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How Genshin Men Subtly Show Their Affection Towards You

Characters: Tighnari, Childe, Cyno, Scaramouche, Al-haitham

[Fluff, Gn!Reader, no TW’s]

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Tighnari ————

He’s a very busy man, so the time you two spend together is much less of the average couple. That doesn’t mean you get less affection though…

Whenever he locks eyes with you he gives you the sweetest smile as his tail wags gently. The little sparkles that light up in his eyes whenever someone brings you up never fails to melt your heart.

He’d leave you an assortment of flowers he’s found in the forest with various letters detailing his love for you. Sometimes he’d give you a rare gem if he stumbles across it in the wilderness with a little doodle.

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Childe ————

Like Tighnari, he’d be gone a lot on missions that would last a few days to weeks, sometimes a month or two. That won’t stop Childe from giving you love though.

He would also give you surprise presents and letters whenever he’s out on missions. However, his presents would be more extravagant. He’d be giving you jewelry, plushies, and various items from various lands. With the gifts would be letters detailing his adventures with a few photos included.

He would also leave you a bit of mora occasionally, just in case you need it. Hell there was even a time where we just gave you a santa bag full of mora. You were…. shocked….

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Cyno ————

Once again, busy busy man. Unlike the two however, he’d definitely be home more often. Whenever he passes you on the streets he would pat your shoulders and give you a little smile.

Whenever he does come home he’d always make dinner, no matter how much you insist- he would always make your favorite dishes too- just to make you smile.

Whenever you’re struggling with something; let it be your job, friends, or those stupid little thoughts; he’ll always be there. He will always be there to help and he will drop everything to come to your aid if you ever needed it.

(as a bonus he’d probably hire a few soldiers to keep an eye on you to make sure you’re safe)

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Scaramouche ————

You’d pretty much always be with him considering the fact you two would be traveling together, so giving you affection would be easy right..? welll, it’s Scaramouche. Nothing is quite that easy when this man gets involved.

Whenever you hug him or give him unwarranted kisses, he’d complain and groan, but never push you away. Sometimes whenever you two are in a busy city he’d “accidentally” bump hands with you constantly until you grab his. Then he’d complain and complain, but you both know he wanted this.

Whenever he sees you eye something at shops, he would sneak back to buy it before sneaking it in with the rest of your stuff. When you ask how it got there he’d just roll his eyes and call you stupid. I mean- how could you NOT remember buying that? Idiot…

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Al-Haitham ————

This guy reads like no other, and he doesn’t like being disturbed either. And it always seems like when he isn’t reading he’s busy doing Akademiya stuff. However it’d be stupid of you to assume he gives you no affection.

He would read and research a lot about your interest in private, and he’d always be sure to mention it in your conversations just to see your eyes light up. He can’t help it, your expressions are just so adorable when you’re happy. Wait- what do you mean he’s blUshIng?? You don’t know what you’re talking about-

You obviously wouldn’t notice this, but the amount of times he’s kept you from harm is astonishing. Wether it’s beating the shit out of shady fellas, or scaring off dangerous animals and shrooms, he’s ALWAYS keeping you as safe as possible.

how they act in a haunted house

including: childe, zhongli, scaramouche, al haitham, thoma, xiao, and kaeya.

warnings: gender neutral reader, mentions of some scary stuff, fluff.

notes: happy almost halloween!

childe. 

oh, childe is just so confident he won’t get scared. 

he strolled through the entrance without so much as a frown while you trailed behind him, still wondering if this experience would be worth it, given you both had to sign a waver. but that didn’t seem to bother childe; in fact, he looked completely at ease as you walked down a shadowed hallway, the only light source a flickering light bulb. 

yes, childe was the poster child of “unbothered”—until the first actor came running down the hallway, chainsaw in hand and a slightly too realistic mask on his face. 

that was the end of childe’s bravado, and you, as you correctly predicted, ended up having the be the one to get you two out of there. childe clutched your arm the entire way

zhongli. 

zhongli is bored. 

he’s seen a lot of unpleasantness in his lifetime. and this? twenty dollar entry haunted house, filled with underpaid actors in poorly made costumes? it didn’t even come close to scaring him. 

and that would have been fine, really. you were the one who wanted to go and have a scare; zhongli was just tagging along. but the moment you arrived at the attraction, he just kept going on and on about this thing’s obviously fake, this actor’s mask isn’t on right, this jumpscare’s strings are above. 

when an actor in what you thought to be a pretty horrifying clown costume jumped out at you, zhongli only pointed out how unrealistic it was.

you didn’t make it throughout the entire house. not because of fear, but mostly because you couldn’t stand another lecture on how fake everything looked. 

scaramouche. 

the haunted house you picked out was scary, but scaramouche was… scarier. 

when an actor covered in fake-blood came running at you two, they just kind of stopped when they saw scaramouche’s glower. and then they were turning around and running away; scaramouche had scared them. with just his bad temper and annoyance with nearly everyone except for you, scaramouche was more terrifying than literal killer clowns and chainsaw-wielding murders. 

so there you two were: simply walking through the admittedly-scarily decorated attraction. no actors dared try and jumpscare you and scaramouche, lest they wanted to face his wrath. 

when you got out, you asked if he would consider working at a haunted house. he turned his menacing stare on you, and you understood why the actors didn’t bother you throughout the experience. 

he truly was the most terrifying thing in that house. 

al haitham. 

he, like zhongli, is very undisturbed by the whole ordeal. but unlike the former, al haitham doesn’t say this out loud. 

no, he played his cards right. you were there, shaking after being chased by yet another clown while he looked completely unbothered. but oh, he lent you his arm, promised you get you of there unscathed, nothing would hurt you while he was there. 

al haitham was the picture perfect hero, leading you out of the house while internally scoffing at the cheap costumes and even cheaper jumpscares and tricks. he almost laughed out loud when you reached a banquet table with someone’s head in the middle, but stopped himself when he saw how wide your eyes were. 

when you were both out, you swore you would never go back. but al haitham thought to convince you to try again; he liked being the shining hero, at least for one night. 

thoma. 

thoma is actually lowkey terrified. 

he tries to play it cool, he really does, but you didn’t miss his shaking hand when you had to sign that waver.

you asked him if he was sure he wanted to do this, and he was, so you went inside and…

you didn’t make it all the way through. not you, not thoma. you were both shaking and clutching each other equally tight after an actor chased you down a dark hallway, into the path of a particular gory jumpscare. you could have sworn thoma almost fainted. 

and that was that. you turned and, admittedly, ran back through the entrance, to the car, and away from that abomination of an attraction. 

xiao. 

xiao does not want to go in. 

not because he’s scared. at least, that’s what he told you. xiao would wait for you while you went in and had a fright, and you with some reluctance, agreed. 

but after thirty minutes of you going in and not coming out, he starts to get restless. worried, even, as the group that went in after you came out before you.

xiao tried to convince himself it was fine, you were just taking your time, or whatever. but then another ten minutes went by and, now actually worried, decided it was time to go and find you. 

he told himself this was all fake, the actors weren’t real, this was—

something tackled him from behind and he quite literally screamed. he turned and saw—

you. grinning. ear to ear. 

no, the haunted house didn’t scare him (at least, not really), but you certainly had. 

kaeya. 

please. please. 

kaeya is what childe tried to be. he’s actually confident as he marches into the house, laughing at the poor actor’s sweaty makeup, the obviously fake chainsaws and knifes. 

basically walks right and in and out with you dragged behind him. he doesn’t even pause for you two to look at the more gruesome displays or creepy portraits on display. kaeya literally speedruns the haunted house. 

the only time when kaeya’s bravado falters is at the end, when he realizes that you both paid twenty dollars for that. 

you were out in ten minutes. he realizes you two just spent four dollars a minute on that, and maybe regrets going through it that fast. 

bonus: scaramouche wasn’t even purposely glaring at anyone. he just has an intense resting bitch face.

nothing less.

(kazuha x asexual!reader)

warnings: hints of nsfw, mainly fluff, pet names, reader is hinted at being on the ace spectrum, overall just very cute

the embrace was familiar.

the hands that ghosted over your waist did little to nothing to quench the uneasy feeling in your stomach, nor did it help you hide the frown on your features.

the silence in the air was almost suffocating, and the tension felt as if it was thickening with every second that passed between you and your lover.

his hands trailed up to your face, caressing your cheek with his calloused palm; a small reminder of the battles he has fought, sword in hand.

a small yet comforting smile adorned his face as you both locked eyes, his tender touch causing a pleasant shiver down your spine.

“my muse,”

his thumb wiped away a stray tear, before moving to put your hair behind your ear. “if you’re feeling uncomfortable, there is no rush to carry on.”

his tone sounded even softer than what it was usually; the solemn expression he wore silently telling you it was okay.

fitting, really, considering how vulnerable you both were in this moment.

you expected nothing less from the wandering samurai.

“i…” breaking eye contact, you felt guilt seep into your burning skin. “i don’t want to leave you unsatisfied, kazuha.”

he chuckled at that, closing his eyes. “i’m satisfied, dove. your very presence is enough for me, i wouldn’t ask for more.”

he looked beautiful like this, you thought. the moonlight leaking in from the window lit up his features; he was nothing short of divine.

so why was this so hard? denying him? any other person would jump for the opportunity, which begs the question: why haven’t you?

“i love you, so, so much.” a deep breath. “i just have no desire to… do this… i’m sorry.” your voice had turned into a whisper by the end, you were finding it hard to say anything else.

“and… i love you more than anything, no matter what. so why feel guilty?” he pressed his forehead to yours, your noses bumping ever so slightly. “your lack of sexual desire won’t stop me from loving you, my muse.”

a weight was lifted off your shoulders as he said that.

sighing softly, you cuddled into him, your head on his chest as his fingers smoothed over your hair.

“never change, y/n.” he cooed, similar to a bird singing into the night sky.

“i wouldn’t have you any other way.”

asking genshin boys "what are we?"

characters : tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche

genre : fluff

scenario : reader asks them "what are we?" when they had automatically assumed you were aware of their feelings towards you

trigger warning : none except everyone here being short, i hope

tighnari

before you even asked the question, tighnari had a bad suspicious feeling about you today

he lightly sighed while looking over some of his leftover paperwork

even during his "office hours", he couldn't help but notice the "sneaky" glances and pretty much everything he's ever known about nervous body language from you

"you ask the most intriguing questions whenever you're fidgeting like that. tell me, what is it?" he couldn't help the sarcastic tone even if he tried

but his half-joking tone helped you relax, tighnari seemed to have talent at naturally calming you down

okay, here goes nothing.

"what are we, tighnari?" you finally managed to ask him

he answered with absolutely no hesitation immediately

"you? a human if my memory serves. as for me, i happen to be a fennec fox hybrid."

