#Kaveh x You

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 6 — BLOW JOB/DEEPTHROATING

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — cyno, tighnari, sethos, kaveh

— warnings. — fem! reader, oral (male! receiving) sloppy n messy, whiny boys

⚝ — CYNO

there was nothing nicer for cyno other than having you between his spread thighs, his muscles flexing as you look up at him all cutely— parted lips shimmering of his cum and your spit, eyes glassed out.

the man suddenly laughs, oh? a breathless, rough sound so hot that you had to moan around his shaft, tipsy of feeling him press against your tongue.

repeatedly, his tip snugs between the tightness of your throat, hard enough for him to feel every swallow you took— it's almost surreal, no one could explain the emotions he was going through as he lolls his head back, jaw parted, musing your name as you glide your fingernails along his thighs, playing with him, stroking his length and suckling tight.

certainly, you cannot lie but there was a boost in your ego whenever you interrupted your even rhythm with faint traces of your tongue lapping at his shaft, just barely skimming over his swollen cock— and suddenly cyno acts as if you've never gone down on him, that pout on his lips was cute too, especially when you do it. it drives you absolutely insane.

⚝ — TIGHNARI

you know exactly what you’re doing to tighnari, and as you bob your head up and down, his voice held steady as to conceal his delirious grunts that you were so eager to hear— the lust continued as though he was gliding out of control, his fingers digging into the mattress when you decide to tighten your throat.

all the air left his lungs in a dizzy rush when you guzzle around his cock filthily, doing it on purpose of course, you see— tighnari adored hearing you slurping and smacking at the taste of him, it has his cock twitching, burning of wanting to cum between your precious lips and have the blaze in your throat taken care of.

you're sucking him off violently now, twisting your tongue over the twitching veins as his lips bend between the edge of tingling and a numb sensation— feeling him slightly shift in his seat before you take him deeper in your mouth.

you smirk, his whole body seemingly running on autopilot each time you teased him, coaxed out dreamy sounds from past his lips as you showed him that in this scenario it was you being in charge.

⚝ — SETHOS

sethos held his breath, suppressing a squirm, "you're so good— at this," he grunts, a little whine making itself hearable, "fuck, but you know that, hah, right?" and he was breathing hard and fast through his nose as your eyes meet.

you're noticing how his adams apple bobs, how longingly he glazes at your lips— the wetness of your chin and cheeks swiveling his gaze into a dark glance as sethos gave in completely, all his senses feeling blurred.

not to mention, he was big, thick and warm on your tongue, repeatedly jutting from your wet, filthy mouth as you're showing him no mercy.

you feel your own body becoming too hot, his dripping dick simply too searing for your skin, your tongue and throat. still, you smirk at him, feeling him tremble when you notice his fingers skim through your hair, encouraging you to go faster, urging you to please please suck him off so desperately hard until his mouth was fully agape and panting.

the licks of your muscle were coursing so precisely like an acrylic drawing inside a prestige exhibition— but instead of succumbing to it fully, sethos already pictures you in his mind, later of course, when it's his turn to go down on you, please your little cunt just as he pictured it in his head.

⚝ — KAVEH

kaveh rolls his eyes in pleasure, his muscles tensing in a flaring race as your hand twitches, rubbing him slowly, the briefest brush of your fingertips tensing him up as he groans, bracing himself for your warm mouth.

and when you finally open it— strings of saliva popped into two pieces before you slowly slid it inside, promptly lunging forward to taste him.

slippery and urgent— you move your head up and down as he twitches in your palm with every compress of your hold.

only then, he begins to grind his hips up, desperately fucking your hand before brushing his doused bangs off his forehead— truly, kaveh was thinking about it earlier, but now, he cannot help himself but utterly unravel in front of your eyes, laying back as he helplessly fucks his hips up to meet your strokes.

"feels s-so good, mh, you look so pretty, like this," his words are like honey to your ears as he feels your tongue crush against his length before you speed up your rhythm, pulling an almost shrill cry from his lips and archons— how much you craved seeing your boyfriend like this.

