Phainongooner

summary - fluffy oneshots featuring Blade, Phainon, Mydei, Anaxa, Dottore, Aventurine, and Sunday ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

warnings - slightly suggestive in Mydei + Dottore’s parts, no nsfw though

a/n - happy Valentine’s Day! I wrote all of this in one sitting over 4 hours and it’s not proofread so don’t come for me if it’s not perfect </3

BLADE

Your boyfriend Blade was never one for outward - especially public - displays of affection. During your leisurely walk through the Stellaron Hunter’s headquarters, you overheard Firefly chatting to Silver Wolf about Valentine’s Day. You’d briefly explained the traditions of the holiday to Blade, but as you expected, he didn’t seem too interested in the frilly relations of humanity. However, you knew the things he enjoyed, like warm baths with you and quiet nights cuddled up with each other, so you wanted to make this day pleasant for him.

When Blade entered your shared room at the end of the day, you eagerly lead him to your bathroom, where a large tub filled with warm water and bubbles awaited. Though he didn’t realize, Blade’s eyes widened slightly. It made your heart jump to know he didn’t feel the need to hide his - although subdued - emotions from you.

“Today is Valentine’s Day back on my home planet,” you begin, gently unwrapping the bandages around Blade’s scarred fingers, “so I thought we could celebrate a bit.”

Blade meets your gaze and gives a small smile. “That sounds pleasing. Thank you.”

You stand up taller and press a soft kiss to his forehead. “Of course, Bladie. Valentine’s Day is all about showing love to those you care about. And I both love and care about you. I know you know that.”

He nods, leaning his cheek into your palm. “You are so kind to me.”

He’s just so cute, relaxed and loving like this. You help him get undressed and do so yourself, and the both of you slip into the tub together. The water is the perfect temperature, the bubbles are soft and gentle against your skin, and Blade’s arms wrapped around you feel heavenly. Blade nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck, his long navy hair trailing down his bare back.

“You’re so pretty, Bladie,” you mumble, rubbing your hand up and down his back. His reply is a low grumble, his fingers finding your other hand and holding it.

“Today has been…nice. Thank you.” Blade replies quietly, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck. His comment makes you think back to how your day together has gone - you brought him breakfast in bed, you two stayed in each other’s arms in bed for just a bit too long, and he accompanied you on your missions for the day.

“Of course, Bladie…I enjoyed it a lot, spending time with you,” you tell him, leaning your head on his own. After a moment, you whisper a sweet, “I love you, Bladie,” to him.

You feel him smile against your neck. “I love you, too.”

PHAINON

If Phainon could shout over all of Okhema’s rooftops about his love for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat. He wasn’t sad before meeting you, per se, he just felt as if he was missing something. That something was you.

It was a typical cheerful day in Okhema, with Phainon strolling down the street to your home. It was still somewhat early in the morning, but he wanted to surprise you with gifts for Valentine’s Day. You’d told him about the holiday and he immediately wanted to celebrate it. “A day to appreciate your loved ones? Of course I’m in!”, you remembered him exclaiming.

His boots clicked against the cobble streets as he approached your home - a path he’d become all too familiar with. He didn’t even knock thrice before you swung open the door and greeted him with a hug. “Phai! You’re here!”

“Mhm! I had to come celebrate today with you,” he hugs you back, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I brought you breakfast, made by yours truly.”

You beam as he hands you the box and opens it - a fresh plate of your favorite breakfast food, handmade by your boyfriend. If Phainon wasn’t holding your food, you would have hugged him as tightly as you could just then.

Phainon follows you inside your home and sits beside you at the table as you eat, sharing some of the dish with him. “Aha, don’t worry, love, I already had breakfast…but I won’t refuse a bite, either,” he comments with that dazzling smile of his.

“Well, Phainon,” you stand, clapping your hands together once after finishing your food, “I happen to have a gift for you as well.”

Phainon’s eyes light up at the mention of gifts. “Truly? By Kephale, I’m blessed…”

You step into your room to retrieve his gift and return back to him, holding out a neatly-wrapped box. “Here, love.”

Phainon grins and takes the box from you, unwrapping it with ample speed. When he lays eyes on what’s inside, he freezes. Maybe he didn’t like it…?

Then you hear him start to sniffle. He’s crying?!

“Phainon?! What’s wrong? I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I trie-“ you stutter, but he cuts you off with a peck on your lips. Tears steam down his cheeks, but he’s beaming.

“No, love…this gift makes me so happy. I can’t believe it…thank you so, so much.” Phainon pulls you into a warm hug, his arms wound tight around you.

His gift in question? A painting you made of you and him, laying in the wheat fields of Aedes Elysiae.

MYDEI

Though to others he may seem rough and even potentially unapproachable, Mydeimos is a sweetie at heart. He’s kind and loving to you, of course, his partner, but he’s also great with kids and truthfully, anyone he meets. Even if he seems opposed to them at first, he never harbors hatred towards anyone without a valid reason.

The same can be said for Valentine’s Day. Even if he acted like it’s a ‘cheesy’ holiday once you told him about it, he actually thinks it’s sweet deep down. A day to appreciate your loved ones, uninterrupted by necessity and the hardships of war? Sign him up.

Which is why he books the both of you a private room in Okhema’s most pristine bathhouse. And it just happens to be on Valentine’s Day.

You arrive at the bathhouse in the evening, when Mydei had told you he’d be there. Shutting the door to your private room behind you, your eyes wander to the gorgeous Kremnoan, undressed and sitting in the bath in front of you. His expression is soft, his eyes closed as his head leans back, water dripping down his bare chest and towards his- you should probably stop staring.

“You’ve arrived,” Mydei drawls, lifting his head and spreading his legs apart ever so slightly more. He really loves manspreading, doesn’t he?