"... tighnari..."

stops writing at your tone- that didn't sound like you were joking

you were being serious? no way...

tighnari looked straight into your eyes, expression conflicted

he furrowed his brows and kept eye contact to see if you were pranking him or something

"...you're joking right?" he asked, half hopeful that he wasn't the one jumping into conclusions here

"...no"

he looked speechless, but then he let out a sigh

"enlighten me on what exactly makes you confused on what our relationship is?" he was sure he made it crystal clear

"we... i don't know, i can't tell. that's why i'm asking you" disbelief was written all over his face at your answer

"i held your hand."

"you did."

"i hugged you before."

"yes?"

"...i gave you flowers i grew myself on numerous occasions."

"yes, i'm keeping them as a bookmark like you suggested."

tighnari's scowl deepened, trying his hardest not to look lowkey offended that you were still confused after all that

how could you even not know, everyone knew from the forest rangers crew so why didn't you?

never mind, you clearly needed confirmation

"... i believe i have romantic feelings for you and just until now i was under the impression that you were aware." your eyes widened at tighnari's blunt words

you noticed the pink flush in his cheeks when he finally had to admit

"geez, want me spell it out for you? need a contract or something?" despite his complaint, tighnari felt content with the way your expression showed clear signs of happiness

how could you not fall even deeper for him, when he looked that adorable with rosy cheeks and slightly downturned ears?

approaches you from his desk and sits next to you

places his hand on yours, lightly squeezing them

"well, how about you then? what am i to you?"

cyno ( general mahamatra )

cyno's face remains emotionless most of the times, everyone who ever met him would agree in a heartbeat

he also had this habit of keeping very, very unwavering eye contact on whoever he was talking to

you've heard many of his subordinates mention how scary and intimidating it was to face his stone-cold stare

and to your absolute horror, he looked the same as ever when you nervously asked something that's been on your mind for days and weeks now

"what are we, cyno?"

"..." almost as if frozen, cyno stayed silent and merely stared at you like he did every day

oh no, this was definitely not the reaction you were ready for

his gaze seemed a bit too heavy on you, especially with how his scarlet eyes were emphasized by the comforting darkness of midnight surrounding you

"i mean- what i meant was-" before you could finish your sentence, he blurted out, loud and clear

"are we not already dating?"

a painful silence followed

it was your turn to freeze now

already dating...? but...

"no?" you blurted out before you could control it

your heart dropped at cyno's normally stoic face clearly flashed signs of sadness

"wait no i mean- but you didn't... ask me out" you barely managed to ask

cyno blinked once, then twice

then finally for the first time, you saw the general mahamatra ever avoid your gaze and cough in a bashful manner

he awkwardly scratched his neck and looked away from you

were you imagining things, or does he look... super nervous right now?

your eyes nearly fell out of your socket, he looks so adorable...??

"i... thought you already knew, i apologize."

finally after a while, cyno fixated his gaze on you again and regained his posture

"i like you, (name). i'd like to date you... if you share my feelings."

god, he really is the prettiest boy, isn't he?

kaedehara kazuha

the moment you mentioned that you wanted to talk, kazuha gently holds your hand and stares lovingly with a soft smile on his face

"of course, love."

it wouldn't matter where he was or what he was doing, he'd always make time for you. always.

when he led you to a place where you could have privacy, your heart fluttered at how his hand never left yours

when you two were alone, kazuha turned at you

nods and looks at you with the most adorable look in his eyes

"yes, what is it, love?"

he didn't look... like this with others right?

"kazuha... what are... we?" you finally gained the courage to ask him

not surprised in the slightest at the question and finally connecting the dots as to why you looked so nervous

smiles and looks at you like you brought the moon to him

and to him, you did.

you brought the entire galaxy, staining, painting his world with the most beautiful of all colors he could've never imagined

which is why he feels slightly guilty that he's left you in the dark about his feelings

"what was my nickname for you, i wonder?" he smiled adorably

"...love?"

"yes, dear?"

you felt your cheeks flush at the unexpected answer, kazuha's soft giggle making your heart skip a beat

"i'm sorry for leaving it unclear." kazuha laces his fingers with yours

you stared into his eyes, unable to control the slight flush in your cheeks

kazuha couldn't stop smiling, just how beautiful and lovable were you? <3

with a soft giggle, kazuha placed a fleeting kiss on your hand

then another one on your forehead

"i'm yours as you are mine, love. if you'll have me."

scaramouche ( kunikuzushi )

"kuni... what exactly are we?"

"huh?"

he was sure he misheard that

he must have misheard that, right? tell him he's right and it was just a prank

outright glares at you when you stay quiet, looking at him all expectedly like you wanted an answer

god, stop looking at him like that... you look too cute it makes him feel all weird and warm inside, stop it-

of course you wanted an answer, everything with scara confused you the more you spent time with him

you were positive friends didn't act like... this

... but he also never confessed or anything of the sort

"you're telling me you're..."

realizes that you're serious, his face flushing in embarrassment and frustration

"god, how dense are you?" he sounded so disappointed, the tone of his voice irked you

"hey, you can't blame me for wanting disclosure, it's confusing!"

"how don't you know? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"what am i supposed to know? you don't need to act all weird and just answer like a normal person would- ouch!! what was that for?"

flicks your forehead damn hard

then, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him

you lost balance at his unexpected actions and stumbled into his chest

one arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in closer to his slender body

you could barely breathe, you confusedly directed your gaze at him

but before you could say anything, scaramouche laced his fingers to yours, holding your hand a little too intimately than you expected

all words died in your throat

smirks at your reaction, holding your hand tightly now

"do you hold other guys' hands like this?"

"what- no!"

"hmm, i wonder why." you could almost hear the smirk from his voice

again, you opened your mouth to say something but was silenced for the second time

"then do you do this with other guys?" his husky voice whispered

grabs the back of your head with his free hand, then leans in

before you knew it, his lips were on yours

it was as though time itself has stopped that moment

you finally eased into his kiss, squeezing his hand back

scaramouche stared at you after pulling away

then smirked way too arrogantly than you'd have liked to see

...like he was proud of himself

deeply satisfied with how baffled and shy you looked, it was even better for him when you turned your gaze away to avoid his violet ones

he grabbed your chin and made you look at him, letting out a low laugh full of satisfaction

"figure out "what we are" yourself now, would you, darling?"

rules of rationality.

summary: You’re one of the few people Alhaitham trusts to take care of him when he’s injured.

notes: 1.5k words, fic, mentions of injuries + blood, slight suggestive content

He always comes to you when he’s injured. 

Alhaitham never explains why, and you know better than to ask. He simply shows up at your door, methodically reciting his list of potential injuries, as you guide him to the couch and press gauze and disinfectant on his wounds. 

There could be any number of reasons that he’s been hurt, though you had joked that you didn’t think being the Akademiya’s Scribe was such a dangerous job when you first met him. Now, you think that it’s less of his job that’s the cause of all his little altercations, and more of a symptom of his personality. 

“You might need stitches,” you say. “I recommend going to a doctor.”

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genshin men as wedding dates (3)

It’s wedding season and you’ve got a large one coming up. But it’s not just any wedding, it’s a family wedding meaning…extended relatives. Are you going to brave the night out on your own or are you rsvping with a plus one?

Featuring— Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh, Dainsleif, Dottore

gn!reader, modern au, mentions of alcohol, mostly platonic but implied romantic feelings

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (here)

AL HAITHAM

there has to be some sort of trade-off; his time is precious so there's got to be something in it for him. luckily for you, who's one of the few people he considers a close friend, it's just some random errand he doesn't want to run

he’s a mediocre date; follows your lead and is just kind of a wallflower honestly. will make polite conversation but only if someone talks to him first

drinks just enough to loosen up but not enough to get sloppy, and definitely still sober enough to read the book he brought. you leave him be, but you’re still going to go have a good time at this reception

yikes someone from the groom's guest list comes sidling up, hoping to shoot their shot with the handsome stranger sitting alone. of course he gets annoyed; not only was this person disrupting him but wasn’t it obvious he came with you?

wait where are you

he finds you on the dance floor with… someone else??… which is fair since he's here as a friend, but he strides up to you anyway and does not hesitate to interrupt

"thanks for keeping my date entertained but I'll take it from here" and then he leads you away to a different corner of the dance floor

did not think this all the way through because now he’s dancing with you but it’s just so…… robotic. he tries, he really does, but that doesn’t stop the secondhand embarrassment from anyone who happens to see him. you don’t mind though, you think it’s cute

"finally haitham, I've been waiting for you all night!" and then you kiss him on the cheek

perhaps it was a combination of the lighting effects and the alcohol, but you don't notice the blush on his face

CYNO

events like these aren’t really his vibe but you catch him in a good mood after you 'laugh' at one of his jokes

seems like a very intimidating guest at first and that’s not the impression he wants to give to your family, so he brought his joke book! chooses to tell one at your table during dinner and the silence after he explains the whole thing is truly deafening

he tries again but says "how about this one; y/n thought it was hilarious." so now you have to fake laugh and elbow the cousin sitting next to you to laugh as well

one of the uncles from the table next to yours actually overheard and leaned back in his chair to tell him it was hilarious so that’s a win

when you get overwhelmed by relatives asking you when you're getting married, he steps in to help you but accidentally says,

"we'll take the step when we're ready"

wait what

mans is a mess trying to fix the situation and you've never seen him like this so now you have to save him by laughing it off and dragging him away

he plays genius invokation tcg with some of your teen relatives; they were losing though, so they distract him by saying "heard the next wedding's you and y/n" and it works

he gets really awkward around you after that and you have to reassure him that it’s fine, no big deal! you even joke that if fake dating tonight would get all the annoying aunties and uncles off your back, then sure let’s do it

he’d never tell you, at least not anytime soon, but it doesn’t sit right with him to hear you say ‘fake dating’

TIGHNARI

if you’re not bringing a bag/clutch/purse/whatever, then he will and he has everything: antacids, aspirins, bandaids, safety pins, an epipen, etc

wow this venue decorated the place with such nice plants, a shame they’re not for anyone to take home. good thing no one noticed him take clippings to propagate

it's great to have him on your team because he is very good at all the physical wedding games like cornhole, ring toss, etc. you don't win anything except bragging rights but at a family wedding? sure, you'll take it

doesn’t smile in any group photos; only smiles in photos of just the two of you and selfies that you take on your phone, even though he pretends to be over it

is not nice to your offensive relatives; super passive aggressive with lots of backhanded comments. he'll make some snide remarks under his breath but everyone thinks he's joking. finds out one of your uncles is a flat earther, and takes it personally

complains about the music and how it's too loud but doesn't do anything about it, so you take him outside for a stroll in the little botanical garden

despite the nice, peaceful atmosphere of the garden, you guys do eventually have to regroup with everyone else gathered out on the lawn to watch fireworks and tighnari is doing is absolute best to stall

"....eh, we can see just fine from here, no?" he says as he pulls you down next to him onto the bench he's sitting on. if he plays his next cards right, maybe... you'll even rest your head on his shoulder?