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[aventurineswife]

Reader flinches during an argument😩🤚

You cna make it just flinching or them actually accidentally hurting reader, whatever you're more comfortable with

Characters: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Dan Heng, Kaveh and Therta (get it? Cuz The Herta can be shortened to Therta... haha... ha)

Trust Reforged in the Quiet

Tags: Jing Yuan x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, The Herta x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Emotional Vulnerability, Arguments, Flinching Reaction, Apologies, Reconciliation, Romantic Tension, Communication, Soft Moments.

Warnings: Emotional conflict, Raised voices, Accidental intimidation, Mentions of guilt and emotional vulnerability. (No physical harm or abuse.)

A/N: yeah... I totally got it, ahahaha.. ha 🧍‍♀️

The peaceful glow of the Luofu was overshadowed by the tense atmosphere between you and Jing Yuan. The General stood in his study, his eyes fixed on you, frustration flickering behind their usual calm. The argument had started small, but it spiraled into something you hadn’t anticipated.

“You don’t understand the weight of these decisions,” Jing Yuan said, his tone sharper than usual. “Every action has consequences—not just for us, but for the entire Alliance.”

“I’m trying to help you!” you shot back, voice trembling. “But you keep shutting me out like I’m just an outsider!”

Jing Yuan ran a hand through his long hair, visibly exasperated. “It’s not about shutting you out—it’s about protecting you. Don’t you see that?”

When he suddenly stepped closer, his voice louder than before, you instinctively flinched, taking a step back. His eyes widened, his anger evaporating in an instant.

“Wait…” His voice softened. “Did you just flinch?”

You looked down, ashamed. The moment hung heavy in the air. Jing Yuan’s heart ached at the sight of you retreating from him, and he cursed himself for letting his emotions overwhelm his judgment.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, his hands hovering before dropping to his sides. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He took a step back himself, giving you space. “I would never hurt you.”

You hesitated before nodding, your eyes still wary. Jing Yuan took a deep breath, his usual calm returning. He walked to his desk, retrieved a cup of tea, and set it down in front of you.

“Let’s talk—properly this time,” he said, his voice steady but laced with remorse. “I want to listen to you, truly.”

And for the first time that evening, you felt safe enough to let him in.

The opulent office felt suffocating as Aventurine paced back and forth, his normally suave demeanor unraveling. You had challenged one of his high-stakes decisions, and he hadn’t taken it well.

“You think I didn’t calculate the risks?” he barked, his voice sharp as a blade. “You think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing?”

“I’m saying it’s dangerous, Aventurine!” you shot back, your voice rising to match his. “You can’t keep gambling with people’s lives like this!”

His eyes burned with frustration. “You don’t understand the game I’m playing! Every move I make is—”

When he spun to face you, gesturing emphatically, you flinched, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. The slight recoil stopped Aventurine mid-sentence. His hand, frozen mid-air, dropped to his side.

For a moment, silence reigned. Then, his voice came out softer, almost unsure. “Did I… scare you?”

You didn’t respond immediately, and that was answer enough. Aventurine’s usually confident mask cracked, revealing the guilt underneath. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his tone devoid of its usual bravado. “I let my temper get the better of me.”

You crossed your arms, your voice shaky. “I just want you to see that I care, Aventurine. You don’t have to face everything alone.”

He chuckled dryly, his smile weak but genuine. “It seems I’m the one who needs a reminder of that sometimes.” He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing yours. “Can we try this again? No shouting this time.”

You nodded, and as he led you to sit beside him, the gambler seemed determined to show you he was more than just his sharp words and risky strategies.

The gentle hum of the Astral Express felt distant as you and Dan Heng faced off in the library. He rarely raised his voice, but tonight, his frustration was palpable.

“You can’t just rush into danger like that!” Dan Heng exclaimed, his voice uncharacteristically forceful. “Do you have any idea how reckless that was?”

“I was trying to help!” you defended, equally upset. “You always act like I can’t handle myself!”