“You asked me to come. Of course I did,” you reply, stepping towards him and disrobing. His eyes don’t leave you as you join him in the bath.

You raise an eyebrow. “Did you buy one of the fragrances for the bath? It smells like…”

“Pomegranate,” Mydei finishes for you, “my favorite.”

“It smells so nice,” you scoot up to his side, tucked under his arm, “thank you for this.”

Mydei wraps his arm around you. “I saw you staring earlier.”

“How could I not?” You grin at him. “You know you’re attractive, Mydei.”

Although he tries to suppress it, a smile spreads across Mydei’s lips, warm and unguarded. It’s nice to see him truly happy, enjoying himself.

“In all seriousness…thank you for this, Dei.” You press a kiss to his shoulder. “I needed a nice relaxing bath after today.”

He nods, patting you on the head. “I thought it would…please you to spend that ‘Valentine’s Day’ with me. Plus, I’ve wanted to bring you to the baths for some time now. They’re somewhere I truly enjoy spending my time in.”

“I’m glad. Thanks, Mydei,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his temple. To your surprise, he turns and pecks your lips.

“Love you,” he mumbles under his breath. What a sweetheart…

ANAXA

Though some might be surprised, Anaxa was actually quite interested in the concept of Valentine’s Day after you explained it to him. He found it intriguing to learn of other culture’s holidays, and this opportunity to celebrate it with you only piqued his interest further.

Not to mention that…you know, you’re his lover. Of course he wanted to spend that day with you.

Throughout your relationship, the one research topic you’d heard Anaxa speak most about was dromases (dromi?) He adored them; it was clear that the little creatures had captured his heart, just like you had. So, in preparation for Valentine’s Day, you began hand-crafting him a dromas plushie. It was nearly as big as a real baby dromas, colored a light teal to match his hair, and made with the softest fabrics you could find.

When the day finally arrived, you made your way to Anaxa’s quiet workshop, tucked away in the Grove of Epiphany where he was leaned over his desk as usual.

“Oh,” he looked up when you stepped inside, “you’re here. Do you require something of me?”

You shook your head and smiled at him. “I have something for you, Naxy.” Anaxa was just about to protest at the nickname when you held out the large, adorable dromas plush to him. His eye lit up instantly as he sprung from his chair and grabbed the plush, turning it around in his hands and examining it.

“It…it’s perfect. It’s absolutely…perfect,” his voice wobbles as he hugs the plush tightly. He looks so happy, so carefree, and it’s adorable.

“I spent hours making that for you, Naxy,” you beam, enveloping both him and the plush in a warm hug. You thread your fingers through his silky emerald-colored hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “For Valentine’s Day. I hope you like it - though judging by your reaction, you love it quite a lot.”

“I promise I will cherish this. Thank you so much, truly. I love it,” Anaxa replies, petting the plushie dromas’ soft little head. “I will name her…after you, in your honor.”

He’s adorable when he’s sincere. It makes your heart warm to know just how much he appreciates your little gesture. “Awwh, she’s like a mini-me…”

As soon as you say that, a thought pops into your mind. “Naxy, if I turned into a dromas, would you still love me?”

He lifts his head to meet your eyes. “Of course I would. I would feed you fresh dromas bricks and leaves every day, and I’d let you curl up beside me in bed every night.”

He’s thought about this before, hasn’t he…?

DOTTORE

It comes as a surprise to none that working under Dottore is no easy feat. However, when you’re his assistant and his lover, the job is certainly much more enjoyable.

Especially after you explain the concept of Valentine’s Day to him. Now you’ve got the Doctor all antsy, waiting for the day he gets to spoil you and keep you close (not that he doesn’t do that everyday).

He’s been dropping not-so-subtle hints the week leading up to Valentine’s. The Doctor will come up behind you, place his hands on your shoulders, and watch the experiment you’re working on, commenting on how good you’re doing and how much he wishes to…reward you.

“Oh, dear, you’ve done so many lovely experiments today. Aren’t you tired? Come, come, my bed and I await,” he hums against your ear before spending the night cuddling with you. He can be a sweetheart when he puts his mind to it.

When the day finally arrives, you awake to find a jar beside your bed…filled with a clear liquid and an unknown creature’s heart. Under the jar is a letter, elegantly written and addressed to you, from Dottore.

The letter reads, “for my only beloved - a heart to express how I feel about you. -Dottore”

Though most would be repulsed, you laugh at the notion. You’ll hold onto his gift for a long time. It’s sweet, the things he does just to make you laugh or to cheer you up. It lets you know that you truly are loved.

Just then, as if on cue, Dottore slips into the room. He isn’t wearing his usual white coat, showing off the tempting black straps around his body.

“Did you like my gift, dearest?” He muses, sitting beside you in bed. You nod and place a hand on his waist, drawing him close for a hug.

“I love you, Doctor,” you whisper to him.

Perhaps you’re going crazy, but you could’ve sworn he shivered slightly. “I…love you as well. To a frightening degree.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweet Dottore,” you press kisses to his forehead and both of his temples.

“I’m glad you told me of this holiday,” he replies, lifting his mask fully off his face, “I’m fond of any day that allows me to spend time with you.”

“Who knew you were such a softie, Doctor,” you hum, petting his head. He leans into your touch with a slight smile.

“By now, you were definitely aware of how I felt for you.”

AVENTURINE

You had absolutely no doubt that Aventurine would be ecstatic to learn of Valentine’s Day. A chance to spend his cash on you and spoil you all day? Of course he’d love it.

Aventurine plans out your entire day together excitedly. First, he picks you up in the most dazzling limo you’ve ever laid eyes on. Aventurine sits inside in the passenger section when you get in, immediately beckoning you over to sit beside him.

