," he says, "what the fuck? Huh? Friend?"

You have the audacity to sleepily crack open your eyes and brush your fingertips against the jut of his cheekbone. "Best friend."

warnings – none. characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, kaeya, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – aaaaa. aaa | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[zhongli. | 钟离]

zhongli enjoys seeing your face light up with the gifts he purchased. being a regular customer with connections ensures that this man gets your gifts at a discounted price. small trinkets get passed to you regularly, be it from a present at your desk or even asking venti to use the wind to shift the gift towards you, just to hear your chuckle. some things he loves giving you include our favourite tea flavour – often imported; sweets, and that particular set of stationery you love that is from inazuma. being a distant friend of a certain electro archon yields its benefits.

[xiao. | 魈]

xiao shows his love to you in the smallest of ways; whether you see it or not, that's up to you. he's not one to show big gestures – he'd rather smaller ones that you continually appreciate him for. he gently plucks the pretty flowers from the soil that passed through his master's hands eons ago, smiling as he ties them together with scraps of twine that he found in verr goldet's desk. it makes a good gift, he thinks. he likes seeing your face light up as you look at the wrapped bundle of flowers on your tableside. and the kisses that follow after.

[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]

ayato loves being sneaky – he presses kisses to your cheek when he sees you deep in thought, or lays his head on your shoulder while you're working on something for the yashiro commission, or even poking your cheek when talking to his sister. ayato loves cuddling up to you in the morning as well, in secret – where no one can see this particularly soft side of the kamisato clan's head. he loves surprising you with these small acts of affection and he loves seeing the smile on your face as you recognise your lover.

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

kazuha likes creating poems and songs for you – you're his muse. he weaves his words and breathes his creations to life, watching your eyes light up in recognition of the little things the two of you do, enchanted to a melody. every line is crafted to pertain to a quirk of yours, his words always beautifully strung to portray you as the most beautiful person in teyvat – because that's what you are, in his own eyes. he loves you so very much and isn't afraid to show it to anyone he meets.

[childe.]

childe loves waking up next to you in the morning, your face usually buried in the crook of his neck. it guarantees him kinks in the neck for the next day, but he doesn't mind – as long as you're comfortable, he says. he loves snuggling you for the first few hours minutes of the day, watching your sleep-drowsed face slowly start to wake up in the presence of your lover. he can see the joy in your movements as you reach your arm out to touch his. he whispers "i love you" over and over again.

[kaeya.]

kaeya enjoys going big for dates – he likes setting up that big picnic blanket jean got for him when she first heard about your relationship. he loves to dig out that rattan picnic basket gifted to you from lisa – he assumes that the congratulatory gift is a joint effort from the two women. drinks, dishes, candy, fruit, and such fill the basket, a plethora of wonderful-smelling things making his eyes gleam with excitement at the reminder that he'd be spending an entire wonderful day with you.

[diluc.]

diluc particularly loves cooking and crafting drinks for you. he loves sprinkling his food with salt love and seeing your hand reach for the food he lovingly made for you. the man is a good cook – his tastebuds consist of dishes from all over teyvat, so exotic dishes typically have a place at the dining table. he has a special reverence for liyuean food, and would try his best to recreate the chihu-rock-famous (oh, who are we kidding. he's known all over teyvat!) chef's creations. you love his food, and he's always happy to cook for you.

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Characters -> Miya Osamu, Bokuto Kotaro, Dachi Sawamura, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Suna Rinataro

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#MIYA OSAMU notices how you can't sleep without a fan running. In all the times he’s slept over, he’s noticed how you had a fan running come rain or shine, winter or summer, you always had it on. So when you sleep at his house he makes sure to always have his fan on, even if he's freezing to death. “Hold on a sec darlin’, gotta turn ma fan on.”

#BOKUTO KOTARO notices that your dimples are uneven. The right one was slightly higher than the left one and he thought it was the cutest flaw–he would never consider it a flaw because to him you have no flaws– to have. “Aren't you the cutest thing in the world, hm?”

#DAICHI SAWAMURA notices the way your toes wiggle when you're anxious. It took him a while to even suspect this habit because he never stared at your feet or even paid attention to them. But now that he knows he prides himself on the fact that nobody else could know this about you unless they were as obsessed with you as he was. When you get anxious at home he lifts your feet into his lap and holds them. It never fails to make you blush. “You’re ok baby, I got you.”

#USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI notices how your eyes are overly sensitive. Well he didn't really notice because you told him after he kept asking why you were upset because your eyes were constantly watering. But now that he knew he always keeps a tube of eye drops with him and he always stops you from rubbing your eyes because he knew they would irritate. “Don’t rub them sweetheart, it'll only make it worse.”