“Because you don’t see the risks!” He stepped forward, his hand clutching his spear. “What if something had happened to you? Do you think I could—”

When his voice rose further, and his spear clinked against the floor as he adjusted his grip, you flinched, taking a step back. Dan Heng immediately froze, his sharp eyes widening in realization. The air grew heavy with the weight of what had just happened.

“You…” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He set his spear down, his hands shaking slightly. “I didn’t mean to… I would never—”

You looked away, biting your lip. “It’s fine. I just… wasn’t expecting you to—”

“No, it’s not fine,” he interrupted, his voice steady but filled with guilt. “I lost control. That’s on me.”

Dan Heng lowered himself to sit on the edge of the table, his posture uncharacteristically vulnerable. “I don’t want to push you away. I’m just… scared of losing you.”

You hesitated before stepping closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m scared too, but we need to face this together. You don’t have to carry everything on your own.”

He nodded, his usual calm slowly returning. “You’re right. I’ll… do better.”

In that moment, you saw the real Dan Heng—not the stoic guardian, but the man who carried the weight of the past and feared losing the one person who made him feel safe.

The grandiose living room of Alhaitham's home felt oppressive as your argument with Kaveh escalated. He stood in the middle of the room, his expressive eyes alight with frustration. You had challenged one of his decisions, and his idealistic nature didn’t take it lightly.

“You don’t understand what this means to me!” Kaveh exclaimed, his voice shaking. “I worked my entire life to make a difference through my designs! And now you’re questioning that?”

“I’m not questioning your work, Kaveh,” you said, your voice tinged with desperation. “I’m worried about you! You’re pushing yourself too hard, taking on too much—”

“Because I have to!” he shouted, his hands flaring in an animated gesture. “If I don’t, who will? Do you think anyone else cares as much as I do?” He stepped closer, his tone growing sharper as he continued. “Stop acting like you—”

Your body reacted before your mind could catch up. You flinched, taking a small step back as his voice rose and his movements became more animated. The action stopped him in his tracks, the weight of the moment crashing down around him like a crumbling structure.

His arms dropped to his sides, and his face fell. “Did… did I scare you?” he asked, his voice suddenly quiet and laced with regret.

You didn’t reply immediately, your throat tight with emotion. “I—I didn’t mean to—” you started, but Kaveh shook his head, cutting you off.

“No,” he said firmly, his tone filled with self-reproach. “This isn’t on you. I… I shouldn’t have yelled like that.” He took a step back, giving you space, his eyes filled with guilt. “I never meant to make you feel unsafe.”

“Kaveh…” you began, your voice softening.

He turned away briefly, running a hand through his hair. “I let my emotions get the better of me. Again. It’s just… everything feels like it’s falling apart, and I’m trying so hard to hold it together.”

You stepped forward hesitantly, placing a hand on his arm. “I know you’re trying, Kaveh. But you don’t have to do it alone. You don’t have to carry this weight by yourself.”

He looked at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just… I don’t know how to let go. But I don’t ever want to hurt you, not even by accident.”

“You won’t,” you assured him, squeezing his arm gently. “But you need to let yourself rest, Kaveh. Let yourself breathe.”

He nodded slowly, his usual dramatic flair subdued by the gravity of the moment. “You’re right. I’ll… I’ll try. For you.”

And as the tension eased, you saw in his eyes the vulnerability he often tried to mask with passion and idealism—a man who cared so deeply, it sometimes consumed him.

The sterile halls of Herta’s spaceship echoed with the sharp edge of your argument. Herta stood before her console, her fingers tapping impatiently on its surface as she glared at you.

“Do you even understand the magnitude of what I’m trying to achieve here?” she asked, her tone biting. “This isn’t just some experiment—it’s a breakthrough!”

“I do understand,” you replied, your voice raised. “But you’re so focused on the outcome that you’re ignoring the risks!”

Herta’s eyes narrowed as she whirled around to face you, her movements swift and deliberate. “Risks are inevitable in science! If I stopped every time something was dangerous, we wouldn’t even have the Simulated Universe! You—” She gestured sharply, stepping closer as her voice grew louder.