“Aven, this limo is so lovely! Thank you!” You grin at him as he slips an arm around your waist.

“Love, our fun day has only just begun. I promise, this is just the beginning,” he places his signature brown hat on top of your head, covering your eyes and making you giggle.

The limo driver brings you two to an extravagantly beautiful restaurant - you’re grateful Aventurine told you beforehand to be dressed up. Your eyes wander to Aventurine beside you. He’s dressed in an emerald-green suit, tailored perfectly and fitted to his body just right. He looks utterly gorgeous as always; you can’t help but to kiss his cheek, earning an enchanting smile from him.

“Can’t keep yourself off of me, hm?” Aventurine drawls.

“You’re too pretty to ignore,” you reply, resting a hand on his thigh. He smiles at the feeling - comfortable, grounding.

You and Aventurine spend a lovely time sharing dinner together, chatting about how your days went. The food is delightful as expected, the mood is cozy and refined, and Aventurine’s presence makes your experience a thousand times better. Just seeing his smile makes your heart soar.

Once you two are done with dinner, Aventurine takes you on a walk around Penacony’s main square, his hand holding yours. After chatting for so long over dinner, you two enjoy the silence between you and instead take in the ambient noises of the passing city.

“Thank you for making my Valentine’s Day so lovely, Aven,” you finally break the silence between you with sweet words.

“Of course, love. I’m glad I was able to make you so happy.”

“…and I love you, Aven.”

He turns and smiles at you, heart-stoppingly beautiful as always. “I love you, too.”

SUNDAY

After Sunday first stepped foot on the Astral Express, he’s seemed to gravitate towards you more than any other member. And once you two announced to the others that you’d started dating, none of them were surprised in the slightest. You and Sunday practically spent every moment together, and you still do. There are hardly any secrets between you two; you tell each other everything.

Of course, Sunday was told about the concept of Valentine’s Day soon after you started dating. He seemed eager to spend that time with you, which led him to make an entire scrapbooking journal just for his Valentine’s Day plans. Unbeknownst to him, you’d stumbled upon it just a week before Valentine’s Day arrived. You felt guilty and didn’t want to spoil his surprise that he’d been planning for so very long…so you didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sunday himself.

On Valentine’s Day morning, Sunday laid beside you in bed, cuddled up in your arms. You remember back when he first began dating you - the poor thing was so nervous to even touch you, since he’d been taught never to indulge himself. But now he laid with you, as comfortable and relaxed as can be.

You run your hand gently over his Halovian wings, watching as they fluttered under your touch. Slowly, Sunday blinks awake, meeting your eyes with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, my love,” he hums, scooting in closer to you, “do you remember what day it is?”

“Hmm…no, I think I forgot,” you grin, teasing him, “maybe you need to jog my memory.”

Sunday springs out of bed and kneels down to grab something under the bed. “Beloved, I…got something for you. To show you how much I care.”

Sunday holds up a neatly-wrapped box, his smile tinged with nervousness. A tinge of guilt floods through you, as you already know what lies inside that box, thanks to the discovery of his journal.

You take the box and try to act natural as you unwrap it, revealing a set of pajamas to match with Sunday. “Aww, Sunny! Thank you, they’re so cute!”

“I’m so glad you like them…I spent so long planning this for you,” Sunday whispers, sitting beside you in bed once more.

Maybe some secrets between you two are appreciated. He’ll never have to know that his surprise was ruined - you couldn’t bear to crush his heart like that.

“I love you, Sunny,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His wings twitch at the feeling.

“I…love you, too. So very much.”

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"Say that again.."

Time might as well have stopped flowing forward with how still everything seemed in the silence that stretched. You grew steadily more anxious that you'd somehow insulted his entire bloodline.

The words were foreign on your tongue and the pronunciation most likely off. You'd never heard anyone from Sumeru speaking their native tongue and such had nothing but intuition to go off of.

"I.. loving you?"

Dottore laughed.

But it was a genuine one. Perched on his lap, your body fitting perfectly against his, you could feel his abs tense with every chuckle.

The tips of his ears, barely visible through unruly hair, were flushed. A calloused hand reached to pinch your cheek.

"Your grammar is all wrong."

Before you could protest, huff, defend yourself and the effort it had required to memorise in the first place, he tucked your head under his chin, voice lowered to a whisper.

Synopsis: You get poisoned at a fatui dinner party. -Anon request! MASTERLIST | Requests open btw! WC: Approx. 1.4k TAGLIST: @rasibelll

It was your first dinner amongst the Fatui, with Pantalone hosting an end-of-year banquet for the harbingers at his abode.

The marble columns glistened in the candlelight, and the crystals on the marvelous chandelier did so too, the divergence of light giving off a subtle yet radiant rainbow hue.

Other than that fact, it was an unassuming night, and an unassuming dinner with quiet jukebox music and delectable food.

And of course, the ever unassuming drink.

I’m gonna love you all day

What do the Harbingers do when they know the both of you are about to die, with nothing they can do?

Sorry guys I’m in a melancholic mood hehe 🤪

Can you tell who’s my fave just from this lol

However, as you grab your mug for a second sip while not breaking your sight on your papers. The taste became different. Not earthy nor the bold, intense taste. It's slightly sweet, smooth and less bitter now, with a few hints of caramel. Exactly the way you like it. You weren't mad at someone (who you definitely know) had done this while your attention was away. In fact, You were curious about his intention behind this.

Turns out, Dottore didn't like how your face scrunched up in disgust as you take your odd coffee nowadays. He knows it's not the one you usually take and you're also a fellow sweet tooth. (But not at the same level as him.) Even so, seeing you take the drink you don't like bothers him. That's why he discreetly adjusts your drink by adding sugar, milk and caramel or just swap it.

