icky dad!toji massaging you after a tiring day but his rough and big hands are making you so wet. you start squirming but dad catches you, asks you what's wrong and you tell him it hurts between your legs too. so toji being a good dad he is starts massaging your pussy, inserting his fingers one by one in your cute sweet cunt
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a/n: i swear i was working on the masterlist but the brainrot finally got to me hnghhhh
warnings: gn but feminine implications (ie. princess treatment, reader wears heels and makeup, passenger princess), simping for reader, maybe ooc? swearing, fluff, some are modern aus, maybe innuendos?
─ ✰ DILUC is the gentleman we all deserve in our lives. if it’s raining outside, he’ll make sure to protect you from the wetness! he makes sure you’re fully bundled up in his coat, and that when he’s walking you home, the umbrella is fully covering you. oh, his shoulder’s getting wet? that’s fine, a little bit of water never hurt anyone. but if it happens to you? all hell breaks loose. what if you get sick from the rain? are you feeling alright? do you need medicine? a doctor? and if you’re in a modern au, he’ll definitely let you be the passenger princess 🥰 you can take naps, eat snacks, and pick all the songs! you don’t ever have to worry about giving him directions, you can just do whatever you want. he even installs led lights in his car so you can take asthetic pictures <3 if you’re tired, don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine alone, take your beauty sleep :) he drives you anywhere you want, no questions asked! you want to go to his mansion? you’ll be there in ten. grocery store? sure. nail salon? he’ll even accompany you to get your nails done just so you won’t be alone, pays for everything too!
─ ✰ KAEYA is absolutely whipped for you. to most people, he’s the town flirt, and a drunkard, but to you, he’s the most caring and softest person you’ve ever met, even if it’s hidden under layers of hurt. if you go out drinking with him, and come back drunk, he’ll carry you bridal style back home. pressing your body closer to his, he makes sure to prop your head so your neck won’t get sore. and if you wear makeup, he won’t put in the low effort to wipe your face with a makeup wipe, he’ll do your whole skincare routine for you! first, he uses makeup remover to take everything off, then, gently, he massages the cleanser into your skin and washes it off. he applies your creams and serums, making sure to be as tender as possible, even if you whine that all you want to do is go to sleep. he soothes you, whispering that all he needs is ten more minutes to brush your teeth and get you changed so you’ll feel clean in the morning. and for the hangover in the morning? he makes you special soup and showers you himself so you don’t even have to lift a finger.
─ ✰ CHILDE loves spoiling you whenever he gets the chance to. other people might think it’s just another sugar baby dynamic, but in truth, it’s far from it. it’s a selfless love, not just based on materialistic items. but even then, he’s willing to sacrifice his time and money for you. you’re his baby and his top priority always, no matter what. are you hungry? well, get ready, because he just booked a reservation at the highest star restaurant in town! you’re having a bad day? no problem, he’ll send one of the lower ranking fatui members to do the dirty work and he’s coming home early! he’ll bring home a large bouquet of flowers and a cute stuffie to match. you need new clothes? he’s driving you to all your favourite stores on his card <3 his wallet is practically bottomless, so don’t be afraid to spend what you want! a couple thousand mora is nothing to him if he can see your frowning pout turn into the pretty smile he loves so much. he even carries all your bags for you without asking! he can’t have his darling getting tired after all :(( just as long as after you give him a smooch on the lips and an hour of cuddles, the only payment he’ll accept (´∀`)♡
─ ✰ KAZUHA, even after years of being in a relationship, still finds ways to give you butterflies in your stomach. when you come back into your quiet home after a long night, too exhausted to take care of yourself, he leads you to a chair and sits you down. he ever so delicately unlaces your heels for you, taking his time doing so, but don’t worry! you won’t ever be bored. if the silence is too much, he’ll ask you how your day was, talk about his, and spill all the tea that happened on the crux. and if your feet are tender, he’ll massage them gently so they won’t be sore in the morning :(( he’s putting the utmost care and effort into whatever he’s doing for you, and that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. he still opens doors for you, dedicates hundreds, if not thousand of poems and haikus to you, and never fails to make you feel loved. he’d never forget an important date, even if you don’t mention it for months before! he always asks for your hand, and when you place it in his with a knowing smile, he gives you a fairytale-like kiss on the top, making sure to peck every little fingertip in the process.
─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE never thought he’d bow down to anyone again in his lifetime. he’s trained every little bit of himself to be the most powerful, the strongest being he could so he’d never have to go through that humiliation. but yet here he is, tucking away his ego and pride, bending down on the ground for you. yes, he may grumble, telling you to hurry up, and that he doesn’t have all day, but the fact that he’s basically submitting to you speaks for itself. you taught him what love meant, healing, and promised that you’d never leave him, and for that, you have his eternal loyalty. as you climb on his back, he gently hooks your legs against his arms as he stabilizes both of you. the proximity of your face resting against his neck causes him to go up in flames, throwing his oversized hat on your head, telling you to hold on to it for him. but really he’s hoping the large structure obstructs his rosy cheeks. he does every little ‘embarrassing’ thing for you, from painting his nails barbie pink to being shrek for your matching halloween costumes. if his younger self were to look back at him, he simply wouldn’t believe it, but now, he wouldn’t even consider the possibility of even saying no to you.
─ ✰ XIAO never, ever, takes you adventuring with him, simply because he believes someone as precious as you shouldn’t risk getting hurt and scuffed up. so instead, he brings you little gifts that he sees while adventuring. a glaze lily, protective adepti charms, and almond tofu are all gifts that he’s brought to you before. he’s also much softer with you, never raising his voice and being cautious about his choice of words. if you ever get caught in a physical situation with him, automatically he moves to stand in front of you, one arm protectively circling your waist, pulling you closer to him. being xiao’s s/o, you also get special privileges. while he answers most who call his name, if you even utter his in a whisper, he’ll be there in a heartbeat, no matter if it’s an emergency or not. whether you called him to join your tea party, or if you are in the slightest bit of danger, he’ll be there. he also trusts you more than his logic, even if everyone else is against you. if you’re in a scuffle with other humans, he makes sure to hear both sides, but his heart already knows who’s right. whether there are 100 witnesses who all say you’re wrong, he’ll still believe you anyways.
─ ✰ THOMA is absolute malewife material, no questions asked. sometimes, if he’s not busy in the mornings, he’ll surprise you with breakfast in bed without a special occasion. he’ll peck your cheek and give you a soft ‘good morning’ as to not break the sleepy trance you’re in, carefully placing the tray onto the nearest nightstand. whenever he’s around, he does all your chores too, from washing the dishes, to dusting the house and sweeping the floors. you wom’t even have to lift a finger, he goes as far to make lunch too! since he’s not home by then, usually somewhere in the kamisato estate, he leaves handwritten sticky notes on each lunch box he gives you. he fills them with messages like, “the perfume you wore smells good today!” “your smile is blinding, my ray of sunshine” or “you’re gorgeous always, my lovely.” never once is a message repeated, he believes someone as special as you deserves to hear something unique each day. he even goes as far to make your food cute! he’s made panda shaped onigiri’s, cat-like dango’s… all because you asked him once, it’s become a tradition now.
─ ✰ AYATO never leaves you bored when he goes to one of his meetings. his maids set up a spa day, complete with a makeover and evening gown to go with it, but it’s just not the same without your husband :( thankfully, being the significant other of the head of the yashiro commission has its own perks. for instance, you can walk around like you own the place and join in on in his meetings, albeit later you might get punished by ayato for interrupting, but really, he doesn’t mind. seated on his lap, you play with his fingers and let out a quiet huff. why did you think this was a good idea again? what they’re talking about is so boring, you’re beginning to regret your desicion to join ayato, wishing to be soaking in the tub with a face mask again. thankfully, shortly after, he cuts the conference short, apologizing and telling them he has more pressing matters to attend to. you lead him straight home holding his hand, giddy that he’ll join another one of your salon days. he makes sure to pamper you, giving you a massage and washing your hair for you, praising you for being so patient, even if you were the reason the meeting ended early.
─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM, i headcanon, thinks he’s being subtle with putting up with your shenanigans, but he couldn’t be farther off. he might seem indifferent on the outside, but he cares much more than you might think. can’t sleep? just wake him up at 3am, he’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and read to you until you fall asleep! just got your nails done? he’ll carry all of your books, what else would he need his giant man boobs muscles for? he revolves around you, as if you are the sun and he the earth. and god forbid if you’re ever mad at him, his whole life comes tumbling down. although if you can’t see it in his facial expression, all of his rationality goes flying out the window. he’s snappier than usual, getting annoyed at the littlest of inconveniences. even if you’re in the wrong, he’ll still apologize first, he just wants you to start talking to him again 😢 if you have conditions to making up, he follows them all to the tee. give you one kiss for every hour he’s made you upset? done. buy you the newest line of makeup or skincare? absolutely. cook dinner for the next two weeks? he already does that.