The suddenness of her movement made you flinch, your shoulders tensing as you instinctively stepped back. The reaction was subtle but unmistakable. Herta froze mid-sentence, her eyes widening in realization.

She stared at you for a long moment, the tension in her posture dissipating. “Wait… did I just… scare you?” she asked, her voice unusually soft.

You looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s fine. I know you didn’t mean to.”

But Herta shook her head, her usual detached demeanor cracking. “No, it’s not fine,” she said, setting her clipboard aside. “I might be a genius, but that doesn’t give me the right to… intimidate you like that.”

You glanced at her, surprised by the remorse in her tone. “Herta…”

She crossed her arms, avoiding your eyes as she spoke. “I get so caught up in my work, I forget about the people around me. I’m sorry.” She sighed, her sharp wit returning slightly. “It seems even I have room for improvement.”

You chuckled softly despite the tension. “You think?”

She smiled faintly, stepping closer but keeping her movements slow and deliberate. “Let me make it up to you. I’ll explain everything properly this time—no yelling, no dramatics.”

You nodded, the knot in your chest loosening. “I’d like that.”

As she guided you to her desk, the usual confidence in her demeanor was tempered by a quiet sincerity. For the first time, you saw the side of Herta that wasn’t just a genius or a scientist, but someone who valued your trust more than any experiment.

[imaginarytheatre]

Jealousy, jealousy...

Many people want you, but they can't have you. They wouldn't allow it.

Pairings: Various x Reader

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

They couldn’t help it when his eyes followed you across the room. You were so bright, truly the sun that watched over Teyvat. And unfortunately for him, many people gravitate to the vibrant sun. Logically, it makes sense. The sun is so warm. Almost anyone would want to be near it. But you're their sun and you're meant to only be their sun. The way the others keep vying for your rays infuriates them. Look at them again please, they want to be yours so badly. Being yours would be their greatest honour, please allow it to them. But, they love you too much to ruin things now. If they drove you away… they'd never forgive their own existence. For now, they’ll be the sunflower, following you along as you allow. And should any weeds irritate you, they’ll handle it. 

WANDERER, Beidou, Alhaitham, Kinich, Raiden Ei, Lyney, Xiao, Yae Miko, Kazuha, CHILDE

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

It’s not their fault they’re so clingy! They just love you a lot, so love them too please…? You’re such a hero, helping the nations of Teyvat with your big heart. It’s hard to not love you honestly. They want to curl around you, attaching themselves onto you. Doesn’t matter if it’s technically embarrassing, they love you too much to care. Other people love you too? …oh cool. It doesn’t bother them… Argh, oh alright it bothers them deeply! They knew they weren’t the only one you were just so kind to, but to see others fawn over you like that– they can’t take it! You’re too amazing, obviously others would be drawn to such a personality. They get it because they’re the same. But still, it doesn’t help their bleeding heart. Hey, pay attention to them please…

FURINA, Kaveh, Hu Tao, Mavuika, NAVIA, Itto, Nilou, Yoimiya, Thoma

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

How is it that you are the most important person in their life? They’re so important, having big jobs and even bigger dreams. Yet, all they think about is you. Worse, imagining you hanging around others while they’re working… It impedes their work, but they couldn’t care less. You’re their dream now, wanting to fulfill your desires full-time. Seeing that smile lace your face is their salary, and a hug is their bonus. Losses might be part of business, but they can’t handle losing you. For a rival to steal you away, it might as well be fraud. Would it be corporate greed to ask for a promotion as your partner? Accompanied by sweet kisses as new compensation, of course. Truthfully, even your presence recoups the losses in their life. So tie your businesses together; may no rival overtune. For no one, will prosper like them.