You don't hate it though. You like how he knows what you like and dislikes by observation and taking initiative. And it's more fun that you know that he doesn't know that you still let him continue doing this. It's silly yet adorable.

Just make sure it's not obvious.

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"Did you know I lo-"

"Quiet."

Zandik didn't spare you a single glance as he sat hunched, poring over countless documents that gave you a headache even thinking about.

Hours had gone by like this since he'd told you to wait just five more minutes for him to finish up. You pulled your blanket tighter around your body, tiredness making the cold air even more prominent than usual.

The candle on his desk had burned out a while ago, not that he seemed to have noticed.

Your eyes fluttered shut, not wanting to admit defeat and trudge to bed without him, but also unable to focus on the book in your lap. The couch was soft and the pillows inviting. Just resting your eyes for a few minutes wouldn't hurt.

As your consciousness slipped into a light slumber, you faintly registered a satisfied sigh from across the room.

"Finally. You were saying?"

You grumbled about his tardiness under your breath. Zandik simply chuckled. Warm and unguarded.

"Something about loving me perhaps?" He pushed back his chair, at least you assumed so from the sound of wood scraping against the floor.

Cold knuckles brushed along your cheek.

"Did no such thing..."

He smelled like sandalwood and cinnamon and you greedily buried your face into the crook of his neck when he hoisted you into his arms.

"My precious darling, can't even stay awake while I finish work?"

You sank your teeth into his skin, nearly making him trip over himself.

"It's been hours you moron..."

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dottore does not usually allow people near his hair.

it is impractical. distracting. he keeps it smoothed into place with the same meticulous care he applies to his work. even without the mask, even in private, it is simply another thing he controls.

Genshin men - moments of affection

All Genshin men x gn!reader (alphabetically) / sfw / established relationship -> women version (coming soon)

Aether

He won't acknowledge the way he sinks back into your touch when your fingers thread through the golden strands of hair hanging down his back, nor the way a low rumbling sound of bliss seems to emerge from the back of his throat when you massage a particularly sensitive spot on his head. Simply the feeling of your gentle hands brushing and re-braiding his adventure-knotted hair is a reprieve from his demanding everyday life.

Albedo

Watching you sleep is something he can't seem to stop, eyes wandering to you slouched form, observing the rhythmatic way your chest rises and falls as you dream, draped across his work desk or tucked into his side. He'll smooth a gloved hand across your hair, or drape a blanket around your shoulders to prevent the sub zero temperatures of dragonspine from seeping in. There's just something so peaceful about the way you look that soothes his fabricated heart.

Alhaitham

He'll be lounging on the plush cushions of your sofa after a long day of being the academia's scribe, one arm resting lazily behind his head and the other cradling some academic text or another. You'll slide in beside him, attempting to squeeze yourself in next to his broad form on the narrow sofa and he'll grumble under his breath in feigned complaint - he never really means it - but the shift of a bicep from behind him to tucking you securely into his side tells another story.

Ayato

He often takes a brief respite from his duties to wander the estate grounds, pausing in doorways when he hears the soft tune of your humming as he passes by. You'll be doing something inconsequential he doesn't bother to note, but the sound - no matter how perfect or off key it might be, it matters little to him - just seems to lure him closer. He'll wind his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear with a tone full of both amusement and fondness alike - yet he won't yet mention how the mundanity of such a task feels like a refreshing break from the formality of his everyday life.

Baizhu

Never will he outright admit his condition has worn him down, yet when you see him and the weariness of bearing the weight of Liyue's health on his shoulders, it touches a soft, vulnerable part of his tired heart. He'll gently decline your invitation to help, his duty is something he deigned to shoulder alone - and that is to be his fate - though when you insist on sharing that burden, such a concerned expression on your face well, he just can't say no to you it seems.

Capitano

He's not accustomed to gentleness or softness, so the contrast of your slow, soothing touch against the cold hard steel of his helmet is such a foreign sensation he takes weeks to get used to it. Your soft hands trace the inky black abyss where his face would be with such tenderness it feels like he doesn't deserve this sort of adoration, yet he'll lean down into your touch, bringing one large hand up to dwarf your own, brushing his fingers against your knuckles in what he hopes is a gentle manner.

Childe

He may or may not say - depending on the outcome - that being scolded by you is something of a guilty pleasure, though guilty is probably less of the right word in his case, try obvious. He tries at least a little to school his expression into something neutral when you frown and press the antibacterial cloth a little harder into the cuts littering his skin, telling him off for being so reckless. Despite the reprimanding tone of your voice, he can see the worry flickering across your expression - ok maybe he's a little guilty now.

Cyno

He returns home late most days, well into the early hours of the morning, so the last thing he expects is to see you slumped over the arm of the sofa - clearly where you've slid down from an upright position. He'll slide strong arms under you and slide you back into bed, only joining you after shedding all his heavy gear and the weight of his duties for the night. You'll receive a mild lecture in the morning - why you shouldn't wait up for him when it poorly impacts your own sleep - but when you shyly mention you seem to struggle to sleep without the warmth of his presence next to you, he can't help but soften and let you off the hook, only to find you in the exact same position the next night.

Dahlia

He's easy to please, any time spent in your company is pleasure enough for Dahlia, yet when you drag him to the sofa with two cups of warm sugary tea waiting for you on the coffee table - insisting he regale you with every minute detail of his day (not to mention the gossip he mentioned offhandedly a few days ago) - it's both surprising and heart warming to realise you've noticed and listened to the random things he says. And for that, he'll gladly indulge your curiosity, no matter how mundane.

Diluc

Watching you tiptoe your way back into the bedroom, swathed in one of his silken shirts that practically drowns your form and balancing a cup of coffee in each hand will forever be one of Diluc's favourite sights. You don't even notice he's awake, half propped up on his elbows with that piercing crimson gaze following you as you edge closer. When you do eventually catch him staring and burst out into laughter, passing him his mug as you slip back into the sheets beside him, he'll allow himself to join in, even if a little pink in the cheeks.