─ ✰ KAVEH is placed 1st on the list of simps. just pout your lips and whimper a “pretty please?”, he’s down bad. he lets you braid, curl, and play with his hair whenever you want, even if it was already styled in the beginning. he lets you steal all of his clothes, who cares if he’s worn the same thing five times in the past week? you look so adorable in his white shirt, he can’t complain. oh, and if you don’t like his style? he’ll let you pick out his clothes and style him yourself, he’ll stand there patiently for you like a mannequin <3 technically it’s not allowed, but he shows you all of his top secret projects and all the cool things he’s doing, you’re the only one allowed in his office! oh, what’s this? you want him to do your makeup? just give him a week, he’ll perfect cat eyeliner, lip liner and blending eyeshadow colors for you! after you’re done, he lets you do his makeup too, praising you for your talent. even if the blush is patchy, foundation cakey and lip gloss smudged, he still thanks you endlessly with unlimited cuddles and a new handbag matching his briefcase!
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things the enha boys do that make your heart go wild.
enhypen x gn!reader! fluff! masterlist
✩ heeseung!
kisses you at red lights. TELL ME HE'S NOT THE TYPE OF BF TO KISS YOU AT A RED LIGHT, GO ON, I DARE YOU. he's SO that type of boy. he'll be driving, one hand on the wheel, the other one holding your hand on top of your thighs. you're chit chatting about something while soft music plays on the background. and then he stops at a traffic light, looks at you DEEP in the eyes, and just kisses you, in the middle of your sentence. I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT THIS, I MIGHT ACTUALLY WRITE SOMETHING.
✩ jay!
brushes your hair out of your eyes. OKAY i'm so soft for this man, and i know he will be talking to you and just 🤭 put your hair behind your ears, or brush it back! and he'll be so nonchalant about it too, like he will do it so much, eventually it'll just be normal and expected, so whenever he's around, you barely touch your hair.
✩ jake!
hugs you and keeps you on his arm for as long as he possibly can. he is the type of boyfriend to just come up to you, wrap his arms around you and STAY THERE. like just stand there like this 🧍🏻but with you. if there's people around, they will probably stare at you and be like 🤔
✩ sunghoon!
makes BOLD eye contact. i honestly think it'd be so intimidating to have him just stare at you like 😃 not in an weird way, but in a gut wrenching, heart warming, lovey dovey, "i'm so whipped for you" way. but he would do it like all the time!! you're having a conversation about trees and he'll be like "yeah, i like green 😃👀👁️👁️"
✩ sunoo!
watches your favorite show. i just know sunoo would watch your favorite show so you two can talk about it. gossip girl, grey's anatomy, friends. you name it, he watches it. and then he will get so excited about it and become a big fan! loves the show almost as much as you do 🥹
✩ jungwon!
plays with your hair. imagine just laying on his lap after an exhausting day and he just starts braiding your hair lightly, while listening to you rant about how your coworker is so stupid. and then you end up falling asleep and he just stays there, like a statue, to make sure you'll stay sleeping. top 10 dreams of mine.
✩ niki!
does stuff just because. OKAY hear me out. you two will be doing something and he'll randomly just give you a peck, and when asked why he'll go: "just because." IDIAURJJSHR!! OR OR you're watching tv, and niki will come behind you and mess up your hair, laughing at how adorable you look like that, and his explanation will remain the same.
i love my military prodigy ginger head blorbos with dead eyes and death flag and cheerful demeanor that hides their murderous intent and their stupid chest straps like why do you need them for? so other men can see your tiddies more clearly? gays.
a/n: sorry for the recent inactivity school has been keeping me occupied 😭 hope you enjoy this!! reader is implied to be in hs/college but nothing is specified. lowercase intentional. love you all mwah
yang jungwon.
small gestures of kindness. jungwon’s love language is definitely acts of service. sometimes it’s the littlest thing, but you always notice it. if he goes to get coffee, he’ll get one for you too just because. jungwon lets you use the vending machine first even if he’s been waiting for a while. when you need assistance with anything – studying, cleaning, etc – he’s always the first to offer a helping hand. jungwon’s always thinking of you and it’s genuinely so endearing. he keeps a spare pen in his bag because he knows you always forget. even when it’s something as minuscule as a smile from across the room when you’re having a bad day, it never fails to brighten your mood. jungwon is so attentive, generous, and infuriatingly cute that you can’t help but say yes when he finally sums up to courage to ask you out.
genre(s): some fluff, mostly crack, enemies to lovers, neighbours au
wc: 1.8k+
warning(s): profanity
summary: yang jungwon is pissed his cat likes you more than she likes him.
note: this is sooooo unserious but i had fun writing it!!! i hope the silliness of this fic manages to bring a smile to your face :)
masterlist
There was an angry-looking Yang Jungwon standing at your door.
You didn’t know why he was so pissed. You just knew you didn’t care.
“Your incessant knocking woke me up,” you replied dryly and leaned against the door frame, arms crossing over your chest. “You better have a good reason for ruining my sleep.”
“It’s five in the evening.”
“What’s your point?”
Jungwon’s jaw clenched, and the corner of your lip curled up a smirk. Provoking him was always so satisfying. Always so easy and entertaining.
It was crazy how he was the sweetest person with everyone else but the moment you opened your mouth, he glared at you and looked like he was plotting your death. The discrimination and harsh treatment you’d received from the boy upon moving into your apartment had hurt at first, but you’d soon learnt to take it with a grain of salt.
You’d learnt that it was way more fun to push his buttons and see just how far you needed to take things for him to reach his breaking point.
“Just shut the fuck up and listen to me,” Jungwon snapped, pointing an accusing finger at you. “I need you to stop playing with my cat. Do not touch her. Do not call her name. Do not do the weird fucking meowing thing you do where she meows back at you and you have those god awful meowing conversations. Do not—”
“Oh, yeah,” you interrupted and pretended to deeply think about something. “I think it was just yesterday that Cleo told me you were popping a vein over her liking me more than you. I must say, Yang, you have reached a level of pathetic I didn’t even know existed. Yelling at your neighbour because you don’t get validation from your cat? Tsk.”
Embarrassment and anger coloured the entirety of Jungwon’s face a deep red. “You don’t get it!” he exclaimed. “Cleo keeps clawing at the front door! She doesn’t even want to stay with me anymore. She stares at me with so much resentment because I don’t let her play with you all the time!”
“I’m confused,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing. “Why don’t you let her play with me if that’s why she hates you? Your problem has a very simple solution—”
“But she’s my cat!” he said, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He stepped closer to you, desperation evident on his features. “I don’t care if she plays with you, but the more she does, the more she realises that she’d rather have you take care of her.”
“Well,” you sputtered, a little taken aback by how much his cat’s preferences had distraught him. “If it’s any consolation to you, I don’t have the time or resources to look after Cleo, so she has no choice but to stay with you.”
“I don’t know how to make her love me again,” Jungwon mumbled to himself, not having heard you at all. “I know cats aren’t very loyal, but I didn’t think Cleo would dump me after everything we’ve gone through. I pay the landlord more money so she can keep staying with me without having to hide from anyone. I fought—”
“Yang!” you yelled and grabbed his shoulders. He snapped out of his reverie and looked at you in despair. You’d never thought you would feel bad for him, but you found yourself offering, “Do you want me to show you how I play with her? I don’t know why she prefers me over you, but maybe I’m doing something you aren’t. Maybe you’ll know what it is if we play with her together.”
Jungwon nodded eagerly. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Now?” you asked incredulously. “I have to meet a friend for dinner.”
“Please,” he begged, and you didn’t think you’d ever heard him sound so hopeless before. “Just for ten minutes.”
You hesitated a bit for a moment, but then reluctantly agreed. “Ten minutes.”
Jungwon watched in awe as you interacted with Cleo. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw his ginger Ragamuffin so excited.
“Hey, Cleo,” you cooed, cupping her face in your hands. “How are you doing? How’s the most precious girl in the world doing?”
Cleo purred and leaned into your touch. Smiling, you caressed her cheeks and kissed her nose.
Gathering her in your arms, you stood up. The cat rested her head on your shoulder and closed her eyes.
“I really don’t see Cleo hating anyone,” you said to Jungwon, a small frown settling on your features. “I mean, look at her.”
He sighed and padded towards you, stopping only when he was right beside. His arm brushed against yours. “I don’t get it either.”