KAVEH

he asks you if he can come as your date to the wedding because he loves these sorts of events and you agree because it’s always a fun time with kaveh

neither of you want to be dd so somehow… somehow he ropes his ‘annoying roommate’ into driving you two there and back

makes sure both of you are dressed to the 9's; maybe he wants to upstage the wedding party because he arrives in a satin suit and his shirt is unbuttoned dangerously low. some poor relative has to take a million photos of the two of you until he likes it, and then some more ‘just in case’

shows off some of his architectural work from his phone; even gets a few inquiries from your rich relatives for future jobs. networking king

once it hits cocktail hour, you’re taking a shot together. his arm is around your waist and that’s where it stays the entire time you guys are mingling with others

drinks a little too much and gossips about your family a little too loud though, so you've gotta reel him in even though you're not too far behind

drags you onto the dance floor and is a fun, but messy, dancer. you guys are in almost all the candid shots the photographer takes

on the drive back his roommate makes an extremely sharp turn and you find yourself thrown into kaveh. physics, am I right. you’re apologizing profusely even though he insists it’s fine and that you should, in fact, just stay in that position, your body against his

throws up in the car after you get dropped off and the next morning you wake up to a slew of messages from him complaining about how his roommate is so cruel for making him clean his car at 7am with zero regard for his hangover

DAINSLEIF

he agrees to go but panics the week of and keeps asking you if you're sure you want to take him as your date even though it's been rsvp'd for ages

maybe not the most fun date, but overall not a bad date

offers you an arm when you two go somewhere together, holds your hand through a crowd, pulls your chair out for you during the reception, etc

brought you one of every dessert from the buffet and risked looking like an absolute glutton because

“you said to bring you a dessert, but didn’t specify which one”

he’s very sweet to the older guests; they are swooning and keeps winking and telling you he's a keeper. you don’t have the heart to tell them you’re not even dating

gives random unsolicited advice and it’s always a hit or miss

he is so awkward in the photobooth because he doesn’t know what to do? it takes 4 photos in one strip and he looks the same in 3 of them. finally on the last one you do the thing where you lift up the corners of his mouth so he’s at least smiling

keeps his copy in his wallet for a long time, maybe even forever who knows

you never thought him to be a dancer so you’re a little surprised when he asks you to slow dance; even more so at the fact that he is very good at it??

you follow his lead, and dancing with dainsleif is honestly such a tender moment. if not for the color of your clothing, people might have mistaken you two as the newly weds, what with the way he’s looking at you while you rest your head against his chest

you see him crack a sliver of a smile when you catch the bouquet and you think that he’s just happy you won. but he knows full well what it insinuates especially when everyone’s clapping him on the back in congratulations

DOTTORE

you only ask him if he's your absolute last option because why in your right mind would you take dottore as your date to a family wedding. he only agrees to go as 'an experiment'

pick out his outfit please lest he wear one of his funky little suits

introduces himself as dr. and he's so dramatic about it so a lot of people are fawning over him; you suppose all families love a doctor but only you know that he's technically not even legally allowed to practice medicine

scowls behind you when an old family friend starts talking to you for a bit too long. excuses himself to socialize with said friend, but then you wonder why hardly anyone else approaches you the rest of the night

insists on you wearing his suit jacket because he doesn't want you to 'catch a cold' uh huh okay doctor

he makes the 7-year old flower girl cry at the reception but the thing is, he wasn't even trying? everything he says sounds vaguely threatening and kids are just terrified of him

so first of all he makes it very clear that he's doing this for you okay; he will make it up to you by doing some simple science party tricks for the kids

.... except he way overdoes it and sets off a mentos/soda rocket into the ceiling

and he’s not even sorry; he’s actually proud of that little demonstration like ‘go little rockstar.’ you’re forced to leave early in shame

he does go down as a family urban legend though because aunties will say "if you don't behave, the scary doctor will come get you!”

With so many new characters, I feel like part 3 has been long overdue!

Kissing Alhaitham | Headcanons

What his kisses are like: Smooth, sensual, and purposeful. Every move he makes against your lips is calculated. That big scholarly brain of his truly comes in handy when it comes to remembering what you like, and just like any other proud researcher, he goes above and beyond to make the results of his current experiments even better than the last.

How often he kisses you: Fairly often. He's in the middle between touchy-feely and not initiating any romantic gestures at all. When he feels the time is right, he won't hesitate to give you a kiss. He won't outright refuse you in public, but he prefers to exchange affections away from prying eyes. Maybe it's because he's mindful of the Akademiya watching his every move, or maybe it's simply because he wants to give you his undivided attention as he lavishes you in love.

Where he prefers to kiss: I think Alhaitham really enjoys giving pure, sweet kisses on the forehead, cheeks, hands, or wrists. They may be such simple gestures, but they never fail to make his heart flutter like crazy. He believes that it's important for him to show his genuine devotion towards you, that he doesn't need more in order to be happy with you. All he really needs is you to stay by his side, as long as you'll have him. He saves the more intimate kisses for those rare moments where he loses himself in you. Everything about you, from your scent to your touch, makes him dizzy. When words are not able to convey how much he desires you, actions will suffice.

The kinds of kisses he likes to receive: He's content with any kind of affection from you, but he particularly adores when you kiss him out of uncontrollable happiness. Like when he tells you about the accomplishments he's made in his research or how the sages are praising his progress and you can't help but break into a wide smile at his words, pressing a kiss to his cheek before he even knows what's happened. Seeing your eyes light up with pride for him touches his heart. And he hopes you know that every time you look at him like that, he falls in love all over again.

perfect places. — a gift from kunikuzushi to you.

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i love flowers and i love my little guy so… why not put them in a fic together :’) i think this might become a series, the other fics including the rest of his gifts maybe! im open to ideas!

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the picture-perfect garden was the first of kunikuzushi’s many exquisite wedding gifts given to you the during the week after the wedding. the garden was luscious, overflowing with life, and matched the inazuman-esque estate the two of you resided in perfectly. the garden was complete with tiny rolling waterfalls flowing into the massive pond, polished stepping stones leading up to purple-roofed walkways built over the reservoir below, and lanterns strung from the otogi trees that gave the place a soft glow. kunikuzushi liked to watch you feed the koi fish that inhabited the pond in the morning, your form bathed in the glow of the sunrise and gentle cascading sakura petals. seeing you in this light, he truly believed it was you who was divinity’s incarnate, and not himself. your initial reaction to the gift rather pleased him, your praises making him both happy and smug– because of course you loved it. it was his idea, after all.

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“kuni?! this is incredibly–this is really.. thebestgiftihaveeverreceived! oh, it’s so romantic! how did you even do all of this–when did you even?!” you exclaimed, still taking in garden that seemed like it was taken right out of some old, charming film.

“if i told you, i’d have to kill you,” he smirked, finding your excitement as endearing as ever. tugging gently on your hand, he begins to lead you through the entrance archways.

“oh, giving me the tour now are you? way to dodge the question, honey,” you snickered, fingers interlinking with his.

“it’s not exactly rocket science, i merely hired the right people.” he exhales out something between a scoff and a laugh before continuing, “barely, might i add. i had to supervise them for the entirety of the project, lest they interfere with my planning. you’d think they were babies or something” he rambled, rolling his eyes at the mere memory of his attendants. just how was it possible they were considered some of the best craftsmen mora could buy?

“there’s my kuni, scaring the innocent people of teyvat shitless, as always” you tease. stopping at the balcony, you rest your forearms on the banister overlooking the rolling water below you two, lost in thought as you admired the subtle reminders of his love for you spread throughout the garden, something that would remain hidden to an outsider’s eye, while you and your lover would cherish them. you see, to any other person, kuni’s personal selection of flowers would only be seen as delicate, one-of-a-kind, and most of all expensive. you couldn’t get these blooms just anywhere. but to you and your husband, these flowers represented a story, a heartfelt memory the two of you shared. these flowers are not precious because they cost an arm and a leg to import– they are precious because in each petal lies the timeline of true love.

you don’t even feel kuni’s arms wrapping themselves around your waist to bring you closer, as he leans to press a fleeting kiss to your collarbone. “that look of wonder on your face clearly tells me how well i impressed you–no need to be in a rush to tell me or anything.”

“what a dramatic man i married,” you lightly laugh, tilting your head up to envelop his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss when he deepens it. when kunikuzushi pulls away, your eyelids are still heavy, his lips ever so slightly brushing against yours, as he confesses, hushed, “this garden is the personification of my love. so know that if there is ever a time words fail me, let it speak on my behalf” he whispers, thumbs cradling your cheeks.

it’s only when your honeyed gaze stares into his does he register just how soft his words were, so he abruptly turns around, his back now facing you in a desperate attempt to conceal his blush. clearing his throat, he says, “of course i knew you’d enjoy the garden, which tells me you’ll also like the other gifts i have saved for the rest of the week. you’re predictable, after all.”

“you mean there’s more?!-”

— wondering which flowers made it into the garden? what they mean? have a look in the floriography book! ꕤ

camellias to show his longing for you.

dahlias, for you are his eternal love and his sole commitment.

hawthorns, for you are his standing hope.

honeysuckles, for his devotion and affection know no bounds.

ivy, for his attachment and fidelity cannot be measured by mortal means.

lilacs, for his first love.

finally, lily of the valley, for you by his side was his return to happiness.

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『♡』 "just look at me, forget everything else" + alhaitham (tw: injury)

he knew the symptoms of shock well.

it may not be his expertise, the human body and all its intricacies was never of much interest to him. leave that to the doctors and biologists of the world — he knew what he needed to know to get by, and turned his attention elsewhere.

your body is wracked with shivers, pupils blown out, hands clammy to the touch. the piercing wound in your side red and angry; an eremite had been aiming for his blind spot and you intercepted it in his stead.

“eyes on me.” he tilts your chin upwards with an uncharacteristic gentleness. “just look at me, forget everything else.”

he needed to keep you calm. alhaitham knows he’s no good at this kind of thing, but he cares too much about you to let you die.

“you’re going to go into shock if you don’t slow your breathing,” his grip on your hand tightens, “deep breaths, not shallow.”

“sorry, i’m sorry,” your teeth chatter, and he sighs, quickly shedding his coat and placing it on your shoulders. his hand strokes up and down your arm, trying to warm you up.

“stop apologizing.” his stern green eyes meet yours, “i’ll get you back to aaru village and they can bandage you up there. but before i move you i need you to calm down.”

“i’m never taking a hit for you again, asshole.” you mutter out through clenched teeth, and alhaitham grins.

if you still had that much bite, he wasn’t going to lose you. good.

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A Dozen Reasons To Love You

Cyno × GN! Reader

Reason 1: You never really seemed to fear him.

He'd understand if you did, like most people he met, and he wouldn't hold it against you. Yet you hadn't. You'd met his stern gaze with an unwavering warmth, seemingly unphased by the sharpness of his eyes.

Reason 2: There was an odd comfort in holding your hand.

The first time was when he was helping you up, lending a hand to pull you up a ledge that you couldn't seem to jump to. Like a crackle of electricity, his hand felt warmer with yours, though he was certain you hadn't done anything, and neither had he. Surely his vision wasn't faulty?