Dottore

He'll openly admit that he gets a little thrill when you depend on him for anything. No matter if it's something trivial and you could most likely do it yourself or you genuinely require help from him or a segment (unless you're interrupting important research - that will earn you a look that could put you in your grave and an irritated huff indicating you should 'do something yourself for once'). Though his favourite instance is when you get sick, he can test all manner of new remedies on you to his hearts content, satisfying that mad scientist element in him, but also quietly tend to that tiny part of him that still has something loving inside.

Heizou

Oh if anything could prove more entertaining and endearing then having you perched on his lap, attempting to help solve a case he figured out twenty minutes ago. He would tell you, but the sight of your brow furrowed in concentration and the gleeful look on your face when you turn around to point out a clue you'd linked is so terribly charming to the poor detective he'll follow along for just a little while longer. He then tests how many times he can repeat this scenario before you notice that he's already solved these cases, he just enjoys seeing your face light up, even more so when his own cheeks tint pink at the sight.

Flins

He's developed the awful habit of hiding away in his lantern every time you so much as have a petty dispute - terrible sulker that he is. Every time you sigh, chastising his childish behaviour under your breath but still picking up said lantern, purple glow flooding the darkness of the corridors, and set it on the bedside table before turning to sleep - he never expects it. He eventually comes to the amusing realisation you most likely can't sleep without him near, or struggle to at the least. When you wake, you'll find a certain fae out of hiding, wound around you like a constrictor with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

Gorou

Seldom does he let anyone near his canine features, until you manage to become a small exception to that rule. Oh he'll never admit it, but the blissful sleepy expression on his face whilst you comb through the matted fur of his tail after an exhausting day sparring and patrolling betrays his true emotions. If you deign to tease him even a little, he blushes a furious red and huffs in grumbled protest, yet he still can't seem to pull away from your soothing touch.

Ifa

Oh he's weak for seeing you in his clothes. When he emerges from the bedroom to find you perched on the edge of the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee in hand and another waiting beside you, black and bitter - exactly how he has it - his discarded shirt from last night haphazardly thrown on, he swears he has momentary heart palpitations. Even more so when you throw a knowing grin his way and gesture to the cooling caffeine waiting for him.

Itto

The bigger question is what don't you do that makes him fold instantly? If he had to pick one thing in particular however, it would have to be when you indulge his childish dramatics. He'll boast about an onikabuto fight against a child from the city he won, he's aware it's not anything significant, yet when you laugh and clap encouragingly, it touches him in profound ways he can't seem to articulate.

Kaeya

He may not remember it most of the time, his memories a hazy blur of wine and charm, yet on the occasion he does recall you leaning his weight against you and dragging him home from the angel's share to heard him into bed and make him drink some water - swiping a damp cloth over his forehead in an attempt to sober him up just a little, lest he suffer another god awful hangover - he feels the sickeningly sweet feeling of what he refuses to admit is love settle at the pit of his stomach.

Kaveh

Oh he's far too flustered to admit that when he finds himself slumped against his desk, head on an array of architectural papers and pencil still in hand - waking up to instead realise he's propped up on a pillow, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a freshly made cup of tea still emitting steam inches away - his heart does a little flip in his chest. He knows you know it's a bad habit he won't stop anytime soon, yet the little things you do show him just how much you care.

Kazuha

He's a wandering spirit, unable to stay in one place for too long, and though it pains him to leave you behind every now and then - he can't help but feel a little more in love every time he sees you at the dock, waving at him with that saccharine smile and unbridled enthusiasm. It's the knowledge that you'll always be here, waiting for him to inevitably follow his loyal heart back to you that keeps him going.

Kinich

In the rare moments Ajaw isn't trailing behind Kinich like a loud record that won't ever stop playing - much to both yours and Kinich's disdain - he can't help but allow himself the indulgence of your touch. He may not seem like a very touchy guy on the outside, which is partially true, but with Ajaw's frequent interference, physical contact is a luxury not often afforded. So he finds himself wrapping his arms around you like he'll be ripped away the next second, leaning into the warmth of your body like it's his saving grace.

Lyney

He's become so adept at maintaining the façade, the show persona, that when you see past it for the first time, he can't help but be thrown a little off guard. It's when you notice the fatigue under the performer, that he feels seen. It's an odd feeling for him but one he learns to embrace anyway, and one day he finds there's little more comforting than the warmth of your embrace when you ask after his wellbeing.

Neuvillette

Hardworking and hardly ever home should become the motto for Neuvillette's life sometimes, being chief justice of Fontaine means piles of paperwork makes their way onto his desk every time he so dares to glance away from it. It makes the bright afternoons where you slip into his office with lunch and a adoringly sweet kiss to his cheek all the more gratifying. Even spending those 30 minutes with you every few days makes the workload looming above him seem a little smaller.

Ororon

He's perfected the art of awkward fumbling and shy gaps in conversation at this point, no matter how close you get to each other he seems to never overcome this lull in interaction, though you find it endearing, he still flushes with embarrassment every time. Therefore he's come to favour the time he spends with you that takes place in comfortable silence. Whether you're helping him in the vegetable patch or simply sitting side pressed to side on the sofa together, minutes away from falling asleep - all of it soothes his anxious heart and lets him enjoy your company without the nerves of conversation.

Pantalone

For such a wealthy man, he's the farthest from profligate someone could be. Every expensive is documented and accounted for, yet somehow the jewel encrusted necklace that appears on your vanity one day seems to escape the logs. So does the subtly expensive perfume a few days later, then the flowers delivered to your workplace. When questioned, he'll deny any knowledge of such things, claiming they simply don't exist, but the way his lips curve upward when he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead is telling.