And then, as if to prove to you that he wasn’t lying about his cat having something against him, Jungwon lightly petted her.
Cleo’s eyes snapped open and her nails popped out. She pawed at him and he withdrew his hand immediately.
“Oh.”
“I don’t understand why she’s acting this way,” he lamented. “She was good to me until you came along!”
You scoffed in disbelief. “Are you seriously saying this is my fault? Did you even consider the possibility of you being a horrible owner?”
“You did not just say that!” Jungwon looked extremely offended, but you didn’t give a shit. You couldn’t believe he was blaming you for his problems.
“I don’t even need to say anything,” you sneered. “Cleo running away from you to me speaks volumes.”
You saw your neighbour’s jaw clench. His hands curled into fists at his side, and you wondered if you’d gone too far. You know he loved his cat; insinuating that he wasn’t taking good care of her probably hurt.
Besides, you knew it wasn’t true. Jungwon was a huge animal enthusiast. He’d looked after a turtle when he was five and had decided then and there that a career surrounded by animals was what he wanted. He was studying to be a veterinary doctor now.
Before you could open your mouth to apologise, he muttered, “I should have known this was a bad idea.”
Your blood boiled once again. “You really do have a knack for being the most ungrateful asshole anyone could ever come across, Yang.”
In your arms, Cleo meowed and lifted her head from your shoulder, staring daggers at her owner.
“Ungrateful?” Jungwon snorted in disbelief, not noticing the glares the Ragamuffin was sending his way. “You haven’t done anything since you came here! I don’t have shit to be grateful for.”
Cleo growled, and the boy finally acknowledged her anger.
You pointed a finger at Jungwon and fumed, “I take back what I said before. I do see Cleo hating you. You’re a little bitch who—”
“Oh, spare me.” He cut you off with a roll of his eyes, but you paid him no heed and continued,
“Maybe she’d like you better if you liked me better!”
The cat meowed again. The message was very clear. She agreed.
“I do like you...” Jungwon said defensively, but it was a pathetic attempt that convinced no one. Especially not Cleo.
“Yeah, sure.” You let out a humourless laugh. “You’ve obviously been a jerk to me from the very start because you think you’re the unapproachable, dark-haired, broody lead and I’m the sunshine who is supposed to make you open up.”
He gave you a sour look. “You’re not the sunshine.”
“And you’re not the main character you think you are. I’m not going to put up with your attitude anymore. Just stop being a dick and tell me what you have against me.”
Jungwon hesitated for a moment. You watched as he contemplated whether or not to tell you the real reason behind his grudge, and with each passing second, you slowly started to get a good idea of why.
You knew it was going to be something stupid.
He proved you right.
“I was trying to rent the apartment you’re living in. It has a better view and is way bigger. I live with a cat and you live alone—I thought it was unfair that the landlord chose someone who doesn’t even need the space.”
You were speechless for a while. You took your sweet time to wrap your head around the fact that Yang Jungwon was one petty son of a bitch.
“That’s it?” you finally asked. “You hate me because I snagged the apartment you wanted fair and square?”
He didn’t confirm. He didn’t need to.
You exclaimed, “Grow the hell up, Yang! So what if I got it? It’s been six months; move on!”
“You don’t need it as much as I do!” he protested.
“You don’t know that!” you said angrily. “You don’t know me! You never tried to.”
Jungwon opened his mouth to retort, but he didn’t really know what to say. He knew he was the one at fault. Maybe he should have apologised.
Too bad his stubbornness wouldn’t let him go down without a fight.
“It’s not like you ever tried to get to know me either,” Jungwon muttered.
“I brought you home-baked cookies the day I moved in. You said you didn’t want them and shut the door in my face. I invited you to my house-warming party too, but neither did you reply to my email nor show up. You really think I didn’t try to get to know you? To be friends with you?”
Your voice was laced with bitterness, but there were traces of genuine sorrow in it as well. The fire in your eyes from your bickering had winked out and you looked tired.
The boy found his resolve crumbling. Shame and guilt began to build claw at him from the inside. Maybe he had been unnecessarily harsh.
“I—uh..” Jungwon tried, “I’m sorry.”
You raised your eyebrows. “For being so rude to you, I mean, ” he added hastily. “You didn’t deserve it.”
The apology could have been way better but you weren’t going to complain. “Okay.”
Setting Cleo on the floor again, you moved towards the front door of his apartment. “I’ll get going.”
However, before you could turn the knob, Jungwon blurted, “Are—are you free now? Maybe we can hang out and get to know each other?”
“Oh.” You were dumbfounded. Out of all the things you expected him to say, this was not it. “I have to meet a friend tonight. I told you.”
Embarrassment tinted his ears a deep red. “Right,” he squeaked after clearing his throat. “Forget I asked.”
“Well—” you started after a beat of awkward silence— “I won’t be out for that long. Do you wanna come over to watch a movie later?”
“I have to get up early tomorrow.”
You decided that this was clearly not working out—but it wasn’t that bad. So what if Jungwon and you couldn’t hang out? You were on good terms now. That was an immense improvement in your relationship already.
Your neighbour, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood to cut his losses and move on. He tried again, “The weekend?”
You paused. Racked your brain to make sure you didn’t have any other commitments. “The weekend.”
“It’s a date.”
Strangely, you didn’t correct Jungwon. He didn’t take his words back either.
❝ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. thought about how these genshin men would show their jealousy in public so here r some quick hc's
❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. tighnari, cyno and al-haitham.
❝ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. written with female reader in mind; can still be read as gender neutral. slightly suggestive themes but still sfw. possessiveness. NOT beta read / proof read.
𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈
⌗ SHOWS HIS JEALOUSY THROUGH SUBTLE HINTS / CLUES, SUCH AS HOLDING YOU CLOSER TO HIM IN PUBLIC.
it was a rather windy saturday evening and you two were heading back home from an entire day of checking the multiple withering zones that recently appeared around the rainforest.
as you walked on the bridge in the gandharva village that headed towards tighnari's study room, you were instantly greeted by a familiar male figure.
your eyes widened the moment you figured out who it was. “you're..” you slowly mumble, trying hard to remember his name. it was right on the tip of your tongue before your thought process was interrupted.
“yes, i'm the man who you had saved from a group of fatui the other day!” his eyes are basically shining with admiration while he looks at you. “i came here to personally thank you for your courageous act.”
out of excitement, the man clasps both of your hands into his, closing the long distance between the two of you by stepping closer and placing your intertwined hands in the middle.
you shoot him a big smile in return before asking about his well-being. you were extremely glad to be able to reunite with him since you were worried about his safety all night long.
as you had your little conversation with the sumeran citizen you had rescued, you could feel tighnari's eyes burn holes in the back of your head. you had totally forgotten about your boyfriend as you were dealing with the other man.
tighnari wasn't much of a social butterfly. he usually stands behind you whenever you meet someone you recognize— patiently waiting for you to be done so he could continue his once interrupted conversation with you. therefore, tighnari only speaks when spoken to or when he has something important to share.
however this time it was different. he saw how the other man got close to you, thanking you with the biggest smile on his face - and the one thing that bothered him the most - is how the man continously held onto your hands.
your boyfriend understands that its his way of showing gratitude, but that was pushing it for him. his piercing eyes were focused on your hands, watching each and every slight movement as he held his own gloved hands behind his back.
it was hard to be polite to the stranger in such a situation, though that also didn't mean that he could just snap because of a simple matter. if tighnari were to tell the man to back off, maybe you would become dissappointed by his overprotective actions instead.
“they simply are amazing, aren't they?” tighnari finally makes his presence known to the man in front of you by joining the conversation. he slowly stands closer to your body as his hand travels along your back.
“i'm glad to hear that you are safe and sound, sir.” you could feel tighnari's hand holding you by your waist, just slightly pulling you towards his body in attempt to make it unnoticeable to the other person.
looking at your boyfriend's face, you could easily notice that fake welcoming smile he wore as he continued talking to the citizen in a kind tone of voice. not only that; his fingers toyed with the fabric of your clothes— pulling and twisting the material while he nonchalantly tried to get you even closer to him.
it was also the first time that tighnari was actively engaging into a conversation with someone that he just recently met via you. almost everything gave it away; from his body language to his actions: he is jealous.
𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎
⌗ WILL LITERALLY SCARE PEOPLE AWAY WITH JUST HIS DEATH STARES AND PRESENCE IF THEY TRY TO ACT TOO CLOSE WITH YOU
you were heading towards the local market in sumeru city— basket ready to be filled with all the delicasies you could find. you were planning to surprise your boyfriend with one of his favorite dishes since he had been working hard to protect the peace in sumeru.
you know that he needs a break; it was futile of him to hide his fatigue from you. you could feel the tiredness radiate from his figure the moment he came home and collapsed on your own body on your shared bed.