Reason 3: You look like an oasis.

As far as he's concerned, he never really feels all that tired with you. From the way he can easily rest his head in your lap and let your fingers comb through his snowy locks, to the way you'd listen to anything he has to say as he does off under your care. He feels at peace with you, like returning to a warm home. He's certain it wouldn't feel complete if you weren't there for him with your bright smile and gentle gaze.

Reason 4: He likes the way you lean on him when you're tired.

He's strong, undoubtedly so, and it's a reason many fear him. However, it's also a source of pride for him that you're able to find solace in his strength. He loves the way you seem so at ease as he shifts your head to lay on his chest so he can cuddle you. Most of all, he thoroughly enjoys your little murmurings as you slumber, all sorts of odd thoughts seeming to run through your dreamscape.

Reason 5: He likes the snacks you prepare for him.

He's never been a picky eater, not has he ever really fussed over fixed meal times. Yet you insist on him not skipping meals, constantly reminding him that it isn't something he can "leave till later". He found it quite pointless at first, but with time, find himself looking forward to tasting what you had for him with increasing anticipation each time.

Reason 6: You remind him of plants - of the pretty fruits and flowers that decorate Sumeru's natural landscape.

Or rather, it'd be more accurate to say that he sees you in everything. Cyno thinks of you as he happens to pick fruit, trying to recall if it was one of your favourites. He thinks of you as he catches a whiff of flowers he passes by. He imagines you beside him as he looks at his reflection in the water, because truly, the grand blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds was a peaceful sight he'd love to share with you every day for the rest of your lives.

Reason 7: You fit so nicely in his embrace.

It was like you were made to be held by him; it simply came so naturally for him to hug you and pull you close. It feels like the world around goes quiet and he can rest to the sound of your heartbeat like a steady rythmn, egging his own to try match up.

Reason 8: He loves the way you stifle a laugh when he tells a bad joke.

People don't find him funny, he's well aware of that. Yet when you laugh, he can't fully comprehend that it's him you're laughing at, and even if he did, he doesn't think he minds if he gets to see that mischievous glint in your eye. Sure, he may be the joke in your eyes, but it would mean he makes you happy, and the more he realises how happy he is about that fact, the more he starts to realise how important you are to him.

Reason 9: He likes looking into your eyes.

There's something simply mesmerising about looking into your eyes as you watch the stars together. The desert is cold at night, and with you in his arms he can easily see every constellation reflected in your eyes. Of course, he isn't exactly looking at those either; the stars are but an excuse to keep admiring you in the gentle luminance that has him softer than a bird's down feathers.

Reason 10: The way you move has him mesmerised.

It's like a dance and he's enchanted. It doesn't matter what level of grace and dexterity you have (or lack) because whatever it is, he can't seem to take his eyes off you. Regardless, you're lovely to him, and he's joyful to see you at your most naturally content.

Reason 11: The way you try your best for him tends to squeeze his heart a little each time.

It's sickeningly sweet. While he instinctively does what he can to care for you and provide anything you might ask for or want from him, you reciprocating that behaviour very much has him swooning. You got a limited edition card for that TCG game he loves? He can't believe you actually thought to do that for him. And it's not because he thinks lowly of you - he just doesn't expect it from you, because you're enough for him as you are.

Reason 12: As much as he feels the need to take care of you, it doesn't feel quite as unnatural when you're the one taking care of him.

And really, it makes sense. He enjoys when you dote on him, because you're his other half. Who else would nag him for not treating his injuries early and cracking a joke before he told you about said wounds? Who else would fuss over him as they tended to him, sighing as they kiss his cheek with a request that he be more careful? There is no one he can imagine who would ever look at him with the soft adoration you do, and he doesn't want to. He can't. You've consumed his heart in its entirety, and he's forgotten how to hold it, entrusting it to you as he guards yours with due diligence.

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YOU LEAVE ME BLACK AND BLUE.

DAY 1 — mirror sex. [feat. kinda public sex / thigh riding / face sitting / hair pulling / teasing / snowballing / blowjob / safe words / riding / choking ] ༉‧₊˚

note. starting off with a bang, here's an almost 8k word fic of pure filth.

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Your knees ache already, but you’re far too caught up in the sensations going through your body to care about such a trivial matter. You’re positioned on top of Al-Haitham, supporting your weight with your arms on either sides of his head. Al-haitham’s legs are between yours and his thigh is raised up high enough for you to grind up and down on it, and Al-Haitham thinks he ended up in the perfect position because he gets a clear view of your face and gets to see you slowly lose yourself in the experience ー slowly come undone.

The old and abandoned library Is empty except for the two of you. Nobody comes around to this place anymore, not ever since the Akademiya built the new one. But this place does store some older, unpopular books that Al-Haitham had wanted to come take a look at. Searching about something related to ancient divine texts, you didn’t understand much of his motives but accompanied him either way. Kaveh was supposed to tag along as well before he changed his mind last minute, making a mistake in leaving you and Al-Haitham alone in a big and empty library. There were no bad intentions at first, exchanging thoughts while flipping through the dusty pages of worn-out books, but talking quickly turned to much more and now you’re in this position.

Really, it’s not like either of you mind it. It’s not your first time and definitely not your last. However, it definitely is your first time going at it in a public place. The door isn’t locked either… You know the place is deserted and it’s highly unlikely someone will drop by but the possibility is there and not impossible. If someone walks in there is no explanation for this situation or whatever it could have escalated to by the time someone does come in and you should probably get up and lock the door but the feeling is too good for you to get up or to allow Al-Haitham to get up, and somehow there’s a thrill in knowing you could get caught. You don’t know when you became so shameless in these matters, but you also found that when your mind is so clouded over by lust, you really couldn’t give a fuck.

“Haithammm… ~” you whine breathlessly. He always loved the way his name rolled off of your tongue, making it sound so beautiful that he didn’t believe anyone else had the right to call him by it anymore. Even back when you would strictly refer to him as ‘Sayidi’. However, hearing it in the heat of the moment always sent a different type of heat down to Al-haitham’s abdomen.

“hm?” he hums in question. However, he didn’t need an answer. Not really. He knew what you wanted, but you were way too fun to mess with. Al-haitham wouldn’t give in without teasing you a little bit more. He — surprisingly — has the patience.

You whine again as your grinding becomes messy, losing the rhythm you had maintained longer than Al-haitham thought you could. “I won’t do anything if you don’t tell me to, Y/N. So, what do you want?”. You get embarrassed easily. You blush quickly, and that leads to you being defensive in a matter of seconds. If Al-Haitham ever brings up the things you said or did in bed previously, you would find a spell to make his mouth disappear for a week. However… As ‘shy’ as you are regarding these matters usually, when actually put in the situation, you don’t care. You balance out that side of yourself with one that’s absolutely wild. You’re not exactly inexperienced, however your experience was mostly with girls. You never felt embarrassed in these situations with girls. The difference is that with them you were the one setting the pace and being in control and turning the lady’s cheeks a rosy red. Now, you’re not. You’re at the mercy of Al-Haitham. And Al-Haitham has none when it comes to wanting to take you apart bit by bit during sex. You feel weak, but you also can’t recall a time you felt as alive as you do when your body Is completely pressed against Al-haitham’s and you’re feeling overwhelmed with every emotion possible as the minutes pass, and when you finally reach climax…

You obviously don’t know what your reaction is like in those moments, but Al-Haitham does. And it must be something worth it to have him constantly chasing after it.

When you don’t give an answer to Al-haitham’s question, he decides to help (torture) you a little bit. He starts moving his leg up in rhythm with your grinding, giving you extra friction roughly; making you moan. “I asked you a question, Y/N. You know I don’t like repeating myself. What do you want me to do?” he repeats, slowly. Grabbing your chin and pulling you out of the hiding spot you chose on Al-haitham’s shoulder and making you face him. You already looked like a mess.

Your cheeks were red because of the blood that had rushed to your face, Al-Haitham can almost feel it pulsing through him. You’re out of breath, panting heavily ー Al-Haitham feels honored (and smug) he could bring out these kinds of reactions from you without even using his hands yet. All he did was just lay there and let you use his thigh as you pleased, and you’re already in pieces. Al-haitham is almost convinced the you he has sex with is a completely different person from the you he’s in a relationship with. Not that he minds, he’s glad he’s the only one who can reduce you into such a scandalous state.

Once you had managed to calm down and compose yourself a little bit, you instantly avert you gaze from Al-haitham’s. You’re thinking about something and it’s making you feel nervous, Al-Haitham can tell as much. It’s unlike you to get nervous during sex, unless you’re suggesting something new and you’re embarrassed about it.

Al-Haitham reaches up to cup your cheek and bring your face back to him. “What do you want?” he asks simply, because he knows the words are on the tip of your tongue, you just need a little push to get them out. You never suggest anything too crazy, the worst you have before is asking to be handcuffed. You hesitate before taking a deep breath in, and proceeding to almost shock Al-Haitham into a seizure with what you say.

“I want to sit on your face…”

Goddamn.. You keep getting bolder and bolder in regards of these requests. Al-Haitham might have to actually feel worried over what you’ll suggest next. He feels he’ll have to draw the line if you ask about throwing any harmful objects into the mix.

But really, how could he deny a request like this? Not like he hasn’t thought about it before.

He smirks up at you, enjoying the way your face becomes an even darker shade of red. A beautiful contrast to the expression you’re visibly struggling to keep confident and steady. “bold request, love” he couldn’t let it slide without teasing you over it, though.

Al-haitham’s hand slowly travels from your cheek down towards the waist band of your pants, hooking a finger under the elastic of both the pants and your panties; giving it an experimental tug and waiting to make sure nothing changes in your expression before he feels it’s alright to take them off completely. Although it was your own suggestion, you might change your mind. If you do however, you could just use the safeword and Al-haitham will halt in a second.

You let out a quiet gasp at the cold air from the library’s big and empty vast spaces that hasn’t seen sunlight in years hitting your exposed skin. You know you’ll probably catch a cold from this later but you can care about tomorrow’s issues tomorrow, right now all what matters is the anticipation bubbling in your stomach and the way Al-haitham is licking his lips as he helps guide you into the correct position.

And so you ended up in this current situation; the one in which you’re sitting on Al-haitham’s face, moans loud and borderlining screams every now and then, face flushed completely as your grip on Al-haitham’s hair doesn’t falter, only pulling him in deeper. Al-haitham felt like he was choking a few times, and everytime he pulls away for air, you would whine and push your weight down on Al-haitham again.

It was.. Kinda hot.