Ningguang, WRIOTHESLEY, Neuvillette, Arlecchino, Zhongli, Xianyun, Kamisato Ayato, Kokomi 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

[starryal1na]

─ 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

genre: fluff, sfw

word count: 1.4k

characters: aventurine, sunday, boothill, mr reca, alhaitham, kaveh

notes: those headcanons are coming from my silly little mind so don't take them too seriously (ᵕ—ᴗ—) i tried to write them as canon as possible but it might come off as a bit ooc (especially mr reca since we still don't know much about him...) i personally had lots of fun writing for them since they are my favorites male characters from the games <333

Aventurine 𔘓

kisses you as if it were his last – an emotional kisser – needs to be complimented

If you're at the kissing stage with him, congratulations since he doesn't let just anyone in his life. Let alone sharing such an intimate act. Kissing Aventurine may come across as desperate, dare I say needy. It's a lot since he pours all of his emotions into each press of his lips on yours. You feel everything– his complete devotion to you, his fear of losing you, even his inner battles about whether keeping you in his life is a good idea. Even so, each of his kiss is meaningful. No matter how intense it gets, you cherish the way he allows himself to put his guards down with you.

Since he has low self-esteem, compliment him on how good his lips feel on yours. Whisper sweet words here and there between kisses until his features soften, easing all of his worries. Because he craves validation more than anything, your praise will have his heart melting in no time. Only then will he feel more confident, taking the lead and locking your lips in a passionate heated kiss. He will leave you panting and asking for more <3

Sunday 𔘓

kisses you with the greatest care – your lips are his hyperfixation (he will think about them all day long)

He is kinda shy, not daring initiate a kiss even though he dreams of kissing you over and over again. Ever since your first kiss, Sunday hasn't been able to get enough. He unapologetically stares at your lips when you talk, smile or even eat something, fantasizing about making them swollen from a make out session. All his thoughts shut down as soon as you indulge him, crashing your lips against his. It's like he is on cloud nine, the plush of your lips eager yet delicate.

His lips are soft, the softest you've ever felt. He isn’t particularly fond of tongue kissing so he prefers to give you soft, gentle pecks. However, if he feels confident he will deepen them, his body pressing closer to yours as muffled gasps of delight escapes his mouth. And when he kisses you, it’s as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. He is careful with the way he holds you, as if you might break if he dares to tighten his grip. Speaking of hands, he is always touching you. His personal favorite is keeping one hand on your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheekbone while resting the other on your waist guiding you even closer to him <3

Boothill 𔘓

a biter – and a cheeky kisser – loves to cover your face in kisses only to smother your lips over and over again

He is all for heatedly making out with you. It doesn't matter if you're in public or not, he isn't unshamed at all if it means having his pretty lover panting in his robotic arms. He loves to tease you, especially with his sharp pointy teeth. Whenever you're sitting on his lap, breathlessly following the lead Boothill sets for your make out session, he grazes his sharpened teeth over your bottom lip at some point. It's just enough to hurt a little but he knows deep down you like it this way, so why not take advantage of it ?

Aside from the biting, Boothill also loves teasing you by purposely avoiding your lips. In those moments you wish you had the power to complain, but you're left speechless. He is surprisingly soft as he presses his lips against your forehead, eyelids, cheekbones and then all the way down to your chin and neck. He is taking his time with you, cherishing these quiet moments with you since being a Galaxy Ranger is far from being safe. It's when you're looking at him with eyes full of love, of belonging, that he locks your lips into a tender kiss. But, as cheeky as he is, he pulls away only to press another kiss on your lips, this time with more force. Then another, and another, until it turns into quick breath-stealing kisses. It’s endearing though, how utterly adorable he can be when it comes to you and the way he loves you <3

Mr Reca 𔘓

a perfomative kisser – needs the setting to be perfect in order to kiss you – makes comments about the kisses

As a film director, Reca is an expert at building up a romantic kissing moment— and that applies to his love life as well. Whenever he wants to kiss you, it has to be perfectly executed, to the point where he practically writes the script for your kisses beforehand. It might comes across as superficial, but that’s just how he operates. Otherwise he’d be disappointed in himself. The setting must be romantic enough, so he usually takes you to a breathtaking landscape, a luxurious restaurant or carefully arrange your shared space– dimly lit with candles, with soft, romantic music playing in the background. Every detail must align with his vision of the perfect moment.