“good afternoon! can i get four of these, please?” you point to a basket which was filled with tons of zaytun.
“ah, [y/n]! i haven't seen you in a while!” the owner of the stall greets you excitedly as he picks up what you needed.
“sorry, i've been too busy lately to stop by.” you giggle and gently grab the bag from his hands.
since there weren't many customers around, you both took the opportunity to hold a small chat. it was true that you hadn't had that much time to visit the local market. all the piled up work had been tough to deal with.
that's also why your little conversation was extremely needed; the relaxation you felt as you laughed and spoke about what had been bothering you to the man in front of you was indescribable.
however, what you failed to notice in the meantime was the intimdating aura that sneaked up closer and closer to where you had been standing. normally you would instantly recognize who it was, yet this time you were too late.
“u– uhm..” the owner of the stall coughs awkwardly; almost as if he was in panic due to who or what he saw behind you. “g- good afternoon, general mahamatra..!”
you blink twice while you slowly process what was said. “..cyno?” you mumble confused, turning around to face the person behind you.
“oh, it's really you!” your eyes widen as you see your boyfriend stand there, one of his hand on his hip as the other holds onto his signature weapon.
his gaze wandered from the young man standing there nervously and then back to you. his eye twitched a bit at the sight; he was just trying to hold his small break from work together with you, however instead, he gets slapped in the face with this situation in front of him.
you were happily engaging in a conversation with someone who cyno knew had some romantic feelings for you. it was noticeable the moment he had visited this specific stall with you for the first time a couple months ago. you were simply oblivious to the hints the street vendor dropped.
cyno hid his face a bit from you by holding his head low, letting his bangs cover his cold expression in attempt to calm himself down. within a split second, his head was up again— the intimidating aura and facial expression erased from existence.
“good afternoon.” the general mahamatra responds swiftly. you cock your head to the right as you question why he was here; after all, he told you that he wouldn't be able to see you until late at night.
“there was a change in my schedule.” cyno replies while he still took quick looks at the vendor. almost in a 'get the hint and fuck off' type of way. “i was around the area and had been told that you were spotted at the market, so i decided to check in on you.”
you chuckle at his explanation as you throw you arms around your lover's neck— giving him a tight hug; one that you missed as much as he did.
“let's take a quick break together then!” you excitedly jump from one leg to another. linking your arm with his, you throw in a quick 'see you around!' to the friendly street vendor before heading off to the nearest restaurant.
as you chatted away about your plans, cyno turned around to give the young man one last sneaky death stare before focusing on you again. to your great surprise, your boyfriend gave you a soft kiss on the forehead while you were mid sentence; he surely wasn't the one to initiate such stuff in public.
when you asked him about it, cyno was quick to change topics. little did you know that that action of his was directed towards the street vendor— who had seen it all happen like your boyfriend had intended to.
𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌
⌗ ACTS COOL ABOUT IT BUT "SUBTLY" TRIES TO AVERT YOUR ATTENTION FROM THE SOURCE THAT CAUSED HIM TO GET JEALOUS
an hour had passed by since you had sat down at your favorite spot in the puspa café with your lover, carefully listening to the storyteller who was non-stop talking about all kinds of rumors and such.
the man was good at his job; he knew just how to grab your attention with all the various and funny jokes in-between his stories.
al-haitham stared at the storyteller and then back at you, who sat on the chair right in front of him. he didn't expect this outcome when he asked you to go out today— to have you almost fully ignore his existence the moment the storyteller began talking.
your date started out great. al-haitham saw how much it meant to you; spending quality time together for the first time in a while. the happy expression you wore on your face ever since you saw him at your doorstep made your boyfriend's heart skip a beat. he missed you like crazy.
... thus exactly why the current situation had started to piss him off a little.
al-haitham didn't say anything the entire time; he didn't even pay any attention to the man in the center of the room— his eyes were only on you. he noticed every single change of emotions on your face while the stories were being told.
sure, your presence around him was enough to keep him satisfied, but not for long.
despite his feelings, he didn't want to ruin the mood by continously interrupting the stories with all kinds of questions or comments. if you chose to listen to the storyteller instead of him, then that's up to you.
he will tolerate anything that makes you happy, yet this time it was hard to do so.
he needed your attention on him.
suddenly, the whole room burst into a fit of laughter, which included you. it was the work of the storyteller as expected. the storyteller looked at you while he chuckled at the reactions to his joke and you were giggling while staring at him too.
that was the last straw for the akademiya's scribe.
“sweetheart..” al-haitham whispers while his hand gently holds onto yours. “your food is going to get cold at this rate.”
“oh! yes, thank you. i almost forgot heh..” you chuckle as you recall the joke. taking a bite out of your sandwhich, you finally looked up at al-haitham.
it was clear that something was bothering him, even though his facial expression didn't show much. you could still feel the slightly tight grip he had on your hand— it seemed like he didn't have the intention to let go.
“you okay?” you ask after swallowing the food in your mouth. you could see him secretly try to steal a glance at someone in the room and when you followed his gaze, you saw who he was glaring at.
“ah..” you bite your lip as you finally connected the dots. you felt guilty for not noticing it sooner.
“then! for the next story..!” the storyteller suddenly speaks up, catching the attention of everyone in the room once again.
al-haitham clenched his jaw as he slowly faced you, hoping that you were focusing on eating your food instead. his eyes slightly widened as he realized that you were staring at him this time and not the storyteller.
“..sorry, uhm, did you say something?” your lover sighs in relief, still holding onto your hand as if he was scared that by letting go, he'd lose your attention again.
al-haitham takes a quick sip from his tea to calm his nerves, however you were quick to notice his eye twitch before he fully closed them to savor the taste of the flavourful liquid.
“hmm..” you humm, leaning your upper body towards him. “are you mayhaps.. jealous?”
your whisper made the scribe almost fully choke on his tea. coughing, al-haitham slightly shakes his head. “w— cough— why would i be jealous?”
“oh, come on!” you laugh a bit louder while you watch al-haitham try his best to regain composure. “it's sooo obvious that you are!”
your partner couldn't look you in the eyes at the moment and that only confirmed your assumptions.
al-haitham always looks anywhere but at you whenever he's lying. it was a cute habit of his that you discovered rather quickly.
he doesn't have a problem with deceiving anyone else right in their face; holding eye contact while telling all kind of lies and excuses to them wasn't a hard task. although, the scribe was weak when it came to you.
“no, it isn't obvious.” al-haitham coughs one last time as he tries to hide the embarrassment on his face by looking down at the dishes on the table.
“oh? then that means that you don't deny that you are jealous.” you cackle, holding onto your stomach as it began to hurt due to the laughter. there were even tears in your eyes.
your lover opened his mouth to defend himself, however no words came out as he caught a glimpse of that joyful expression of yours.
the corners of his lips curled up into a small smile as he watches you try to catch your breath.
he'll let you have your fun by teasing him all you want tonight. at least this once you were laughing because of him and not someone else.
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SUMMARY ! is it really that hard to get some alone time with your s/o when you have six annoying bandmates around at all times? after returning from tour feeling more than eager to see you, heeseung learns the hard way that the answer is yes, absolutely.
a/n: decided to restore and finish up a very old req to be active again, sorry anon for the long wait <\3 finally a hee fic for my mlist yippee!!
“hee, i swear to god i can’t do this,” you announce, hiding cowardly behind your bowl of popcorn.
ever since your boyfriend had departed for his group’s tour, he’d been talking to you about this ‘smile’ movie nonstop and how the two of you just had to see it the day he returned.
however, the only thing heeseung had actually explained to you about said movie was that it’d been topping the film charts for over three weeks straight, and that if he said anything else it’d ‘ruin the surprise.’
now you recognise that the only actual reason he said that was to make sure you didn’t chicken out; considering it was apparently one of the scariest horror movies of the year.
“you can! it’s going to be so fun, i promise.” the deer boy grins, childishly kicking his feet back and forth in the cinema’s seat. “and if you get scared, you can always hold me.” (heeseung didn’t plan to ever admit it, but this was his ulterior motive in bringing you to a horror movie in particular).
you huff, “i’m breaking up with you.”
he only snickers, lifting his arm over your shoulder. “no you aren’t, silly.”
besides your constant complaining about how you didn’t think you were going to survive watching the movie, heeseung was more than ecstatic to finally relax after the constant promotions and just enjoy spending alone time with you. it felt like forever since he’d gotten a day to be with you without his members interrupting—
“hey, isn’t that niki and jake?”
heeseung’s smile immediately drops, following your gaze to see none other than his two idiot bandmates walking into the theatre with popcorn and drinks of their own. of course they just happened to be going to the exact same movie on the exact same day as you and him.
“oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” he groans, watching in disbelief as they both scan the seats. before heeseung could tell you to duck down and pretend you never saw either of his members, you’d already stood up from your seat and began waving to the boys. “wh— y/n, what are you doing!?” he whisper-yells in a panic.
“niki! over here!” you yell, clueless to your boyfriend who facepalms in agony. when the younger boy notices you, he tugs on jake’s sleeve, pointing to you before running over swiftly.
“y/n, hyung? what are the chances?!” jake playfully sticks his tongue out, quickly taking the seat next to niki, who had immediately claimed the spot to your left.
“i didn’t know you like horror, y/n,” niki remarks in amusement, taking a leisure sip of his soda.
you sigh at the reminder of what you’d been tricked into, glancing over at the culprit who seemed to be in the middle of sulking for an unknown reason. “oh, i definitely don’t. this shithead didn’t tell me anything! how am i supposed to know a movie called ‘smile’ of all things is a horror?”
the two boys bursts into laughter, unlike heeseung who was munching angrily on his popcorn, wondering why his time with you had to be disrupted for the billionth time.
it only got worse as the ads finally came to an end and the movie started; heeseung watching in disappointment as you mindlessly cling onto niki’s arm instead of his. you and jake were probably the loudest ones in the theatre judging by how others kept turning around and sending glares at the four of you, niki only cackling maniacally at your scared yelps and reactions the whole time.
at about halfway through the movie, heeseung finally had enough of third wheeling his own date.
“babe,” he mutters, forcing your arms to tangle around his own. you allow him even if you’re slightly confused, giving him a hum in acknowledgment. “after this shit’s over, wanna play video games with me at the dorm?”
you snicker teasingly at his childishness, “you were practically dying to see this movie though.”
“not with niki and jake!” he whines noisily, earning another angry glare from a woman seated nearby.
“shhh!” you scold, “fine, mario kart then?”
your boyfriend grins in content, pulling his purple hood up. “you know me so well.”
—
this time, heeseung was sure nothing could ruin his time with you.
the dorm was completely empty from what he knew; niki and jake were still out doing who knows what, jay was dragged along on sunoo and sunghoon’s shopping trip, and jungwon was... well, heeseung wasn’t sure about their leader, but he was rarely the type to bother him anyway.
at last, here he was with you sitting criss-cross next to him, switch controllers in hand and tv volume echoing the mario kart soundtrack on full blast. “bro, you always choose boring old link,” you complain, “why can’t you be mario so we match?”
“just because you called me bro, i’m definitely not changing now,” heeseung deadpans, clicking the ‘continue’ button to scan through vehicle options.
you frown in defeat, watching as the boy confidently scrolls through the different wheels and carts. his brows furrow in concentration as he reads the statistics of each option, pink lips jutted in a soft pout.
however, his intense focusing also gave you time to equip your most powerful, secret strategy, which was to copy your boyfriend’s exact idea and click start before he can notice.
right as the screen moves on to pick the map, heeseung’s eyes widen in realization. “yah, why does your thing look the same as mine?!” he exclaims, eliciting an evil cackle from your lips.
before he can unleash his wrath on you though, the sound of a nearby door being opened saves you as a familiar red haired boy prances in. while you gasp in excitement, heeseung’s mouth drops open in disbelief, watching as jungwon takes a seat right between the two of you.
“mario kart and nobody invited me?” the younger jokes, grabbing a third controller off the table.
“won!” you greet cheerfully, “i’m so sorry, we didn’t even know you were in there, right hee?”
“yeah, no idea,” he croaks out much more depressingly than he was aiming for, drawing questioning glances from both of you.
after jungwon had successfully connected, heeseung regards painfully as you go all the way back to the character selection scene, erasing his entire vehicle design and map choices before reselecting luigi as if nothing happened.
and to top it all of, stupid, stupid jungwon had swooped in at breakneck speed and rushed to choose mario before heeseung could even recover from his sorrowful mourning. “there, now we can match y/n!” the cat-like boy had giggled cutely, and it made heeseung want to pull his own hoodie strings until he choked in raging frustration.
was it too much to ask to have just one small, cute, alone moment with his partner today?
“aww, look at us!” you grin obliviously, “maybe heeseung can be peach!”
jungwon nods, “or he could be bowser!”
heeseung thinks he’d rather die.
—
after suffering through five whole rounds of slipping on banana peels and jungwon purposely trying to hit him with blue shells, heeseung had announced that he was done playing for the day; throwing the controller down defeatedly and sludging over to his bedroom with a pout.
it was easy for you to tell that something upset your boyfriend, and unfortunately for jungwon, he was your priority over mario kart no matter how intense the tournament was getting.
after a swift goodbye hug to the younger boy, you depart from the living room to find heeseung curled up on his bed, black headphones barely peeking out from under his purple hood. his bambi eyes widen curiously at your entrance, pausing his music as you take the spot on bed next to him.
“hi pretty boy.” you playfully wiggle your brows, knowing just how to get the boy next to you smiling again. however, your normally victorious strategy seems to fail; lips falling as you notice his gentle smile barely reaches his eyes. “how’re you feeling?”
caressing his knuckles in yours, you watch his face carefully. “m’okay, just a little bummed out after today. was hoping to spend my time with just you for once in a blue moon,” he murmurs honestly.
this is one of your (many) favourite things about heeseung.
no matter big or small, he’s never afraid or embarrassed to display his emotions and express them to you. if you buy him a new video game, he’ll do a little giddy dance and pepper you in thankful smooches. if you make him mad, he won’t just brush it off; he’ll let you know with a glare or frown before going right back to smiling after your apology.
if he’s upset that his whole day with you was ruined, he’ll tell you that until you give him the attention he deserved, which is what you decide to do.
you smile before wrapping your entire body around his, leaving small pecks along his face and neck. “well, it seems like you’re alone now.. and here i am,” you remind slyly.
the boy exhales in what could only be described as relief at your suggestion, wrapping his arms around your body hesitantly as if you’d poof into thin air at any moment. you reach a lazy hand up to massage the delicate roots of his hair, planting kisses on the side of his neck and showering him in all the love he craved and merited.
“am i in heaven?” he suddenly murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.
you pause your ministrations to peer up at him, snickering softly. “until the boy’s get back and force us to join their karaoke night, sure.”
heeseung immediately groans as if you’d punched his gut, eyes shutting tighter in agony while you laugh harder. “baby, don’t talk about them right now.”
feeling half an ounce of sympathy, you mumble out an apology before hastily returning to your gentle touches.
you’d admit that during other occasions like this, heeseung was the one spoiling you; willingly being the big spoon during every cuddle session and giving you all the affection and care.
though because of the lofty opportunity presented right in front of you this afternoon, you could now agree that you see the appeal of being the attention-giver.
you sigh, feeling your arm cramp from staying in such an awkward position atop heeseung’s head for so long. when not a single complaint is heard as you remove your hand, your eyebrow raises, anticipating the whiny ‘noooo’ or ‘put it back’ from the male under you.
that’s when you sit up on your elbow, studying the expression of a now fast-asleep heeseung. at first you chuckle, taking a picture and admiring his flawless beauty before eventually stifling a yawn, allowing your own eyes to shut mindlessly.
—
“ooh heeseung hyung! guess what we’re doing t—“ riki pauses his boisterous announcement, freezing in the doorway as he registers the bizarre view inside heeseung’s bedroom.
there you and his bandmate lay, limbs all over the place, hair a mess, and a single, unappealing drop of drool cascading down the corner of heeseung’s mouth. your soft snoring was luckily muffled against his purple hoodie, but riki still nearly burst out laughing at one of your legs that was awkwardly hanging off the bed with a sock dangling off your heel.
“yah,” the maknae whisper-yells, sending quick gestures once the other boy’s met his playful gaze.
in no time, three more of the members had arrived to witness the spectacle. jay was hitting sunoo’s shoulder while silent laughing hysterically, jake had to run out before his laughter woke you up, and riki was busy taking blackmail pictures from each and every angle.
“that’s enough, idiot,” sunoo eventually scolds, and riki obliges amazingly, stuffing his phone into his pocket with an evil giggle.
jay lets out a huff, nodding over to heeseung, “jake and won said he’s been pouty all day, you got any idea why?”
“oh, probably ‘cause i was purposely taking y/n’s attention at the movie today.”
their eyes widen, and sunoo nearly forgets to whisper. “what the hell were you of all people doing third wheeling their date!?”