Everything in Al-haitham’s body feels so hot. Despite the freezing cold air surrounding him, he’s still sweating as if he had just ran a marathon, and with every noise coming from you he feels it shoot straight down to his dick and he can’t stop thinking about how good it’ll feel inside of you. He’s going against his own words of being patient. He didn’t even know if he was doing a good job or not, because he’s never tried this position before. But if he was to judge based off of your reactions, he’d say he’s doing a pretty good job. Not that he doubts his abilities. He’s full of confidence and knows he can have you begging in minutes. His hands that were gripping your hips started traveling in different directions. One hand went underneath your shirt and started palming your chest, playing with your nipple. And the other started roaming all over your thigh; squeezing every now and then.

These efforts certainly did not go unnoticed as you threw your head back, eyes closing tight as you moaned in ecstasy. Your own hand gripped over Al-haitham’s that he had on your chest to make sure it stays there, and slowly guiding him to squeezing tighter. Your body felt like it was on fire and your orgasm feels so close yet so far, you’re certain it’s going to make you collapse completely but it’ll also be the best experience of your life. Your knees keep getting weaker and weaker and you know if they give out under you, you’ll drop your entire weight on Al-haitham and that wouldn’t exactly be the best situation to end up in, so you still try your best to keep your balance. You really should have given your knees a break when you were still in the grinding phase.

“Haithamm… Ooohhh… Please…~” you moaned out as Al-haitham pulled away for air again, this time gripping your hips firmly at a distance so you don’t attempt to smother him again chasing your own pleasure. Al-haitham smirked up at you with a chuckle, boy were you a sight to behold.

Your velvet smooth hair that you spent hours on daily was always so well kept, even during battle yet from how much you ran your hands through it in sexual frustration ー and how much Al-haitham pulled on it when you were still making out before it escalated this far, it’s a complete mess. Splayed all over your face and stuck to it because of the sweat. Your shirt was lifted up almost to your collarbone, giving Al-haitham a perfect view of your chest coated in a glossy layer of sweat. His gaze lands on your neck for a moment, and Al-haitham feels the urge to bite into it again. Your face was completely red, not from blushing this time as much as it is from how hot your body feels. Your mouth parted into a perfect ‘O’ and Al-haitham swears he’ll have those pretty lips drooling in a few minutes. Those beautiful eyes so intense and clouded with lust, hooded and staring down at Al-haitham’s own mesmerized ones.

You’re beautiful. As jealous as Al-haitham feels sometimes when people flirt with you or compliments your looks in an overly friendly manner, he definitely could see why. Too bad this kind of view is for his eyes only.

“oh God Haithamm… Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to get back to what you’re supposed to be doing?” you whined, voice laced with the usual bossy attitude yet also rather shaky. You’ve always been needy, so there was no way it’d be any different during sex. And those eyes glaring at him ー or at least trying to ー turned Al-haitham on so much, he wanted to see how far he could provoke you. Yet again.

“What am I supposed to be doing, again? My memory doesn’t seem to be serving me well” he smirked up at you, fighting his own pleasures as well because he finally got a taste of you and he wants to keep going until you come ー then you can move on to step 2; but he figured this chance was just too good. He knows that you can be very impatient and demanding, and you just need the right opening to take matters into your own hands. He wants to see what you’ll do, and whatever it is, Al-haitham is more than willing to accept it. Not without putting up a little bit of a fight, but it’d be boring otherwise anyway!

Your glare faltered for a second before it returned more stern than before. “I don’t appreciate the teasing…” you said in a quiet voice. Al-haitham’s smirk didn’t go anywhere and if it could, it would only get bigger. “I’m not teasing you, though?”. Cue a groan from you. You are too hot and bothered to be dealing with Al-haitham’s shit right now. “Would you just keep going?!” he’s definitely pushing you over the edge. Just a little bit more.

This can end in one of two ways. Either you will crack and start begging for it, or you’ll get annoyed and take control yourself. And Al-haitham would be pleased either way. Let’s go, baby!

“What do you want me to do? Be specific” he whispered to you, his head moving to the side to bite and lick at your inner thigh. Al-haitham felt your thigh twitch as soon as his tongue made contact with it. “Haithamm…” you whined again. “Yes, love?” he kept his teasing up.

He expected something to happen, but that didn’t mean he was ready for it. He heard you growl before muttering “asshole” at him. You gripped Al-haitham’s hair again and guided him to face upwards before you pushed your weight down on him again. Al-haitham groaned as his hands shot up to grip your thighs, and the vibration from his groan mixing with the incredible pleasure of feeling the heat of Al-haitham’s mouth back on you again was enough to have you throwing your head back and moaning as loud as you could.

“oh God oh God.. oh GOD~!!” You yelled when you felt Al-haitham thrust his tongue inside of you, the sounds resulted of that action only intensifying the pleasure in your clouded state of mind. You can only assume Al-haitham likes having his hair pulled because whenever you lose control and grip his hair a little too hard, you’re met with a moan that pushes you closer to the edge. So you try again, pulling slightly on the messy grey hair. You get a slight grunt in response, his tongue not slowing its movements against you.

So you tried a little harder this time, pulling harshly. You felt Al-haitham’s whole body jerk as he groaned loudly.

You smirked down at him. “you like that don’t you, baby?” your voice as sweet as honey, and Al-haitham wouldn’t dare meet your gaze otherwise he knows he’ll come untouched in his pants.

“Gotcha” you whispered as you settled your grip in Al-haitham’s hair again, ready to pull whenever you feels him slacking off. You do take control every now and then, riding Al-haitham’s face, but you worry you might get carried away and end up choking Al-haitham ー or worse, breaking his neck ー so you leave the pace up to him, and he certainly doesn’t disappoint unless he wants to be an asshole.

Then you noticed it. You’d been so caught up, that you didn’t see it at all. All your vision could focus on was Al-haitham. Al-haitham and only Al-haitham. But now that your gaze had shifted from Al-haitham and a little bit upwards, you’re met with a sight that almost makes you choke on air.

Right in front of you, you make eye contact with your own reflection. Position ahead was a cheval mirror, dusty and cracked at the edges. Almost rusting, yet it presented to you your own debauched appearance and you didn’t think you could feel any more desperate. The sight of you sitting on Al-haitham’s face in the mirror, watching as his tongue works it’s magic all over; giving you a better view of when he starts pushing it inside you again.

You involuntarily moan a little louder, now that your sense of sight is functioning better than it ever has during sex, it makes the experience feel so much more intense. Al-haitham definitely noticed what took your attention away considering his movements turned distracted and unfocused. You eventually do snap out of it and regain your pace, now your eyes shifting back and forth between Al-haitham and the mirror.

Al-haitham feels like he could just drown in this. The feeling of you surrounding all of his senses, listening to your sweet moans, and of course the occasional hair pull that has him like putty in his lovers hands. This is so worth whatever trouble you could end up in, and you’ve barely even started. However, it was starting to get a little painful for his jaw, and his back was hurting from his position on the floor, and his erection was dying for release. He pulled away and looked up at you again, receiving more whines. “why did you stooop…?” what a baby. It’s incredible, honestly. Al-haitham wants to kiss that pout until it’s swollen.

“Take control” was all he said in reply. Drinking in the way your eyes widen slightly for a moment before they’re hooded again, you nod. You’re so easy to communicate with (when you’re not being a jerk on purpose). Just one of the many, many things Al-haitham loves about you.

You allows your knees momentarily relief as you lower yourself further down against Al-haitham’s mouth — absolutely loving the moan you received — and waste no time until you’re moving up and down on him. The reflection in the mirror seeming so much hotter now that you’re the one doing the work. Al-haitham’s cold hands are gripping your thighs again, squeezing in a way that just pushes you more and more onto the edge. You kind of wished there was a way you could make Al-haitham feel good as well right now but it was definitely too late to turn this into a 69. You’ll make it up to him In other ways though, once you’re done. For now, you’re content with the occasional hair pull Al-haitham seems to like so much.

Al-haitham can tell you’re getting close by the way your moans are like, a whole octave higher. Your movements are also becoming less and less precise and more and more erratic. If Al-haitham’s jaw wasn’t begging for relief, he’d be enjoying this. Not that he isn’t of course, just not as much as he should be when all his focus is on how badly his jaw and tongue hurt. He felt his hair get pulled harshly as you threw your head back and screamed. He couldn’t help but moan into your orgasm, watching you come undone which just intensified it for you. Your thighs’ grip around his head becoming tighter as your whole body shook.

“D-Don’t swallow…!” you commanded him quickly once your orgasm stopped, as you tried to regain your breath before you got off of him. Al-haitham wasn’t sure why you’d demand that but he’ll play along. When you got off, Al-haitham felt like he could breathe again, and he’d moan in relief if he didn’t have his mouth full of cum. You seemingly regained your energy in seconds, clearly having a plan in mind as you grabbed Al-haitham’s shoulders and pulled him to sit up. Al-haitham was curious as to where his lover was taking this.

You smirked at Al-haitham. A smirk that promised nothing good in the moral sense, but something fantastic in a sexual perspective. Your hands went from gripping his shoulders to wrapping around his neck before you pulled your boyfriend in for a kiss. It took Al-Haitham a second to process the kiss, he wasn’t even done with the processing when he felt his mouth forced open by a hand on his chin and a tongue quickly moving inside of his mouth. Oh. Oh fuck. That's hot. He sometimes forgets how freaky you could be.

Al-haitham moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut, the idea of you taking the lead and showing a completely different side of yourself will always just be so intoxicating to Al-haitham, even if he’ll never admit how much he likes it. Intoxicating, just like everything else about his lover is. Completely mind numbing, he can’t believe how much control you have over him without even trying. How you have him fucked out of his mind already and he isn’t even the one who was on the receiving end. He felt you pushing the cum that was in your mouth back and forth between them and it was getting a little hard to breathe, but if he breaks the kiss apart it’ll result in a mess. Why are you so set on choking him to death today? He felt your hand slide into his hair then pull him backwards harshly, he groaned loudly as your kiss broke, leaving the remains of cum in Al-haitham’s mouth to drip down his chin. You however just simply licked it up slowly as you kept Al-haitham’s head in the same place, then started trailing kisses down his neck. You could be so in control without even being on top, and Al-haitham couldn’t believe how easy it was for him to melt into your touch. Like it didn’t belong anywhere else but on his body.

Al-haitham felt like it was about time he regains control otherwise he’ll melt into a puddle underneath your fingertips and that would be a little too humiliating for The Grand Scribe right now. Maybe one day, he’ll allow you to take full control, but that won’t be happening today. He’s not ready for how quickly he’d fall apart if he did.

However, as soon as he tried to regain the upper hand, Your grip left Al-haitham’s hair as your lips kept trailing down further. You pushed Al-haitham’s shirt up to his armpits, oddly finding the way the dark green shirt framed his exposed chest creating a contrast between the dark color and the paleness of Al-haitham’s skin to be lovely. You kissed down his chest, until you reached his pants. You looked up at Al-haitham through your lashes. “can I suck you off?” you asked. It was such an inappropriate question asked in such an innocent way, and yet again, who is Al-haitham to say no? He just nodded, not trusting his words to come out the way proper words should. You have always been the more shameless one between the two of you but most of the time you’re pretty submissive, and Al-haitham does all the work. Usually, if you do try to take control, it ends up with Al-haitham’s confidence crumbling in a second and you trying (and failing) to not laugh at his flustered state. It seems so easy this time, and Al-haitham isn’t used to it. He’ll reason with himself and say the only reason he feels so weak under your stare is because he’s never had experience with anyone else but you, and not because of how much you have him wrapped around your finger.