Sethos

He's a tease, a fact he won't even deny himself, especially when it comes to you. But then on occasion you'll find it amusing to return the favour, and suddenly he finds himself at a loss for what to do. He never expects you to turn the tables on him and whisper something in his ear or drag a finger down his chest in smug reciprocation, and it makes him blush and mumble something inaudible under his breath every time, much to your delight, he finds.

Thoma

Everyone on the Kamisato estate knows Thoma is arguably the best cook within a 50 mile radius, and he himself cannot deny that his skills in the kitchen are proficient. But on days housework and errands have made his muscles feel like lead and the thought of facing yet something else to tackle when he gets home makes him want to run in the opposite direction, walking through the front door to the smell of your already half finished cooking fills him with gratitude like no other. He'll smother you in kisses while you try and finish purely for taking the weight off his shoulders every now and again.

Tighnari

He's often up late, working on ranger schedules or logging another mushroom related incident as a result of yet another person that's not listened to his advice correctly - yet when he feels a pair of warm arms wind around his shoulders and your face settle into the crook of his neck - he can't help but feel an irresistible temptation to retreat back into the bed. He's been brushing off how tired he feels for at least an hour now and the way you murmur in his ear for him to give up and get some sleep has given him a fresh realisation of the weight in his bones. Maybe the work can be finished in the morning after all.

Venti

As the so called 'weakest archon', he's become used to falling into last place, and he doesn't even mind honestly - sometimes it's better to not have the pressure of being the most powerful. Yet the first time you call him 'my strong archon', he stops like a deer in headlights. He doesn't remember the last time someone referred to him like that, and so confidently too. For once the bard is genuinely flustered - having to turn away and bashfully hide his face before you can notice the impact those three words had on him. Maybe with you he can let himself feel like something other than the weakest.

Wanderer

He often finds himself awake during the night, restless and plagued by memories of the pasts he's lived. He won't admit it, but he doesn't want to burden you with the same, so he'll carefully extract himself from your embrace, pour himself a cup of the most black and bitter tea he could possibly make and head out to sit on the back step, staring up at the endless expanse of Teyvat's star smothered sky. He comes to realise merely minutes later, footsteps approach from behind. He won't turn to look - he knows it's you - but when you settle in next to him with your own cup and inevitably end up falling fast asleep against him moments later, he won't complain.

Wriothesely

Seldom does Wriothesley have the time to emerge to the surface, and that consequently results in very little shared time between the two of you. Therefore imagine his surprise when he returns to his office after seeing to a matter elsewhere in the fortress to find you perched on the edge of his cluttered desk, tea tray stocked and set beside you, with that knowing smirk dancing across your features. He's taken aback for all of a second before suddenly he's right in front of you, sweeping you up into his strong arms. A short break from his duties couldn't hurt.

Xiao

He's not used to being around people, that much is blatantly obvious after spending any amount of time in Xiao's company - he doesn't care for company much either. However after some persistence, he finds you've snuck your way into his space without him even realising, or caring at that - something about your companionship is less bothersome than most. You'll clamber your way up to the roof of wangshu inn most nights, perch yourself next to him and just... exist. He notes you don't scramble to fill the silence, you just lean against his shoulder and watch the stars with him.

Zhongli

He's lived for centuries, and every memory, every whisper of a ghost in the hallways of someone he used to know, is a burden he and he alone must bear. He's steeled himself to this reality - the price an archon must pay - yet when you, a mortal, string your hands through the golden tips of his hair, or gently trace the gold markings that line the charcoal skin of his forearms, listening intently to his stories like there's weight to each and every detail - the load on his heart feels just that little bit lighter.

Oh my, it took long enough. Last 3 days explored and studied his personality to make at least a bit character accurate headcanons on him. His quiet... hard to describe... Nevermind

Today's guest is the Second Fatui Harbinger

Dottore (Zandik) 🧬

If he were capable of falling in love — what would it be like?

And maybe that's the problem when you create segments of yourself, because all of his jealousy and possessiveness, his love for you, has bled into all of them.

It's not like he can stop all of them either, really, when they all share that same passion. Maybe one pretends to be the original, most of them lie about needing help.. surely there was a time a few insisted on you for an experiment. A few kidnappings here and there when they were supposed to be in another nation.

I can see Dottore...learning to enjoy the sight of you indulging and loving the segments. He loves seeing the sight of you love these odd parts of himself. At the end of the day, the segments were still connected to him. He doesnt reprimand the segments for their behavior when he would be doing the exact same thing.

𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝟬𝟮𝟲. 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗦𝗘 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘

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it’s the gloves that fool you.

the familiar silhouette hunched over a worktable, shoulders angled in concentration, head tilted as though listening to thoughts only he can hear. 

— sleeping habits and positions with their special one;

[note.] — I know the harbingers already got the semi sleeping related scenarios with wake up, buttercup... but if soft as slumber will get me back to writing, I say it's a good sacrifice. SANDRONE DEBUT BTW I LOVE HER SO MUCH.

masterlist | mondstadt ver. | sumeru ver. | fontaine ver. | natlan ver.

── 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐨

capitano himself needs little to no rest, like actually. he chooses to sleep to be close to you (and maybe provide protection, if there ever arrives the need for it.). but, if he ever were to make any requests — it’s to sleep light. there’s just something suffocating about heavy bedding. not to mention, he can substitute for the missing heat.

hold his hand, have your head on his chest, be a full on starfish. do whatever you please. capitano will have you sleep through the night regardless, especially if you’re a moving sleeper. you ain’t moving an inch once he has you in his embrace. 