Kissing him is perfect. As intented. You don't mind that it was planned since you acknowledge his need to be in control of it. He just wants to be good to you. Plus, he knows how to work you up. Tilting your chin up, he compliments you on how gorgeous you look before closing the gap between your lips. The warmth of his lips is so comforting to you, as is the way he holds you. You can't help but roll your eyes when you hear the enthusiastic "magnificient !" comment he manages to blurt out. The only response he gets is you deepening the kiss, determined to shut him up for good <3

Alhaitham 𔘓

lazy kisser – doesn't kiss a lot but when he does he blows your mind – leaves you breathless and acts like nothing happened

He barely takes the initiative himself, unless you’ve been making out for a long time. Alhaitham's lack of action doesn't come from not enjoying it— it's just that he doesn't really think about it. Most of the time, it's you who come to him asking for a kiss. He never denies you the pleasure of having your pretty lips on his but, like I said, you have to work for it. If you don’t, he simply stands there and give you a chaste kiss.

Other times it's just that Alhaitham likes to tease you, purposely reacting slowly until you grow impatient and take matters into your own hands. Alhaitham patiently waits, curious to see how far you want to go with him. You have piqued his interest and that's all you needed, biting then licking his bottom lip before deepening the kiss. Soon enough, he is the one taking control, moving your lips together as he pulls you on his lap and keeps you as close as possible to him. Because yeah, Alhaitham can be very clingy when he wants to. As soon as you're done, he goes right back to his reading, looking completely unaffected (he is not though, he is internally blushing) <3

Kaveh 𔘓

kisses a lot – steals kisses whenever he has the chance to – unapologetic about the amount of kisses he shares with you (he is just a sweetheart okay)

He is the one who, I believe, would kiss you the most out of the others. He takes initiative a lot. Whenever you cross paths, he stops you just to press his lips on yours. Doing the dishes ? A kiss. Doing errands ? He subtly pulls you into a corner to steal one. Getting ready for the day ? One, two, three...... ten kisses before he finally lets you leave the house. You're not complaining, not when it means seeing him all giddy and flustered afterward. And honestly, it’s not like it leaves you indifferent either. So really, it’s a win-win situation.

The roles are reversed when he is overworking himself on a project. Convincing him to take a well-deserved break is tough, but once he does he is rewarded with the softest kisses in the quiet of his study. He sighs contentedly at the mere brush of your lips, as if you’ve just given him the ability to function properly all over again. His work fades from his mind the moment you leave him with shiny, swollen red lips. And if you sneak into his study every now and then to steal more kisses while he works, he doesn’t complain in the least <3

/!\ don't steal, translate or repost this and claim it as you own /!\

[shanieveh]

crying in the genshin men's arms !

KAVEH who immediately thought it was his fault the moment he saw tears in your eyes. Who says sorry repeatedly, over and over again and ends up crying with you. He lets you cry, he lets you be be heard. He knows the endless pain bottling it up has, and he makes sure to hear everything you rant. You were worth more than that. You were worth more to be treated like him.

CYNO who doesn't know what to do when you cry. It was no time for jokes. But he still said one, and as your crying face burst into a fit of laughter. As he said more jokes, they became less funnier, but the memory of the general mahamatra trying all his hardest to think of a joke just to cheer you up remains a place in your heart. And the thought of you cheering up will forver rest in his mind.

SCARAMOUCHE who prepares you a warm meal and loving cuddles as he caresses your head, listening intently to the situation. He made sure you weren't cold, and even if you teased him of his out of character behavior when all of it was over it didn't matter. For your gleeful teasing was better than your sad one.

KAEYA instantly pulls you in his chest when a single tear came out your eyes. The way he touch you, and felt you, and loved in that very moment poured out the tears even more. He wanted for you to let it all out. For you to tell your thoughts, your feelings, for you to do the privilege he never had. He would never let you be like him, you will be free. To choose, to love, to live.