“okay, that part wasn’t on purpose,” riki defends, and jay gives him the stink eye. “no, seriously! me and jake hyung just happened to go to the same theatre at the same time.”
sunoo murmurs something about them being idiots again right as jay shoots another question at the younger. “well why’d you have to bother y/n? you know heeseung would get all whiny, riki.”
the younger shrugs, nonchalantly making his way to the door. “because it’s funny.”
before either boy’s could scold him, a yawn is heard from the bed, making all three heads snap nervously to an arising heeseung. he yawns, stretching exaggeratedly, “what’s funny?”
all three of them glance at each other, rushing out and slamming the bedroom door closed. “nothing!”
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() ft. ayato, thoma, venti x gn!reader (separate!)
— synopsis ;; just as the title suggests :]
— genre ;; fluff !
— notes ;; angst in venti's part if you squint, plus mentions of alcohol and intoxication
i was going to write about more characters, but ayato's part turned out longer than expected, so i had to scrap one of them ;(
lmk if you want a part 2 !!
✰ ; ayato
Ayato was a busy man — he didn't have time for romance, or anything of the sort. And when Thoma became bedridden with a terrible illness, he knew that his life would only get busier. He wouldn't say that he was attached to Thoma, but when he found out that he was to be temporarily replaced, he didn't take it very well. He put all of his trust into his housekeeper, and to have a stranger roaming around was not something he particularly enjoyed the thought of. Yet, the replacement was handpicked by Thoma himself, so he supposed he could give them a chance.
On your first day, you instantly started pottering around the Kamisato household, dusting every nook and cranny that you came across. Ayato's first impression of you was that you were quite reserved, barely uttering a word to either him nor his sister — which was surprising, given that Ayaka was the more approachable one of the two. He supposed you were just nervous, and his assumption was correct. Being a housekeeper for the Kamisato clan, temporarily or not? It was an honour.
Although you were quiet and kept to yourself, he believed that you were diligent in your work. Wherever he went, everything was shining beautifully, with not a single speck of dust to be found. He observed you closely — your mannerisms, the way you'd tread lightly through the hallways and rooms, entering each room quietly and leaving just the same. You were a curious personality, and he found himself to be intrigued. What was your story?
As the days went by of you being the housekeeper of the Kamisato household, Ayato seemed to no longer mind your presence. In fact, he seemed to memorise things about you. He memorised the sound of your footsteps, although they were silent to everyone else; he memorised your route around the house, where you would start your cleaning and where it would end — and he knew that you would only enter his office whenever he was absent. He was used to people being intimidated by him, but when it came to you... for some reason, it irked him.
He approached you one morning as you were doing your duty as the replacement housekeeper, and you jolted when he suddenly appeared behind you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Ayato said, holding his hands up as if he were found guilty of something.
"It's okay, sir..." you bowed.
"Please, call me Ayato," he smiled. "It seems you're going to be here for longer than expected, so I'd not like for us to be strangers. Is that okay?"
You nodded. "Of course."
After that encounter, Ayato seemed to speak to you more often. He'd say, "Good morning, [Y/N]," whenever he saw you as the sun rose, and he'd say, "Good night, [Y/N]," whenever it'd set. Eventually, those simple 'hello's turned into lengthier conversations, and the two of you got to know each other on a more personal level. As Thoma started to feel better, Ayato couldn't help but feel dismayed, in a way. Would that mean that he'd no longer be able to see you?
Whenever he was with you, his stomach would twist and turn. It'd only ever do that whenever he was in a meeting with superiors. Ayato wasn't a person who could easily trust others, so it was unexpected of him to have placed his trust upon a mere replacement housekeeper. It seemed that you made him break some of the things he was known for, and stood for.
Thoma was soon fully recovered, and it was time for you to take your leave. You packed your things, and Ayato waited for you outside. Out of the blue, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, and you weren't sure if you were to return it. He dropped his arms and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Feel free to come back anytime, [Y/N]," he smiled, a hint of solemnity laced behind his tone. "You're always welcome here."
Ayato was a busy man, but it seemed that romance wasn't that much out of the picture.
✰ ; thoma
You and Thoma had known each other ever since the two of you were little, back when he still lived in Mondstadt. He had never admitted it to anyone, but when the both of you were still young and adventurous, he was in love with you. You were his best friend, his confidante. The one person that he could turn to for anything. And when he moved away, you were both absolutely distraught.
You remember the day he left clearer than crystal. You remember hugging him tightly, both of you crying louder than ever before. You remember waving goodbye as he left, and turning to run away as soon as he disappeared into the horizon. You vowed to yourself that you would meet him again.
And you did. You stepped onto the land of Inazuma, taking in the new scenery. Taking in the place that Thoma now called 'home'. Deep down inside, you believed that he still brought Mondstadt with him wherever he went. Before you went out to go find him, you wandered around the region, looking at stores and buying whatever caught your eye. As you were roaming, you spotted a familiar figure blended in with the crowds. For a moment, you weren't sure if it was the person you were searching for, but as you moved in closer, you confirmed it.
You tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around. His eyes widened at the sight of you, sparkling exactly the way they did when he was younger. His mouth stretched into a wide grin, and he wrapped his arms around you, tighter than the day he had left. You took in his appearance, overwhelmed with the memories of the past. He was taller than you were, and his features were more defined and matured. He no longer looked like the silly troublemaker of Mondstadt that you befriended all those years ago, yet he still bore the demeanour of his past, with his playful grin and shimmer in his eye.
As he looked at you, all the memories of his childhood came flooding back to him. Swinging and climbing on trees, teasing the neighbours, attempting to climb the Anemo Archon statue; and sitting on the edge of Starsnatch Cliff, watching as the sun would disappear behind the mountains. But, most of all, the way butterflies would flutter in his stomach whenever he caught sight of you.
Seeing you here again, right in front of him, he felt himself falling in love all over again.
✰ ; venti
Being the Anemo Archon, Venti swore himself away from romantic love. He had a region to govern and protect, and that was his priority. Even if he did fall in love, he knew it would end in sorrow. Unless, of course, he met someone immortal that could sweep him off his feet. Though, he knew the chances of that happening were nearly impossible.
The two of you had known each other for a while, having met at the Angel's Share tavern. Your meeting with him was one that you could never forget. You were sitting by yourself, when all of a sudden he had joined you by your side and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and said, "Whatever you do, do not talk to the tomato-headed guy at the counter," and he pointed to Diluc, the owner of Dawn Winery. Diluc instantly became chasing him around the tavern, demanding that he leaves, and for some reason, Venti grabbed you by the wrist and took you out of the tavern with him, laughing maniacally.
Venti had never been uncomfortable around you before. You were one of the few people that knew he was the Anemo Archon — he could trust you with anything. Yet, recently, he found that his palms would become sweaty at the sight of you, and all words would escape his lips. Usually, he almost always had something to say. However, you managed to dumb him down to a silent bard.
Of course, he knew what the feeling that was bubbling inside of him was. He had been alive for thousands, and thousands of years. He was no stranger to seeing romance blossom all around him. Although he knew exactly what it was that he felt for you, he didn't want to admit it, not aloud anyway. He was content with watching you, and admiring you from afar, even if you were standing right next to him.
One evening, you accompanied Venti to Angel's Share, however you didn't plan on drinking anything. After drinking quite a lot, Venti rested his head against the table, staring at you with dazed eyes. "Y'know..." he began to say, hiccuping between words, "I love you, [Y/N]."
You laughed. He was drunk, so of course he had to be lying. But, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.
tags: sfw / suggestive, some female leaning pet-names (princess, etc.), mentions of blood and injury (mild), mentions of alcohol and being tipsy.
author’s note: first time attempting to write for some of the girls! i hope you guys enjoy! these are just some short headcanons, the idea came to me and i thought i’d give it a try. thank you @bunny-rambles for suggesting beidou and for being the first one to read these! <3 tagging @alatusprinz as well, since many of your favorites are featured here, akina, and you wanted to read it 💞
KAZUHA.
when he recites poems to you.
his voice is gentle and melodic, akin to a honeyed early autumn breeze. his bandaged hand finds yours, holding it delicately, his thumb tracing patterns over the back of it.
to kazuha, you are beyond ethereal, his muse, his love, who inspires the majority of his poetry. silvery lashes fluter closed when his lips brush against the back of your hand. you’re frozen in place, gaze wide, cheeks rivaling the warmth of the setting sun.
“i adore you, my dove.” kazuha utters, millimeters away from your parted lips, before leaning in, stealing the breath caught in the back of your throat, held there since he started his ministrations, his verses enchanting you as much as his presence and loving gestures.
and when his kisses move from the corner of your lips to your jawline and your neck? kazuha is aware of the effect he has on you, how you tense up at first, to let out pleasured sighs afterwards, your hands tugging slightly at the platinum roots of his long silky hair.