── 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞

either sleeps eighteen hours a day or wakes up after half hour, there’s no in between for dottore. yes, he will retire to bed with you, but falling asleep is different territory. it’s just that his brain is too active all the time, sleeping included. 

when he does indeed transform into a cat to replenish his energy, he wants the best. dottore might say he needs just the basics, but you have not seen the fluffiest of the blankets in months. that’s gotta say something.  

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

You continue to kiss every part of Flins’ face: his eyelids, the shadows under his eyes, and even the bridge of his nose. You stop when Flins asks a question.

“Are you quite finished?”

You assess him for a moment, checking if you’ve left one spot untouched. Your thumb automatically strokes his cheek. “I think so, yes.”

Then, Flins grabs your hand that’s on his cheek, turns his head slightly, and presses his lips on your palm. “I suppose it’s my turn now, isn’t it?”

WANT A TASTE?

kyryll chudomirovich flins x reader (w.c 4.1k)

SYNOPSIS

bartender!flins is… a little less reserved when he’s drunk. a little bolder than he usually is around you, if you will.

OR: drinking directly from fine shyt’s mouth

NOTES

AGELESS BLOGS/MINORS DNI. no explicit smut, but one of my freakier pieces regardless probs. #tension #liplocking. drunk Kissinggg. sorry, this is laid out sorta weird bc it was intended to be a drabble but i got carried away. f!reader. so now you have a drabble / short piece crossover. this draft is the equivalent of me playing you hold music while i finish my larger fics.

bartender!flins has had his eye on you from the moment you first walked into the bar.

it started off innocent enough. at first, you were only there to watch over your friends, narrowing your eyes when you caught them nearing the verge of alcohol poisoning. as the designated driver, you, unfortunately, had to stay completely sober. your options would’ve been pretty limited that night: water with ice, water without ice, or maybe a soda of sorts. you weren’t too keen on many of the mocktails available.

however, catching the eyes of the tall, hot bartender was an easy remedy to your lack of options.

“not much to your liking, miss?” he’d asked you, a small, sweet smile playing on his lips. “if you do have any special requests, i would be more than happy to oblige.”

“ i gotta give it to your…. ” ; cw: both nsfw & sfw headcannons! read at your own risk, reader obviously has a huge chest. fem! reader. the sfw hcs are pretty suggestive in it as themself!

synopsis. he loves everything about you, starting from your hips, to your thighs, anddddd….?

pairings. flins, childe, zhongli x f! reader

sfw — the lightkeeper, flins!

flins was a man of class, a gentleman with amazingly flowery words, and a man who believed he was very, very lucky to have a partner like you. although the polite exterior, he still stares i’m afraid.

as much as he outputs himself as this nice, respectful, i just have the feel he’s a pervert at heart. especially since he had become closer with varka—

only makes that known in private though, he likes to admire them from afar. it’s funny the way he could be talking to someone, and it looks like he’s looking at them when he’s actually admiring you behind them.

not sure if this would count as nsfw or suggestive buuuut he’d definitely sneak a hand underneath your shirt while you cook breakfast.

loves hugging you from behind and puts his palms right underneath your chest. either that or his arms. loves to put his head on yours.

he only does that when you’re alone, around close friends, or he gets jealous. its just like

“yeah i get to do this and you can’t 😂😂😂😂”

loves having his arms around you at any given moment though i’m not even gonna lie.

if you ever feel insecure about your chest, he'll let you know that that's a gift you should be ashamed for. has a whole speech about you, and how enchanting you are, how much pulchritude runs through you, and you alone,

if his words could kill, you would be dead of a bittersweet end.

he will never not love you, and will never not praise your chest too :3!!!

also i just have a rly cute scene in my head where you're on his lap, and you tie his hair while he just lays his head down on your chest, i might write it fr soon, but i thought it was super cute ;sob:

you were laughing so cheerily, your smile as sweet as honey dew with your arms crossed. it's just... too bad the reason wasn't him.

"oh, my god! i remember that! i really, i really do... gosh, we were so stupid as kids, weren't we?" you wiped a tear of joy from your eye as you take a breath to inhale and exhale. clenching his jaw in a slight strike of jealousy- flins shifted his attention from the conversation he was having with varka to the one you were having only feet away...

"and... are you listening, mr. flins?" - "...? hmm? what?"

the blonde could only let out a sigh,

and when the man who you recognized to be one of your old friends back when you were still traveling around certain regions, and learning about the world suddenly reached out to touch you- arms wrapped around from behind, making you squeal momentarily. "o-oh my gosh, ky! what are you doing here?" slotting his hands where he always did, he placed his pale-skinned face onto the right of your shoulder.

"sorry, missed my partner, just wanted to say hi."

nsfw …

motorboats. cough. he loves it, he loves you, he NEEDS you in fact. prolifically he just loves anything to do with your chest.

although he doesn't necessarily want someone with a bigger chest, it's just a bonus because the more love he can give, the more you both will end up enjoying sex LOL

terribly terrible switch and can’t decide on it for the life of him. he's just a man who wants to be loved and love you the same way!!!

loves to mark them up and down, like actually has bite marks scattered everywhere all from him because he couldn’t resist. although mainly it's just his thing for making sure people know you're taken by the most handsome lamp-fae there is <3

genuinely has a deep need in his heart to call you mommy while kissing all up on your chest. literally loves to say it while he goes down on you.

has gotten you to come completely untouched, untouched as in only his mouth working on you while he moans your name into your own boobs,

makes you ride him so he can get a first class seat to watch them bounce in his face,

flins is a secretive pervert idgaf

"o-oh, yeah, fuuuck... keep riding me, mommy-" he whispers under his breath as his bare hands landed on your hips, helping you continue to roughen your pace as your cunt continued to slide up and down his length.