When his pants and boxer were pulled down he groaned at how good the long-awaited release felt, and you smirked up at him. “I haven’t even touched you yet, slow down” you teased him in a quiet voice, before you let your tongue work the rest of the magic.

Al-haitham was definitely big. It was just right, and it hit all the right spots easily. Even so, you had no problem taking him almost fully in rather quickly. Thanks to a long time of sucking the same dick, you’ve grown pretty used to it. And you knows for a fact you can’t wait to have him fully inside of you. Al-haitham’s hand thrusted forward into your hair instantly when he was practically deep throated in less than a minute, the pleasure still feeling as good as the first time. Al-haitham knows you likes being praised, even if indirectly. If you’re doing a good job, you’d like the other person to be vocal about it. So even if he isn’t the best at compliments and praises and sweet talk, Al-haitham still tries to express the pleasure you make him feel when you go down on him vocally. It’s just another one of the ways you can silently communicate and understand each other. You pull your mouth up to the very tip ー smirking at how Al-haitham’s groan turned into a whine ー before you took him down in one go again. Now you can have Al-haitham feeling as good as you were just a few minutes ago.

Your mouth didn't pause for a minute, sucking him off with expertise. Because you know what makes Al-haitham feel good, what pushes him over the edge. Your tongue making sure to press down on all the good spots, such as the top of the head. You bobbed your head up and down at a slow pace at first, before you got familiar with every inch again, then you started going faster.

You didn’t think Al-haitham would be a very vocal person when it came to sex the first time you did it, but he definitely wasn’t quiet at all. Even if he later got embarrassed and swore on his entire family he didn’t make a sound. You sometimes think Al-haitham is even louder than you are. But it just makes you feel further prideful you can push him to these lengths. Al-haitham’s hands were gripping your hair and pushing you as deep as he pleased, as much as he could knowing he wouldn’t be hurting you. His moans expressing just how good he feels. He feels himself being pushed over the edge, and just seeing his cock going in and out of your mouth was a sight enough to make him tap out right then and there. Focusing on your lips for a second, he notices your red lipgloss had slightly faded, and he’s reminded of the fact that his body is probably covered with red kiss marks by now.

It didn't take long until you had your head pushed all the way down on your boyfriends dick again, and your ears filled with a loud moan of your name. It took a second to process it was cum that suddenly shot down your throat. Al-haitham came a lot quicker than you did, and it hit so fast he could barely even give a warning. But he had already gotten so riled up when you was sitting on his face and pulling his hair.

You pulled away, licking your lips before you smiled up at your boyfriend. “How was that?” you asked, voice smooth as velvet as your hands brushed away some of the hair that got in Al-haitham’s face with so much care and softness, no one would believe you were just sucking his dick like your life depended on it. Al-haitham leaned into his lovers touch and smiled. “Amazing” he whispered.

It was so like you to make sure you gave Al-haitham the same pleasure he gave you in one way or another. You never liked feeling like you were selfish (even if you complained about not wanting to do any of the work ー like a damn pillow princess ー but it’s all just a front of stubborn and bratty words) and you usually protest against Al-haitham wanting to please you first when you’re not going all out. But Al-haitham keeps insisting that he wants it too until you give up and let him do as he pleases. You never regrets it though because it’s always certainly an experience.

Al-haitham may have just came but he still doesn’t feel satisfied enough. Not when his mind is overflowing with thoughts of all the other things he wants to do to you right now. All the other reactions he wants to bring out of you. Al-haitham’s hand reaches out to grab your face and pull you into a kiss again. Once he felt you kiss back, his other hand reached towards your hip to pull you onto his lap. He felt you stutter something into the kiss as your body didn’t move along with Al-haitham’s directions the way it usually does. Al-haitham detaches his lips from yours and leans down towards your neck, not wasting time before he licks and sucks on the most sensitive spots there. He knows them better than the back of his hand by now.

“H-Haitham! Wait-“ You got cut off by another noise escaping you when Al-haitham teased the sensitive spot with his teeth, and you could tell it won’t be long before Al-haitham gives in and bites you and you just needs a minute ー a second to breathe, and Al-haitham isn’t letting up.

“R-Red!”

Al-haitham freezes in less than a second. All his movements coming to a sudden halt.

The safeword. Or, one of them. They had agreed to use ‘green’, ‘yellow’ and ‘red’ to know if the situation is okay or not. Green meaning it’s all fine and the other can continue what they’re doing, yellow meaning they’re a little uncomfortable which opens up a chance to talk about what’s wrong and find a better option, and red to stop immediately.

Al-haitham pulls away from your neck to look at you, and it was just now that he noticed how truly wrecked you looked. He’d gotten so caught up in his own lust that he didn’t pay attention to what state you were in.

“Are you alright?” Al-haitham asks, his hand moving from your hip in favor of softly brushing damp behind your ear.

You nod. “Yeah.. Yeah I’m fine, I just.. Need a minute…” you say, words coming out breathless and Al-haitham realized you might have been overwhelmed or overstimulated. Whichever it was, Al-haitham would be willing to give you as much time as you need before you continue. As impatient as he’s feeling, your comfort comes first. And as much as Al-haitham likes to act like a cold and uncaring person, you make him soften up in every way possible and he has no control over how gentle he becomes around you.

Al-haitham guides your head to rest on his shoulder as he continues to softly run his fingers through your hair. You seem to appreciate it based on the content hum you let out.

After a few more minutes, You speak up. “green..”.

Al-haitham pulls your head again to face him so he can make sure you are actually okay and not just feeling preassured. His gaze is serious as he practically scans your face, searching for something. When all he sees is confusion on your part, he believes it.

“Would you still want to take the lead or should I?” Al-haitham asks. You give it a few seconds of thought. “Ah… Would it be okay if I tried something?” you hesitantly speak up.

Al-haitham trusts you. He nods in confirmation.

You take a deep breath again to steady yourself before pushing Al-haitham to lay down on his back against the cold floor again. Al-haitham is happy to oblige and let you guide him. He’d let you take him to the ends of Teyvat. He’d follow you wherever you went, he knows that no matter what he’s safe with you. And he’ll make sure you’ll forever be safe with him.

You take your position on top of Al-haitham again before you hesitate. “I… I don’t think you need to prepare me this time..” your cheeks are heating up again as you refuse to meet Al-haitham’s eyes. Really, you could be so cute sometimes. Saying the most bold things yet your body language is full of embarrassment. It makes Al-haitham feel like he has to protect you even more, although he already knows you can handle yourself.

“Wouldn’t it hurt?” he asks to be sure. You know your limits, if you’re suggesting that then you must know what you’re doing since you don’t get driven by sexual impulse the way Al-haitham does. (that is a complete lie, your philosophy during sex is ‘if I die, I die’.)

You shake your head. “I mean.. We’re both already wet enough and… You prepared me pretty well last night, so..” Ah. Al-haitham had forgotten about that. He’s certain Kaveh didn’t though.

“If you think so, then do whatever you please” Al-Haitham smiles up at you in a reassuring way that puts you at ease even if these things are your own suggestions. You nod before you position Al-haitham’s tip at your entrance ー Al-haitham’s hands grip your hips to help you out a little, making sure you stay firm considering you’re still a little shaky (and your knees probably won’t work properly for a week) and help guide you down.

You only hesitate as the tip goes in. After it’s in you slam down on Al-Haitham with so much force and a moan so loud it startles Al-Haitham. “Are you a-“ you cover Al-haitham’s mouth with your hand before he could ask, your head hanging down as you try to regain your breath from that stupid act of impulse. You’re just as bad as Al-Haitham, really, and you can find it easier to blame Al-Haitham for doing this to you.

When you raise your head up to look at Al-Haitham, you nod as you take your hand off of his mouth. “I’m fine, I’m fine, just… Got a little carried away” you answer and Al-Haitham can relax a little bit more now. What is he going to do with this idiot? His idiot.

It doesn't take long before you already start moving. Taking your time at first, not wanting to do anything stupid again and risk not being able to walk properly. Everybody will know the reason and nobody will let you live it down. Even Al-Haitham. Especially Al-Haitham.

You move up and down slowly, not even managing to pull up all the way towards the tip before you slide back down. You give yourself enough time to adjust, since you decided fuck preparing and fuck a condom and fuck lube and fuck everything else that falls into those categories. Maybe you can be driven by your overwhelming sexual desires too, and you should go a little easy on teasing Al-Haitham about his raging hormones and pent-up desires.

Al-Haitham seems to be growing impatient. It’s not often he gets impatient with you, but you are really pushing him to his limit right now. He decides to take matters into his own hands and his grip on your hips tightens as he pushes you down a little harder, earning himself a choked noise in response. “How do you feel’?” he asks, to be sure.

“Green.. Green, keep going..” you reassure him as you try to move back up but your hips are still held in place. Al-Haitham is even stronger than he looks. Once Al-Haitham was sure it’s alright, he continued the same motion of guiding you up and down on him at a faster pace, occasionally thrusting up into you.

You still felt sensitive from your last orgasm, and your entire body feels like it’s on fire from how overwhelming every sensation feels. It just had to get worse as you set your eyes on the mirror in front of you again. The view is a little fogged up from your own breathing, but you can still see clearly everything you want to. How sinful your actions are and how lewd your expression is. Blissed and fucked out entirely. You felt like such a whore, but it just turned you on even more in this state.

Al-Haitham — now that his face isn’t being smothered anymore — can pay more attention to where your focus is and leans his head back a little to see for himself. It really is quite a sight, however, Al-Haitham doesn’t linger on it for too long, because he has a much better view right in front of him. His lover panting and moaning and 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 from how incredible and hot everything feels. And Al-Haitham is no better, he’s an equal mess. Except he can hold himself together a little bit better than you can. But his moans and groans are just as loud and the feeling is beyond amazing.

Al-Haitham closes his eyes and his head leans backwards as suddenly now that his vision is black, his other senses feel a lot more sensitive. Your sounds and begs and slurred curses and moans of his name loudly drumming in his ears, spurring him on as the feeling of your tightness around his cock is making it hard to even breathe let alone focus on anything that isn’t ‘Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N’.

“H-Haithamm..” you stutter out and it’s less of a moan more of a call. Al-Haitham opens his eyes as he meets yours and you somehow looks even more ravished than you looked before he closed his eyes. “Oh God.. ~ ah.. My knees are about to give out …” you let out between moans and Al-haitham gets what you’re asking him to do.