XIAO.
when he scolds you for being reckless / not taking proper care of yourself.
you know your yaksha vowed to protect you, and truth be told, you always tried your best to be extra careful when going out on missions. sometimes, though, injuries and bruises can’t be avoided.
“why didn’t you call my name?” xiao asks you, his tone harsher than he intended. his own scarred hands keep at work bandaging the gash on your arm.
“i didn’t want to bother, xiao.” you point out, nonchalantly. crossing your legs over the bed you’re sat at, head resting on the wall behind you, you add: “it wasn’t that much of a tough fight, and i know you have other, more important, matters to attend to.”
the slam on the wall right beside your head is something you had not expected.
“more important? do you honestly think i could have anything more important to attend to than your safety?” xiao’s golden eyes are intense, almost glowing, brow furrowed in-between concern and frustration, his tattooed arm caging you between him and the wall.
and as you shake your head and stutter a “n-no?” all you can think about is the way the adeptus’ lean muscles are tensed up and how close he is to you right now.
SCARAMOUCHE.
when he asks you to give him your hand.
you swear the wanderer has put a spell on you. his eyes, an all too hypnotic shade of intense violet; his voice, softening when he addresses you. scaramouche extends his hand to you, slender fingers slightly folded when he asks you to take it.
for an instant, you find yourself lost in thought, as if in a trance by the wondrous man that he is. the warm breeze of sumeru’s night ruffles his locks of midnight hair. his free hand comes up to catch the brim of his hat, the veins and tendons prominent when he flexes his fingers.
“well? what are you exactly waiting for?” scaramouche chuckles, an amused and proud glint flitting across his eyes of iris petals. you start, pulled out of your little reverie by his baritone.
you inhale, breath hitching under the wanderer’s inscrutable yet softened gaze. you take his hand. he squeezes it, firmly but gently. together, you take off into the night.
ALBEDO.
when he asks you to model for him.
it’s the nonchalance in his tone and his calm visage that cause your cheeks to warm up. it’s the way he carries himself, elegant, regal, the picture perfect image of a golden prince.
“my love,” the alchemist, now in the role of a painter, begins. “would you do me the honor of being my model?” albedo inquires, thumb tracing your lower lip.
you swallow, the icy air of dragonspine not enough to cool down the heat rising to your face. albedo’s teal eyes regard you, curious, attentive, as if trying to commit to memory every detail, every eyelash and line of your face.
you nod, not trusting your words to not tremble. and when your lover pulls down your sweater, baring your shoulders, the gentlest of kisses landing there, and tells you to keep still, that he will begin to paint you, your heartbeat is loud on your ears.
TIGHNARI.
when he gets sassy, especially when his intention is to tease you, just a little.
your boyfriend is very pretty, undeniably so, his hazel turquoise eyes focused on his task; dark silky hair gently swaying in the rainforest’s soft breeze; his long ears twitching every now and then, velvety tail following suit, swishing from side to side.
there are moments like this, in which you get completely entranced and captured by tighnari’s beauty, by him, your gaze unapologetically focused on his form, and unaware that, you are, in fact, staring.
“love, your eyes are going to get dry if you don’t blink.” tighnari’s voice pulls you out of your daze, your gaze even more wide, if that was possible, at your boyfriend’s teasing tone.
you start, scrambling for words that would die in your throat.
“i- uh… i…” you can feel your heart rate increasing, tighnari’s amused grin making it impossible for your thoughts to clear.
he chuckles, then:
“it’s okay, darling.” tighnari’s lips brush against the corner of yours, you can feel his smile. “i know just the way to make you close your eyes.” he whispers, before leaning in to properly kiss you on the lips.
CYNO.
when he tells you he’ll keep you safe.
cyno is aware you can hold your own in a fight and emerge as the victor. but his instincts and protective nature always urge him to keep you safe and guarded.
the way cyno’s hand wraps softly but firmly around your wrist should be familiar by now and yet, this simple action of his always manages to cause for your breath to hitch.
perhaps it is because it comes with no previous warning; maybe it’s the way his voice drops an octave when he gets close to you and assures you: “you’ll be safe with me.”; and of course, it could also be the caress of his hair on your skin when he leans close to whisper reassuring words, and the intensity of his scarlet gaze.
more than once, he has wondered if you were feeling alright, if there was some danger that he had not sensed yet. it’s endearing, you think, how your boyfriend has no idea of the effect he has on you.
HEIZOU.
when he uses pet names, his green eyes crinkling up with every smile.
the young detective knows very well the effect his compliments and lingering touches have on you. not one to be shy or bashful, heizou uses his flirtatious ways to make your heart skip some beats.
sometimes, he takes you completely by surprise, his arms wrapping around you from behind when you’re preparing breakfast. for a few seconds, he just stays there, the sweetness of your scent making him feel as if his nightly dreams haven’t ended yet. then, out of nowhere, he leans close to your ear, messy strands of his maroon hair tickling you when he whispers:
“good morning, my princess. you look beautiful as ever.”
the pan and spatula you were holding almost clutter to the counter, at the same time an electrifying sensation runs all the way down your spine.
when heizou chuckles, however, nuzzling further into your shoulder, you can help but smile and regard him fondly. what a charmer he can be, but he is your charmer, and that makes you happy, he makes you happy.
AYAKA.
when she is in battle, assisting or protecting you.
the shirasagi himegimi cuts through the battlefield in a rapid dance of frost and steel. her movements are precise, elegant and effective, cutting down opponent after opponent with her blade.
her clear sky gaze is serious, focused, not leaving any room for hesitation, as if she was able to predict every movement from the enemy.
perhaps it is ayaka’s enchanting presence that makes you lose focus, your own weapon knocked out of your grasp before you realize exactly how and when it happened.
“you’re finished!” the kairagi spats, only for the blow to never come.
a clash of metal, then, your girlfriend’s voice, uncharacteristically cold, as the snow and frost she commands.
“i don’t think so!” she announces, knocking the enemy unconscious with a masterful flick of her katana, a rain of frosted sakura petals in her wake.
MONA.
when she teaches you astrology and hydromancy.
mona was always passionate about her craft, that was a known fact to the people of mondstadt, including you. what you had never expected when you first met the mighty astrologist, was that she would end up teaching you some techniques.
mona sits crossed legged across from you, a huge leather-bound book with shiny dark blue covers and golden lettering embossed on them in her hands. her dark bangs fall over her clear teal eyes, flitting from one side of the page to the other. meanwhile, you are trying to learn how to draw star and natal charts. the process is clearly not as easy as your lover makes it seem, multiple calculations and accurate line-art required.
unaware, you let out a huff of frustration, which catches the attention of your partner.
“alright, let me see what you’ve got.” she tells you, a hand on her hip, the other glossing over your papers. “not bad at all.” she muses. “let me see… here.” she says, taking ahold of your hand and guiding your pencil in the right direction. “try like this instead. it will be easier!”
you’re not sure your now distracted and flustered state is going to make the task at hand any less complicated, but for mona, you’ll try. after all, the spark in her eyes, and the excitement she tries to downplay are a cute sight on her.
BEIDOU.
when she’s tipsy and gets more physically affectionate with you in public.
party nights at the alcor were not something uncommon, what with everyone in the crew and the captain’s good mood and love for tasty meals and quality drink, the atmosphere was usually quite suitable for celebration.
the issue, sometimes, was that captain beidou definitely had a high alcohol tolerance, while some of the crew members did not, which resulted in a very drunk and very diverse bunch at the end of the night.
as much as beidou can hold her alcohol, though, it was oftentimes that she drank enough to be tipsy, which resulted in the affections you two kept in her private cabin to be somewhat exposed (to the few members of the crux that weren’t completely inebriated, anyway).
“babe, come here.” beidou smiles, widely, wrapping her strong arms around your middle. it catches you off guard, the way she rests her chin on your shoulder and tightens his hold a little tighter around you so in public.
and perhaps it’s everyone’s chatter and laughter, or the marine breeze lit by the moon, or the knowing look a certain ronin gives you, smiling and walking away to give you and beidou more privacy, but, even though you can’t help being a little shy, you suppose it’s okay to indulge too.