#SUNA RINATARO notices how you always carry a little plastic bear wherever you go. No matter what, he can always find it on your person. He even turns it into a little game. Everytime he sees you he’ll try to find it and take it from you without you noticing. “Hey pretty, where’d your little bear go.”

the moon truly is such a beautiful thing.

but AYATO begs to differ. sure, the moon brings him peace and tranquility in the late nights he works into. sure, the ever-present moon is a catalyst of nostalgia for the past he dreams were still true. but how can the moon be so beautiful when you oh-so clearly outshine it — when you wash away all his troubles with a mere smile that causes his breath to hitch, his heart pounding faster than ever while he can only bring himself to give a smile back.

so when he hears your “yes, the moon truly is beautiful” in response, he can’t help the chuckle that slips by him. it’s by no means intentional (after all, you’re not aware of the meaning behind such words when you’re a native of liyue), but he simply can’t help himself; not when you look so adorable with that furrow of your brows, captivating eyes narrowed and head tilted in confusion at the sound of his laughter.

it’s not intentional, but the meaning behind his blindsided confession is. at this point, AYATO doesn’t know whether he wants you to remain unaware of his innermost desires for you, or to allow his mind to let go and have his gloved hand caress your cheek, bringing you closer and closer until both your breaths and scents become one — to hold and cherish you in a way no one can and to show you off to those who cross paths with him.

AYATO may not know what to do, but he’s aware he should at least cherish these small moments you share, bathing in the attention and affection exchanged in a platonic manner. so he succumbs, a gentle hand resting atop your head as he revels in the playful huffs and annoyance displayed at such gestures performed by his hand.

the breakup happens fast.

there’s yelling, shouting, crying. there are words that should have never been spoken, there are harsh truths and blatant lies. there are doubts being thrown around, and hearts that can’t beat anymore.

you only spout hurt and more hurt out of your mouth and childe can’t take it anymore. his body hardens with every word you say and his chest feels like it’s on fire. the sight of you crying is enough to make him contort his face in pain.

“and you were so reckless! do you know how much it broke me to see you covered in bruises?” your voice is laced with worry and anger and childe doesn’t know which one he should fear more.

“it’s part of the job! i thought you more than anyone else would be able to understand that!”

“and i do! but you’re always doing things like these and it’s just… you act like i’m not here!”

you’re pleading to him at this point. your voice breaking and chest heaving from the pressure. “do you not trust me?” is the only thing you can say at this point, and you repeat it over and over again as if that would make childe answer.

but childe doesn’t have an answer to that. the words are stagnant in his throat and he can’t seem to force himself to speak. he’s petrified. and at some point, you start yelling and he tries to deny everything you say.

minutes later, things die down and feelings cool down. you’re both tired, tired of fighting, with huffing breaths and abating hearts.

“forget it, you’re a f*cking assh*le.”

“maybe i am.”

and childe walks out of the door. you don’t expect him to come back, and neither does he.

“is that blood?”

“… no?”

it’s three am and something when childe stumbles into your house. there’s a ghastly scar which runs across his arm and his hair is disheveled. you don’t question it much, the lateness and the scars and him, and just proceed to treat his injuries.

(you also don’t hide your gasp of surprise when childe removes his shirt just to reveal even more wounds.)

“why did you come to me?” you ask, while working on his back.

“because i trust you,” he whispers.

childe notices how you falter in your movements when he says that—he wonders if you’re still hurt about that. there’s a comfortable silence in the air, and that makes childe wonder where did everything go wrong.

and maybe he doesn’t know how things turned sour, or when, but he knows why. and the answer is him, it’s his fault. childe doesn’t know if he deserves a second chance, but he also doesn’t want to dwell on that as he grabs your hand and turns around to look at you.

you look shocked, staring at the same eyes you’ve been avoiding for the past weeks. your eyes are wide but they widen even more when you hear what childe says.

“please come back to me.”

how genshin men would cuddle with you <3

characters : albedo, aether, diluc, kaeya, venti, xiao, zhongli, childe, kazuha, itto, thoma, ayato x gn! reader (separate ofc)

note : wrote this because it's been so long since someone hugged me LMAO warning! there's too much fluff! hope u like this and reblogs are appreciated <3

albedo would adore having you between his arms, in every single position. he would like to talk to you while you two are close, practically whispering his words to you, in a very calm and sweet way. he would also like to hear your voice, he would ask you about things you like, even though he’s not particularly interested in them, just to hear you talking and see your smile. his cuddles would include a lot of kisses too, every kind of them; sweet, chaste, passionate, wet, in your forehead, on the top of your nose… he would feel empty when he’s near you and you’re not pressed against his body, so he would use every smile opportunity to drag you into a hug.