He puts a steady hand on your back to make sure you don’t get hurt while the other grabs your thigh firmly, before he flips your positions over into missionary. As soon as you’re under him, his pace picks up ー going as fast and as hard as he wanted to but couldn’t from the previous position. The immense pleasure is becoming too much for you, you can feel Al-haitham’s thrusts inside of you so deep, filling you up so good. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you lose whatever was left of your self-control. Crying out moans and random cusses and Al-Haitham name as if it’s the only word you knew. The only word that mattered.

Al-haitham’s hands are both gripping your hips so he can have better control over his thrusts, keeping up the same rhythm even if he’s slowly losing his fucking mind.

He suddenly gets an idea he never had before. With you leaning your head back like this, your neck is completely exposed, and usually the first thought Al-Haitham has when he sees your exposed neck is to bite it and sink his teeth in to leave marks that you will without a doubt kick his ass for, but not this time. This time, he remembers a paragraph he had came across a few days ago in a Sex Life book he found buried deep within some old and torn up boxes. About how asphyxiation can increase sexual pleasure and he really feels like he wants to test it out.

“Y/N” he slows his movements down to get your attention. You open your teary eyes to look at Al-Haitham in question. “it’s my turn to try something, but I want you to tell me if it gets too much, alright?” you can only nod mindlessly, not caring about whatever Al-Haitham does as long as it means he’ll pick up the pace and go back to fucking your brains out.

Al-Haitham speeds up a little bit, but not as fast as he was previously going. He runs his fingers all the way from your stomach, trailing over your chest and up towards your neck. He doesn’t believe he has any obsession with your neck, he just finds it to be just as attractive as the rest of you and biting it is an exciting adventure because your blood tastes sweet and seeing you yell at him angrily for leaving marks is rather cute considering how delicate and fragile you look in his eyes. He slowly wraps his hand around your neck, and he can see your confusion for a few seconds before your eyes go wide in realization as soon as Al-Haitham starts pressing down a little harder.

“Y/N”.

“Green..”

That’s good enough for Al-Haitham to press down a little harder.

“Y-“

“Green!”

As much as you appreciate Al-haitham’s worry over you (especially considering he’s kind of choking you right now) you also don’t want to constantly be asked about it. You can speak up on your own if it gets too much. All you wants is for Al-Haitham to just pick up the pace already!

“I’ll tell you if it gets uncomfortable, just for the love of Greater Lord Rukkhadevata, please go faster!!”

Al-Haitham can’t deny you those demands, Al-Haitham himself had gotten uncomfortable with how slow he’s going because he was getting so close. So he finds his rhythm again and in a matter of seconds he’s back to pounding in and out of you, and you lose yourself in the ecstacy again.

Al-Haitham keeps his hand on your neck, pressed down gently and feels his own climax build up as the familiar sensation grows tighter in his stomach. “Y/N.. I’m close..”

You moan in response. “fuck, me too! Please, faster! Harder..!”

Al-Haitham is so obedient when you are looking like a wreck, 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 for Al-Haitham to go faster. To go harder. To completely ruin you. To fuck you senseless. It’s not often Al-Haitham can push your prideful self to these extents ー to begging for him. And it just makes everything so hot and overwhelming that Al-Haitham doesn’t even know what to do with himself. You tear him to pieces without even trying.

Al-haitham’s pattern turns sloppy and messy as he slowly loses control of his own movements, desperately chasing after his high. You don’t hold back on expressing your pleasure, and the way you scream Al-haitham’s name is enough to make Al-Haitham come without a touch.

He's so close, so close, just a few more thrusts and he’s there. If he’s almost there, it means so is you, and that means this is the perfect time for it.

Al-Haitham presses down harder than he did before, earning a few choked gasps from you, which would have worried him had you not still been able to scream out Al-haitham’s name as you hit the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Your voice probably loud enough for any building nearby to hear. He can’t wait for rumors to spread about the abandoned library being haunted.

The sight of you coming undone and the way his name was called out fuels the feeling in Al-haitham’s stomach so much more. He’s still thrusting, almost there, almost there..

He’s about to pull out as he feels himself about to cum when you wrap your leg around his waist, keeping him firm in place. “D-Don’t-“ is all you can manage to utter before you feel Al-haitham’s climax filling you up, leaving a hot feeling inside of you. Combined with Al-haitham’s erratic thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, you feel like you would have come yet again had you not been focusing on how overwhelming everything feels right now.

Al-haitham’s movements come to a halt as he slowly unwraps his hand from your neck. Not wanting to think about how completely irresponsible that was and the consequences they could face because of it. You in return unwrap your leg from around his waist and let it drop down, you don’t think you can use your legs properly for a few days now.

You feel an incredible pressure in your head as your ears ring and feel clogged. It’s not an unusual thing to experience after you’re done having sex, but this time it feels a lot worse probably thanks to the fact that Al-Haitham decided to outright choke you.

Al-Haitham pulls out as soon as he’s caught his breath, and he couldn’t help but stare as his own cum drips out of you. It’s the first time that Al-Haitham came inside of you.

It's a good thing the place Isn't far from his house, although he doubts either of them have the energy to walk now even if it was right next door. So Al-Haitham decides to lay down next to you for a little bit, to at least give his muscles a chance to unclench.

“That.. Might have been the best sex I’ve ever had” is the first thing you say, and Al-Haitham chuckles at that. “I can imagine.”

“I don’t think I can walk anymore… You’ll have to carry me back home.. ~” admittedly, your legs do hurt to use, but not to the point that you can’t walk altogether. You just like being spoiled by your boyfriend, and Al-Haitham likes spoiling you even if he’d rather die than admit it, so really, it’s a win win situation.

“Hm.. I wouldn’t mind. Just this once”

A few seconds of silence pass before your hand finds Al-Haitham and intertwine your fingers. “what gave you the idea?” you ask and Al-Haitham turns his head to look at you. “hm?”

“choking me, I mean… That was so out of nowhere. Where did that come from?”

Al-haitham’s embarrassment makes him maintain his silence, instead deciding he has rested enough and it’s time to leave.

Al-haitham also keeps his promise and he indeed does carry you the way back. He spent half the way complaining about you being heavy but you both know there’s no actual malice behind his words, you weight nothing to someone of his build and it isn’t the first time Al-haitham carries you.

It's especially easy for Al-haitham this time to not mean his complaints though because with you being carried against his back like this, you’re given perfect reach towards Al-haitham’s neck and cheeks and shoulders, to which you keeps planting soft kisses all over them and it turns Al-haitham ー in his tired and sleepy sense of mind ー into a sappy mess.

⚡️💜

teasing with kazuha was a big game to you. who gets flustered the most, who shys away first, wo touches who first when kissing, it was all a challenge. that you would lose. each and every time.

you were determined to win this time, though. you were going to leave him a red mess, begging for kisses! you weren’t gonna let yourself lose this time.

formal parties were a buzzkill, especially with all of the oogling eyes on your boyfriend and the hushed whispers about how dreamy he is.

so, if you were to deprive kazuha of his much needed attention, it would be fine, right? since he has his little goons, he doesn’t really need you to be at his every beck and call, right? he didn't seem too lonely.

thoma sure did, though. poor, poor thoma, all alone with no commissioner to bother him! you’re sure that kazuha wouldn't mind if you talked just a little bit, right? 

clearly, you think, this wasn’t the best way to go about it. 

you weren’t losing in your eyes, per se, just incredibly underpowered. you were just teasing kazuha, and now you were trapped in a cage of his arms in an abandoned hallway.

"i bet you think you're so smug and powerful, huh?" you breathlessly whispered, his slender fingers gripping onto your chin like you were bound to leave any minute. he wouldn't allow that, even if it just were a passing thought.

"oh, do you not think i am?" kazuha hummed beneath you, tracing his knuckles against your jawline and making you shiver whenever one of his many rings made contact with your skin. "because, i think it's quite clear who has who pinned."

"and i think it's quite clear who's gonna l-lose when we get home." you broke eye contact with him before he squeezed your thigh and leaned closer.

"i think we'll do other stuff before that, aha. do you really think we’ll even make it home, hmm?" 

he nibbled on your lip before enveloping you in another kiss, gripping your hair to push you two closer and closer until it felt like two bodies became one with how minimum space was between you two.

kazuha pulls away with a dangerous look on his face, a predator hunting their prey, before kissing you down from your jawline to your collarbones.

he left a fiery trail of reds and purples, bruises blooming across your skin as his teeth grazed across your skin. his blunt nails dug into your skin, rings once again making your breath hitch and bite your lip.

ah, maybe you have lost this game.

こんにちは 🖇️ 私たちの関係は複雑です

credit for the artist : ☆ @Liann1009 on twt !

Playing with their hair!

Scaramouche, Childe, Albedo, Xiao, Ayato, Heizou x Gn! Reader

Warnings: Language

Theme: Fluff

I've been thinking of this for months and I need to write it, so here I am 😍🖐️

Sorry for any mistakes 😍

Scaramouche

HIS HAIR IS HELLA SOFTTT. He has seen your small glances at his hair, and eventually he will let you touch it.

Scaramouche was already laying on your shared bed when you walked in. His hat was off and he almost looked like he was sleeping. Not knowing if he was sleeping or not, you sat down next to him. Now letting intrusive thoughts get to you, you swept the hairs out of his face. You started to run your finger through his hair. You decided to stop after a while. You got ready to lay down and he snatched your hand and put it back on his head. "Keep doing that." He said sternly. He eventually fell asleep. (He would start playing with your hair too if you were trying to sleep)

Childe

He would never tell you, but he has wanted you to play with his hair for so long. He played with his siblings hair to help put them to sleep.

You two were at his family home for the week, your boyfriend had just put his siblings to bed. "Sorry to keep you waiting." He laughed and tackled you onto the couch. He was laying on top of you like the man child he was. You put your hand on the back of his head and ran your hand through his hair. It was a little messy, but nice overall. He had a lot of hair. It was a lot of thin strands. He immediately fell asleep on you. Now, when your hands are free he will grab your hand and put it on his head. (Play with his hair)

Albedo

Albedo HAS SOME NICE HAIR. HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR? KSJSHDHS. It's soft man. He keeps it nice, but no one ever really asked to mess with it before? He wouldn't mind though.

You crept up behind him as he was working. "Albedo, you almost done?" You asked from behind him, your hands on his shoulders. "Not yet, perhaps another hour?" You rolled your eyes and watched him work for a few minutes. Your hand traveled from his shoulder to his nape. You moved your hand upwards torwards his hair. Messing with his hair, he started to relax into your hands. Goosebumps formed along his neck. "Oh that feels nice. Can you continue after I'm done?" He turned around to look at you, grabbing your cheek and leaving a kiss.

Xiao

Xiao and touch are still a difficult bunch, playing with his hair was one of the first types of physical touch you ignited with him.

He was resting when you get first let you touch his hair. Leaning against a rock, as he was doing some things around town. He doesn't really sleep, so when he took some time to rest his eyes, you figured to help him sleep you would touch his hair. Being gentle of course, you slowly put your hand on his head, moving some strands around. He was awake at this time, and he opened his eye to see you. You were innocently laying next to him, hand in his hair. Once he realized you were calmed and meant good things, he relaxed.