SHENHE.
when she picks you up in her arms.
no matter if it’s exhaustion or a sprained ankle, your girlfriend really doesn’t hesitate to hoist you up and carry you in her arms. gradually, you’re getting used to it, and you have to admit it feels nice, to rest in her plump chest, her heartbeat a relaxing constant as you cross through liyue’s landscapes.
however, the first few times it always took you completely off-guard. you are not sure if it was shenhe’s calm expression or the ease with which she picked you up, as if you weighted nothing, but you remember how you mentioned you were tired once, and next thing you knew you were being carried around.
thinking back on it, it was kind of cute, how shenhe didn’t really understand why you got so shy. you ended up chuckling, pecking her lips softly, a “thank you, dearest.” leaving your lips as you hugged her close under jueyun karst’s moonlight.
what you don’t quite know, however, is that that simple action of yours caused for color to raise to your beloved’s cheeks.
YAE MIKO.
when she wipes traces of food from the corners of your lips.
delicate petals in various shades of soft pink and rose flutter in the early spring breeze at narukami shrine. the sky is clear and cloudless, the last remnants of winter’s snow having melted away weeks ago.
you and lady yae, the guuji of narukami shrine and also your lover, find yourselves enjoying some dango milk, the new sweet drink that’s become so popular in inazuma lately.
yae miko is telling you stories about her past, being a youkai having lived for hundreds of years, her tales are always fantastical and full of magic. her hair, matching the cherry blossoms above, sways delicately with every one of her movements. you can’t help but be in awe at the elegance and presence she carries herself with.
“wait a second, my little one.” she says, inching closer to you, violet eyes focused on your lips. using the back of her index finger, she traces your cupid’s bow, cleaning up the pink sugary residue of the beverage. “there.” she nods, her hand still not separating from your face, which you are sure your lover has realized how hot it has become at her touch.
a cold boy when you met him. you admired him from afar but never had the guts to go up to him, he was really intimidating. won’t admit he’s a softie.
so instead of confessing to him you let the crush hover over slowly loosing feelings. until, he randomly asked you out one day.
“would you like to see the new movie with me?”
you felt the feelings begin to resurface and after the first you went on your second and to the third where he asked if he could be your boyfriend. despite being your boyfriend he was still a bit nervous about things given he’s so awkward.
but after a while he loosened up and became a different person. so loud!loudest introvert ever.
won’t admit it either but you brought out a side he’s never seen before, a loving side. on the other hand he could be the worst person to get in an argument with. will never back down from a fight even if he is blatantly wrong.
he’s not the best with feelings and just shouts what he feels at the moment only to pick up the mess later on — that mess being you. will apologize profusely, starts tearing up and just lets it all go when you start crying yourself.
literally so cocky. if you give him a compliment he’ll boast about it for weeks! even months. starts cooking more because you said he looks good in your apron.
“yn said i look good in aprons.”
“i said that a month ago.”
again, the most argumentative person ever. so if someone does you wrong or tries to flirt with you he’d be all up in their faces or stares them down until they feel uncomfortable. he’ll simply smile at you as if he didn’t do anything.
you know he’s jealous when he crosses his arms or pokes his cheek with his tongue and scoffs. stay at home dates > going out. love language would be quality time since he isn’t the best with words.
“you’re doing so well.” would say while patting your head with a smile.
get’s all affectionate when he’s sleepy. lays down on you and just unravels all the things he loves about you or the way you make him feel.
“i love the way you make me feel butterflies.”
always asks you if he’s doing something right — something he’s never done before. your fanboy / srs. holds your hands under tables, takes you away to spend time with you, jaw kisses.
you’re his other half. does your hair like 24/7. will forever love you.
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“You comfy?” Jungwon asked as you hugged his side, nuzzling your face in his neck. You nodded as you inhaled his scent, the familiarity making you feel more warmth than the blankets over your bodies. “Thanks for letting me stay over,” you mumble.
Earlier you'd gone to your boyfriend's place to do some homework, but you hadn't anticipated the thunderstorm. Concerned about the flooded streets, your parents sent you a text advising that it would be safer for you to stay with Jungwon for the night. You two had cuddled multiple times before, but you'd never actually spent the night at each other's places. So, needless to say, your boyfriend was being all nervous because he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible.
He'd lent you some sweatpants and a hoodie for you to sleep in instead of your clothes, and he could've sworn he fell more in love with you by seeing you engulfed in his clothing.
You two had decided to watch a movie since it was still relatively early, bringing you closer to him a few minutes into the film. You could hear his heartbeat as you rested your head on his chest, the soft thumping bringing you peace. His hands gently playing with your hair and him occasionally leaning down to leave a kiss on the top of your head was something you loved.
You looked up to see him facing the screen. Silently, you scanned his features, from his fluffy hair down to his rosy lips. Bringing up a hand to brush his bangs away from his eyes, you smiled in thought, “Sunghoon’s right, you really do look like a cat.”
“He told you that?!” Jungwon groaned, embarrassed. You laughed at his reaction, running your hands through his hair to reassure him that it wasn't a bad thing. “Why are you embarrassed? Cats are cute!”
Letting out a whine, he buried his face into your neck, hiding the blush on his face from you indirectly calling him cute. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer and letting him rest his head on your chest. Now more confident, Jungwon hugged your waist, feeling comfortable in your embrace.
Usually, he'd be the one cuddling you, but for once he didn’t fight it and let himself be cuddled instead. He liked the warmth you provided, the smell of your body wash- inhaling the scent and closing his eyes, he allowed himself to relax. You felt like home to him.
“You should spend the night more often,” he mumbled tiredly, “I want to stay like this forever.” Now it was your turn to lean down and give the top of his head a kiss, noticing how he hugged you tighter as he made himself comfortable. “Me too,” you ran your hands through his hair.
Jungwon let out a yawn, but kept fighting himself about sleeping. “You can sleep Wonnie; I’ll still be here when you wake up.” He looked up at you and lifted his pinkie in front of you, “Promise?” Chuckling at his childish act, you connected your pinkie with his, “I promise. Now go to sleep, I know you’re tired.”
You lulled him to sleep by playing with his hair and occasionally rubbing his back softly. “Won?” you whispered when he felt heavier on you, “Jungwon? Did you fall asleep?” The little snores that escaped his lips were enough to answer your question. Biting back a smile, you adjusted the covers on both of you, making sure you were equally covered.
You pressed a kiss onto his cheek, feeling sleepy yourself before whispering, "Good night, love."
໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა .*・。゚⌒ how the genshin men fall in love with you!
alhaitham, tartaglia, xiao, zhongli x f!reader / fluff
alhaitham falls in love with you like a seed sprouting from the soil. welcomed into a world of foreign feelings, he initially doesn’t take notice of his roots curling deeper in the earth at all the childish optimism you spew— genesis. they coil tighter around his heart with each coffee you leave on his office desk, his stem grows taller with every heartfelt note you leave under the cup, and now he takes notice— embrace. he feels the cascades of your falls, and he learns to dance with your trees; he yearns for your touch, your gaze, your warmth just as a sunflower yearns for the sun. his eyes meet yours, you kiss him, he blossoms into something far more beautiful than he can ever imagine, you gift him with the life of love— nurture.
tartaglia falls in love with you like the highest of tides. and if he is the tide then you are the full moon. his love is loud as he gets drawn in and billows out over the sand, waves crashing in time with the near-painful thumping of his heart at your fingers that clean the blood from his wounds and the tears that dew on your lashes. i would rather break the world than lose you, ajax. he is consumed by your magnetism— his visceral waters pushing and pulling forevermore as he bends to your will— and he can all but smile as he sweeps a thumb over your cheek. it's a silent apology, a silent promise against your lips when you kiss him and taste the salt of the sea on his tongue. he'd be damned if he's the reason you ever shed a tear again.
xiao falls in love with you like the last leaf of autumn. every fleeting touch, every laugh, every flower you tuck behind his ear is another gust of wind that threatens to pluck him free from the branch. but, he cannot fall, he cannot reach the ground— he will not allow it. as if in retribution, he resists; hides the red tainting his face when you kiss his cheek in thanks and forces a frown upon his lips when you bring him almond tofu. but nature does not stop for those afraid to love, and winter arrives, and you are there to melt the ice caging his heart. and when he comes crashing down into you, clutching onto your hands in fear and desperation, he finally lets you envelop him in the open arms of your love. a final push from the wind and he flutters freely to the ground.
zhongli falls in love with you like an opal in the bedrock. it remains pristine and untouched between all the mineral that’s formed over the millennia he’s roamed the earth as a god, the few years he’s walked the streets of liyue as a fledgling of a human. gone are the days where his heart once belonged to another, but then he meets you— and you begin to chip away at the stone with a pickaxe. it's in the tugs of his sleeve, the arduous twinkle in your eyes when you look his way, the trinkets you place in his palm with an earnest smile— zhongli, this reminded me of you— when he realizes you've mined your way into his heart, cradling the opal close to your chest. he looks inside and sees his future; you, as his sun and moon and all his stars.
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