aether would like to cuddle with you in the floor. he would press his back on the sofa and let you sit between his legs, with your back pressed against his chest and your head against his shoulder. he would tell you things that happened to him during the day and he would ask for the things that happened to you. he would also bent down and hug your waist, putting his head on your shoulder, and squishing you a little and laughing at the sounds you make, kissing you when you pout at him. he would also love to cuddle with you using your chest as a pillow and hugging you against him, he would maybe fall asleep when he’s doing that because he finds you so damn comfortable in his arms.

diluc would love when you hug him from behind and hold him against your body. he would chuckle a little when you try to be the big spoon but you can’t because he’s way taller than you. he would let you put your leg over his hips and he would hold your hands with his. he would kiss your fingers one by one and smile when he hears you chuckle and he feels you burying your face in his back because you’re embarrassed. when you two are not in bed but in a couch, he would love to let you sit between his legs and hug your hips while putting his head on your shoulder, kissing your cheek whenever he feels like doing it.

kaeya would love to cuddle before going to bed, and even while you two are sleeping together. he would let you use his arm as a pillow and he would watch your face when you are trying to not fall asleep, smirking when he sees you’re trying too hard. he would also like to cuddle with you in the sofa, he would secretly adore when you rest your head on his chest and you press your superior part of the body against his, then he would hold you from your waist with his arm and press you even harder against him. he would not hesitate when you two are with other people and he would drag you in his arms, his cuddles would also mean a lot of kissing.

venti would like to let you use his chest as a pillow, without doing nothing much as chilling and maybe falling asleep. He would pout a lot trying to get your attention as much as possible, he would like to joke with you but he would end up embarrassing himself about something and blush, trying to not let you see he feels like that, but he would be very happy when he sees you laughing and he would think what he did was worth it. He would like to cuddle on the sofa too, he would lean his head on yours when you’re leaning on his shoulder, and he would kiss your forehead. He would talk to you really softly and be all cute when it comes to this moments.

xiao would be really sweet when it comes to cuddles. He would always hug you when you’re half asleep in bed, and he would smile when you move in his arms to press yourself against him so you feel his body heat. He would not move when you completely fall asleep to not awake you and he would like to be in that position, holding you for as long as possible. He would also adore to cuddle with you when you two are lying on the sofa. He would like when you’re the one on top and he would like to caress your hair when you rest your head on his chest, with your legs tangled with his. He would like the quiet atmosphere you two create at this kind of moments, he would be able to think and have a bit of mental peace, he would even fall asleep sometimes

zhongli would love to be held by you when you two are cuddling. He would like to lean his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder while you hug him from behind and put your head on his shoulder. He would kiss your hands and look up to meet your eyes, he would joke a lot and laugh at everything, the happiness printed in his eyes every time he sees you. He would also love to be the one hugging you, and he would do that at any moment when you’re doing different things, he would come and kiss your cheek with a loud chaste kiss while putting his arms around your shoulders to press your body against his own.

childe would love to sit with you between his legs in the sofa and let you lean on his chest while he puts his head on top of yours. He would also like to eat something when you two are cuddling in the sofa and he would be the one who feeds you. When not, he would like to play with you and joke about whatever he’s thinking about, he would hug you using his arms and legs, like a koala, and you two would destabilize and end up falling to the side. You would laugh a lot and he would like to kiss your neck when you two are in this position. Also, he would be very original when it comes to try new ways to cuddle.

kazuha would really like having you on his lap. He would let you either use his legs as a pillow or sit there facing him. When you’re resting your head on his thighs he would bent down and kiss your lips, he would caress your face and tangle his fingers on your hair, softly massaging your head. When you’re sitting on his lap, he would like when you are facing him, with your legs on either side of his thighs, so he can kiss you. He would like when you put your arms on his shoulders to stabilize yourself and you look down on his eyes. He would like your proximity and he would like to talk to you like that, but he would always end up kissing you.

itto would like to cuddle with you first thing in the morning. He would woke up and automatically wrap his arms around your body, if he’s not already doing that from before. He would love to spoon with you, he would adore the intimacy of the moment your back is pressed against his chest and he would press his lips on your head. Then he would tell you he loves you in his husky morning voice and he would hug you even closer, maybe falling asleep in that position because of how warm and comfortable he feels.

thoma would love to let you sit on his lap in a kind of bridal style way. Your legs across his lap and your arm on his shoulder, your free hand maybe resting on his chest. He would love to sing to you when you two are cuddling, because that’s the best way he knows to express himself and tell you all his feelings for you. He would also like to joke and play with you, you would tease him with your free hand touching his hair, or his face, and he would do the same with the one he’s not using to hold you. He would laugh a lot, and seeing him that happy would make you chuckle and feel really good.