Ayato

Ayato was open to the idea of you playing with his hair, you could really do whatever you wanted. He loved your touch, yet he was a busy man.

You walked into the kitchen, he was leaning against the counter talking to Thoma. "Thoma!" You greeted and walked over to Ayato as he wrapped an arm around you. "You are dismissed Thoma." "I'll talk to you later my lord." Thoma smiled and left the room. "Well hello "My lord."" You kissed him and he began to deepen the kiss. Your hands moved quickly to his head, and started to mess with his hair. At this point, you were borderline making out, however he broke the kiss after a moment. "Mm, that feels nice." He smiled as you massaged his hair.

Heizou

HEIZOU HEUZOU PRETTY HAIR EJDH. He has nice hair and he knows it. He's played with your hair plenty, so why not pay him back?

Heizou came home all whiny from a mission he claimed was "Too easy." "No fun, I was hoping for something a little more challenging you know?" He was sitting in his office chair as you came up behind him and planted a kiss on his forehead. He tilted his head up, and you put your head on his and put your hands on his head, messing with his hair. He got out of his chair and dragged you over to the bed where you could continue massaging his head. "Oh archons please continue." He whined as you stopped for a moment.

Kazuha

Kazuha didn't like to put his hair down, he claimed it got in his way but he didn't want to cut it. He liked it the way it was, and you didn't blame him.

"Kazuha?" "Hm?" "Would you mind if I played with your hair?" He laughed at your question. "Of course not, we are alone and the wind isn't bothersome, therefore I suppose you could do what you like with my hair." He positioned himself to the point you could mess with his hair. His hair was a little tangly due to the wind, but after a while if brushing it with your fingers it became soft and fluffy. He would ask if you would like it too, so he could know what you liked too 😉

Fall For Me

So maybe you took the assignment a little...literally

Ft. Arlecchino, Capitano, Childe, Dottore, Pantalone

Arlecchino:

You probably shouldn't have given all those orphans piggy back rides

Your legs were aching and you still had quite the walk back to your place

So you dragged yourself along, slumped over yourself with your eyes on the pavement

Until you bumped into someone and fell on top of them

"I'm so sorry I didn't rea- Lord Arlecchino-"

You thought you were a goner, you didn't even have the strength to push yourself off her despite knowing how disrespectful you were being

"Stop struggling. You haven't enough energy to hold yourself up as it is."

You bit your lip and nodded, moving to roll off her when she picked you up effortlessly while getting to her feet as well

"I've been meaning to pay you a visit anyway."

Capitano:

Electrocharged was the worst elemental reaction

There you were, tripping over and flopping around, unable to get back on your feet as electrified water surrounded you

Which led to you somehow flopping onto Capitano

Fortunately, it didn't harm him because,,,well, metal

"Didn't I warn you to be more careful?"

It wasn't easy being the superior of a friend, but it was better than having you work for one of his colleagues

So that meant fussing over you when you pulled clown shit like this

"I'm not mad, just...worried about you, as always."

Childe:

Yeah, everyone saw this coming

He had a habit of running up to you to tackle you into a hug, it was only a matter of time before the both of you went hurtling to the ground

"Would you look at that, comrade, didn't I tell you you'd fall in my arms eventually?"

"You flung yourself at me-"

He was quick to hush you, still hugging you as he got up

Would it have been easier to stand if he hadn't been clinging to you? Physically yes, emotionally? Not really, according to him

He thrives on your affection, so please continue to let him dote on you

Dottore:

He'd laugh at you if you tripped

That includes if you fall on him because no, he wasn't trying to catch you, what are you talking about?

He refuses to admit he had instinctively stepped back from the workbench so you could catch hold of his arm instead of faceplanting into the floor

"Tch, careless idiot. Are you trying to be a hazard?"

You could argue that he's the hazard for distracting you but that'd only end in him ignoring you for the rest of the week

Unless you make it sound like a compliment somehow

Like how you couldn't help but be intrigued by the way he works, finding yourself too mesmerised to walk carefully

At which he'd only tsk at you again before brushing dust off you and shooing you back to work

Don't worry he'll approach you once he's done to "assist you"

Really he's just observing you because he hates to think you might know more about him than he does you

Pantalone:

Long story short, he tripped you so you'd fall into his arms and he could chide you for it

He's "scolding" you for being so careless as to show him such disrespect but the mischief in his eyes is more than evident

Naturally, he summons you to his office, but he's fooling no one with his stern tone, practically everyone knows he's fond of you

So much so that when he sends everyone but you out of his office to "discipline" you, many leave snickering about how your punishment will be anything but

You'll be made to sit in his lap, or massage his shoulders, sometimes cuddle him and kiss his jaw when he clenches it too hard as he does his paperwork

You should probably fall for him more often

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Headcanons for dottore in his time in the academya with a crush who's nice and friendly with him?? Love seeing this loser obsess with someone who showed him kindness for the first time lmao

Il Dottore Having a Crush Headcanon [Sumeru Akademiya Edition] ⋆*.✩‧₊˚

[Dottore x Reader]

Synopsis: Il Dottore having a crush on another student.

Tags: Mostly fluff, a little crackish, soft headcanon, slight cw obsessive Dottore, and slight violence.

Notes: Oocish? Proofreadish??? I love Dottore. I ran out of ideas after the third sentence #igetstuckeasy. Gets really rambly. It's not super great so i might fix it later Also, it’s like 4 am :sobs: ALSO THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST ANON <3333. Please tell me if you enjoyed!!

(Reader is always gn unless otherwise specified.)

Dottore being shunned for being a "monster" and "madman" wasn't anything new – he was kicked out of his home for his scientific experimentation concepts, and now he is being rejected by the students and teachers at the akademiya for the same thing.

However, you are the exact opposite. Most of the time at least. Before you associated yourself with Il Dottore, you were admired and respected by your peers. You weren’t as smart or as talented as the other students, but you were a pleasant person to be around and that’s what the other people at the akademiya liked about you.

The way you met Dottore wasn't the most...conventional. You saw Dottore getting beat up by one student in a classroom, and you were feeling like a menace that day; so you simply hit said bully over the head with a book – hard. He’ll be fine right? A small blackout never hurt anyone anyways.

Dottore was confused. He also was quite concerned, you were standing over him and the other guy with a book in hand. Why wouldn’t he be concerned? 

You handed Dottore the book and left the classroom after that. You didn’t know him that well, you saw him around campus once in a while and you heard the rumors about him, but you never really talked to him. In all honesty, you didn’t care about him or his rumors. ‘Madman’ this, ‘homicidal maniac’ that, he’s passing his classes with higher marks than everyone else so he has to be doing something right. Right?

Ever since Dottore ‘met’ you, he’s been preoccupied with trying to find out more about you. Most people don’t hit a stranger over the head with a book. He’s overheard conversations about you and has been trying to find out what kind of person you are. Most people at the akademiya despise him – do you despise him too? Did you want a favor from him? So many questions about you plagued his mind since that day.

The first time you had a verbal conversation with Dottore was after one of your classes. You were having an existential crisis behind a building because you slept through your lecture and didn’t understand half of the material, and he was trying to hide from other students.

“I’m so going to fail, what does this even mean – maybe it’s not too late to drop out...” “[Name] it’s halfway through the second semester, yes it’s too late to drop out now.” 

At that moment, you started to realize that you didn’t really like Dottore. He’s not…awful, it’s more like he laughed at you mid-breakdown. Yeah, you can have inhumane experimentation ideas, but laughing at your panicked state was a big no-no. (It’s fine, you started to like him more as you got to know him better.)

You proceeded to try to subtly avoid him after that. You were polite to him because you had to be, but you didn’t want to deal with him too much after that conversation, but that’s hard to do when you saw him almost everywhere. Dottore was like gum stuck to your shoe that you couldn’t get rid of. 

Honestly having him around you wasn’t too bad, and after a little bit, you started to enjoy his presence. You kept the bullies away from him, and he helped you pass the classes that you tended to sleep through. Sometimes you felt sorry for him though, he is a little odd – if you count inhumane scientific suggestions as odd; but they’re just suggestions, right? So no harm done. Plus, his ideas were slightly interesting if you thought about it. 

The more you willingly hung out with Dottore, the more he grew addicted to the feeling. After a certain point, he starts to think of you as a close friend. Seeing how you were his only friend.

Dottore as your friend is a good and bad thing. It’s a good thing because he’s extremely helpful when it comes to your classes and he’s an entertaining person to be around, but it’s a bad thing because he’s such a wildcard.

He’ll bully you and pull pranks on you all the time. Your least favorite prank that he pulled on you was when he hid your Sumeru Akademiya uniform from you. Or when he promised to help you study but spoke in Fontaine/Fontais (French) the whole time.

I think Dottore’s feelings for you kind of snowballed. It slowly built up till the realization just kind of…crashed into him. He confirmed his feelings for you after he received a birthday gift from you. It was something really trivial honestly. He offhandedly mentioned that it was his birthday a few days prior and was surprised to see you with a neatly wrapped package the next day at his front door.

“Why are you here [Name]?” “This is for you Dottore.” Dottore looks at you puzzled “A package?” You sigh “A gift you idiot. A gift for you – for your birthday.” Looking at you like you're the weirdest thing he has seen he says “A gift for my birthday?” “Yes Dottore, a gift for your birthday.” “Why would I need a gift for my birthday?” “Have you never received a birthday gift before Dottore?” “...No?”

He was pleasantly surprised to see a mini tool kit inside the package. You knew he liked tinkering with stuff, and he was surprised you remembered that. He just kind of stood there in thought for a bit after that and was like 'wow this is nice, someone cares about my wellbeing'.

I also think Dottore would try to impress you by complimenting you or trying to “flirt” with you. Keyword – try. He’s so shit at it, it’s not even funny. He tries, he really does. He just wants you to feel like how he feels when he’s around you. He’s just not as good with his words as you are, though that could be because he was shunned by mostly everyone in his life for his whole life. 

When he’s complimenting you it either doesn’t make a lot of sense or it’s extremely backhanded, and when he’s trying to flirt with you he either forgets what he was supposed to say or just starts to insult you.

“[Name] if you were a…” “If I was a?” “I forgot what I was going to say [Name].”

Dottore isn’t really the type of person to do anything when he has a crush on someone. He won't actively try to seek out a relationship with you mainly because he doesn’t want to ruin the relationship he has with you. He may be bad with social cues, but he understands if you don’t reciprocate the feelings he has for you it could mess up your guys’ current relationship.

On a different note, he’d do anything for you. You were the only person who really showed him any form of kindness, even if that kindness was extremely minuscule at first. He appreciates everything you've done for him – whether that’s getting him gifts, or cooking him meals, he’s really thankful you do that for him. He’s just so whipped for you.

Il Dottore is a man that found an obsession with the feeling of being wanted. A feeling that you have provided for him, and one day he hopes he can tell you how he feels.