your lover's face kept on distorting into beautiful mixes on his eyes deciding on whether or not to be shut, or try his best to watch you continue to ride him as per his request.

the room was filled with anticipation, and breathy sounds of pleasure, your body was gradually getting tired buuut that only allowed for more opportunity for flins later on <3!

sfw — the eleventh harbinger, tartaglia

ooh do i even have ti say that childe very evidently stares… and compliments them… and physically is super duper affecionate towards them in public… ? no? or…

he’s in the most polite way possible a pervert, and in the most perverted way possible polite about it.

bonus points if he's taller than you and gets to see your cleavage, yes he will always be a pervert at heart i'm afraid. literally whenever he looms over you his eyes are dipping down where they shouldn't

although that's pretty much default...

again, another hugger whose arms land whereeee they aren't supposed to. and he's shameless about it too.

again, this doesn't mean he has a particular preference to any size, but he is a boob man i fear, it's especially noticeable when you two cuddle, and his hand rests at the sides of your chest.

OR when he literally plants his face into your cleavage while he continues to fall asleep peacefully. bonus points if you massage his scalp while you do :3

uses your boobs like a headrest too LOL, i don't make the rules, he just does. like legit will see you laid down on the couch doing whatever you might be doing- minutes later you will feel a head land onto your chest,

"...what are you doing." "just appreciating my baby <3"

he's so noisy about having a girl built like a goddess too, not like he would talk about your chest explicitly but he's like "yeah that's my girl, you see her right? it's hard not to, i know. beautiful, and a living angel!"

if you ever, and i mean ever feel insecure about your chest, i'll just tell you rn he's gonna make sure you won't, whether it'd be having an hour-long conversation just talking about how beautiful you are to him, or buying you things that literally show your rack off because he is the 'wear what u want babe, i can fight them all'.

and he CAN fight them all!!

nsfw...

very much so i believe he's incredibly into mirror sex, and let's you watch when he massages them super duper thoroughly! alsooo plus points if they're sensitive too!

he doesn't even have to really do any of the normal foreplay stuff when he could start right on your nipples; he loves to suck on them, did i mention that orrr...

favorite thing he's ever done was just have you pinned to the bed, kissing all up on your breasts, whispering praise and whatnot into your soft skin; all while he would have one- two- maybe three digits snug inside your precious entrance <3

childe also loves when you have any lingerie sets that primarily focus on your chest specifically! it's just one of the traits he would love to appreciate, and get all to himself :3

really, really, really like to have you over his lap, one hand that squeezes your thighs, and the other up your shirt all while you both sit on the edge of the bed.

there's also just something about seeing either blue or red lingerie on you, just as a note because he loves seeing the colors he usually does on you.

it's also a huge thing for him to see your pretty chest in his clothing (i.e. his shirts, scarfs, anything he has bought you.) will spend fortunes, and fortunes on custom clothing just to rip it off you later.

"oh yeah, been watching you..." his fingers only plunge deeper into your cunt, long digits that touch spots you didn't think his hands alone could, the ginger hair that you could see through the mirror as he leaned over your shoulder to get a good view of your body twitching underneath his touch.

a hand still covered over your breast, running his finger over your nipple again, and again, making sure it was on pace with your adorable, lewd cries of pleasure. ones that were only audible via the bedroom door that was feet away from the both of you; everything here was of the best money could buy.

"god, doing so- sososo well for me, princess." his gaze moves to the hand that was snug inside you, now pulling the two digits out to dribble the juices you had just gushed out on his fingers, stretching his fingers out a bit to get a better view that the reflection they had.

"do you get the effect these have on me- the effect your beautiful fuckin' tits have on this guy's mind? thank god you're mine."

sfw — the geo archon, zhongli

to summarize- he is ashamed, and at the same time, if ever people ask about what he loves the most about you, he says personality, skills, but has to resist saying your chest, although deep, deep deep in his heart that is the first thing to come up in mind.

again, he's ashamed. unfortunately, believes he is not perverted or terribly into it but he really is. no matter what this guy says… just know his mind is elsewhere at certain points in conversation

BUT its not like thats the only thing on his mind, he still very much pays very close attention to what you say.

he’s still an amazing listener no matter what i’m afraid, not saying the other two here in this post aren’t, but out of all of them zhongli listens the most.

telling you this man would never ever let you feel insecure about your chest at all, he is your super… duper… straightforward… hypeman.

as in he would get asked if he was only interested in you for your body, his reply is “i fell in love with them for them, but it is a bonus i must admit.”

very, very, very discreetly flaunts you while outside. actually second thought it’s only discreet to you because its obvious to other parties that he’s proud to be your partner.

again, plus points if he’s taller cause he really, really likes the whole cleavage thought going on in his head. although he feels ashamed afterward,

nsfw…

he wants paizuri

OHHHHH WHO SAID THAT. okay seriously he had been wanting to try it for a while but it was a little awkward for him since he wanted to keep his gentlemanly exterior, and continue to respect you because you’re his lover, and he wants to make sure you are loved in the way you want to be

story changes slightly when you agree to do it, and still exercises the utmost respect about it. like it gets to a point where he’s overly polite that day it gets you concerned tol

oh but when it actually happens he’s a genuine groaning mess. his hands don’t know where to place themselves while you mouth barely teases the tip of his cock while your breasts rub his skin from top to bottom of his shaft.

also as an add on afterwards all that, he really likes to see the necklace with your, and his initials on it bounce on your chest whilst he fucks you missionary!

i mean what can he say, he’s a very classy, and gentlemanly guy, he still wants to see your whole body while you shiver from pleasure with that gifted attribute of yours right there for him to see too!!

not to mention how easy it is to reach out and touch your skin.

actually now that i think about it, he really just loves everythign about you! anything new he finds out is just a bonus to how amazing you are.