ayato would hug your waist when you put your head on his shoulder whenever you two are on the couch. He would feel a bit nervous and you would be able to hear his heart beating really fast, he would act like nothing happened trying to be cool and that would make him even more adorable. He would open his eyes a bit when you surprise him kissing his cheek and squishing him into a hug, but he would return it with a big smile and his nerves would go away easily. He would also love so much when you fall asleep on his arms, he would look at you with a sweet smile on his face, but he would end up falling asleep to the beat of your sighs.

sakusa finds himself smiling softly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. his skin, from his cheek to his shoulder, is decorated with traces of your love in the form of lipstick marks.

of course when you had done it he gently pushed you away mumbling that there’s no way he’s going into practice with his love sickness written all over him. so he washes them away, all except one. a single mark of the curve of your lips remains on his collarbone, hidden from sight beneath his jersey.

he had never expected himself to fall quite this deeply in love, but now he wouldn’t have it any other way. especially not when he walks out of the bathroom to find you sitting on your bed waiting for him. your eyes light up with his return then dim a little when you notice the missing stains of affection.

“i can’t believe you actually got rid of them, i made your neck all nice and pretty,” you frown, utterly disappointed. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, he was expecting this reaction, “no, you claimed me with your lips,” he says, moving next to you atop of the sheets and pulling you into his arms.

“and i already told you, there’s no way i’m letting those idiots on my team see how much of an idiot i am for you,” he finishes, before hiding his face into your neck. you smile at his words, resting your head upon soft black curls, “but that’s the whole point omi, they all need to know you’re mine.”

The sweet ones, the bitter ones, the passionate ones. All embraces of love that fall from your lips and show him just how much you care. How much you love him, and all the years you’ve spent dedicated to him.

But his favourite will always be your first.

When he was far too shy to profess his love with words, so he used his lips to say what his tongue couldn’t.

Sakusa had never been a courageous man. With words of doubt that littered his mind, he had never been one to fully and honestly declare love.

Until you.

Until your shy glances and nervous hugs, he had never known the satisfaction of loving another soul.

Maybe that’s why he fell so hard. Asked you on a date only after a week of knowing you—something so uncharacteristically him that all his friends had their doubts of his intentions.

Made a show of your first date, steps into the outdoors that has always made him shiver in discomfort. But he pushed it all aside and planned a classic picnic with all his favourite foods.

(He was far too shy to ask what your favourite foods were [since when does he get shy?], so he simply made all his favourites and hoped and prayed you liked them, too.)

And maybe prayers do work, after all, for nothing could erase the small smile on his face as he watches you eat. The unwavering smile that is plastered on his features won’t leave, despite his various attempts. (His heart grows with each bite you take.)

You thank him with a small smile on your face and a nervous stance.

“Thank you, Sakusa,” your voice is small, “I had a lot of fun today.”

“I told you to call me Kiyoomi,” he says, stern and strong.

“Right,” there’s that pretty smile he loves so much, “Kiyoomi.”

And his smile mirrors yours, only his is slightly bigger. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course you will.”

You wave him goodbye, and he feels a pain in his chest. He longs for your company, to relish in your vibrant presence. He wishes he asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer, bask in the sun and watch all that happens around you.

He finds himself calling for your name before he can stop himself, walking towards you and capturing you in a warm embrace.

With his arms around you, his lips soon find a home on yours. Soft, delicate, and so right. He feels no sparks, but his heart feels like it’s spinning. Revolving and orbiting around the sun that is you, the light of his life.

And he blooms in that light, flourishes under you.

He pulls away with his eyes closed and his arms still on you.

“What was that about?”

Tsukishima Kei stays buried under the covers, face pressed into his pillow. When he feels you sit up, he peeks one eye open, and guides his hand to yours, locking your pinky to his. His eye rises to yours, a silent plea for five more minutes. 

Kita Shinsuke feels around the bed for a moment before sitting up behind you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses your cheek. He asks about your plans for the day, listening close as he enjoys the feeling of you in his arms. 

Bokuto Kōtaro sits up after you and immediately pulls you back down, before lying on top of you. If you must leave him, he’ll pepper your face with kisses, cramming a morning of affection into a minute. 

Tanaka Ryūnosuke doesn’t wake until you’re in the shower, and his half-asleep instinct is to hop in after you. He enjoys your laughter as he steps in. As you reach for the shampoo his hands are around your waist, his body pressed to yours, and his head rests on your shoulder. He’s still halfway gone, you and the warm water only relaxing him farther. 

Miya Atsumu smiles when he sees you sitting on the bed, still trying to figure out how the day is supposed to begin. He stays lying down, but scoots over until he can hook an arm around your waist and pull you back down to him, anchoring you close until he’s spooned around you. His raspy voice asks you where you think you’re going.