NEUVILLETTE was touched by how you show your emotions to him, your weakness, and the vulnerability it held. To be enough for you to see that. He hushes you gently as if the whole world stops and the rain starts pouring. You feel like all will be alrigh as he lulls you into sleep singing a childhood lullaby. After all, the hydro dragon is at peace once his beloved is here.

ALHAITHAM was one to frame emotion as the primary suspect for failure. But it was the reason why he loved you so much. Why do you look so pretty when you cry? He asks only inside his head. And as he ultimately finds out the reason it's a promise it will be quelled. Your crying can kill him and it is only your smile that can make him feel alive.

[mondaymelon]

₊⊹ 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐩 ! ♡. | xiao, kaveh, gorou, lyney, wriothesley x gn!reader

⤷ art by @/grimruu on twitter... i added the boops :> .. fluff, established relationship. dw its an actual fic ( just trsut me )

" boop ! "

— 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

he's startled, that's something certain. xiao's not used to random actions like this; shouldn't one move with purpose...?

blinking at you, his round eyes are more so filled with surprise than disdain. "what... what did you just-" yet... well, you've just tapped your finger to his nose, and now you're grinning like an idiot... truly, the hearts of mortals were something he'd never quite understand.

"it's fun!" yet again, you move forwards, and while xiao is expecting another "boop" from your finger, he's caught off guard when you give him a small kiss on the nose instead.

"boop."

xiao's voice is uncharacteristically faint, quiet. "ah..."

he hides his face behind a hand, trying to evade his clear embarrassment before it catches your eyes. "you're so... stupid."

... and you'd almost believe it, if it weren't for the evident flush dusted across the tips of his ears.

" boop ! "

— 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

he's well into his third drink by the time you boop his nose, and it takes him another few seconds and a lethargic blink or two before he even registers the action.

when he does, a silly smile spreads across his face, his already drunkenly flushed cheeks warming further. "booop?" the word slurs together, and a slow finger moves to boop you on your nose as well.

too bad, it misses the mark, and he ends up poking your upper lip, frowning when he does so. "ah, oops... lemme try again..." this time, he manages to find your nose. a smugly proud smile appears on his features thanks to the success.

god, he was so pathetic. you loved him for it.

cupping his cheek, you sneakily lean forward and press a kiss to his nose. his skin is warm to the touch. "boop." before he can strike back, you hit him with a double combo, this time kissing him on the lips.

"whuh.. no fair," his eyebrows furrow as he pouts childishly. "i wan..na... too..."

he falls asleep before he can finish his sentence, slumping onto the table and conking out immediately. as expected. you tuck his messy hair behind his ear with a fond smile. he'd have a hell of a headache in the morning. ah, but... tolerating his whines would be worth it — you'd gotten to kiss him, after all.

... his lips tasted like wine.

" boop ! "

— 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐔

he jolts like he's been shocked, and you have to suppress a laugh at the sight. "e-eh, what was-?" one of his ears twitches subconsciously, and you can tell he's trying to maintain eye contact to the best of his abilities. hey, it wasn't everyday your lover swung by camp just to tap you on the nose... were you teasing him??

"it's a boop." you state it, matter-of-fact, and gorou only grows more helplessly confused. "boop." just like that, you poke him again. his eyes widen in realization (though he's far off the mark). agh, could it be that more rumors had spread of his "good luck", except this time, instead of rubbing his ears for good fortune, it's tapping his nose instead..?

you watch his eyes swirl with perplexion — really, what was the point in watching those highly-acclaimed entertainment films from fontaine when an entire life's worth of entertainment was right in front of you? "c'mon, don't tell me you've fallen for it too?"

...what was he even talking about? no matter, it was cute seeing him panic (though he'd disagree). you smile at him cheekily, "fallen? why, gorou, the only thing i've fallen for is you ~"

silence.

then the sound of someone choking. gorou upright sputters, his face hopelessly red, before springing forward and getting his revenge; that is, kissing you on the tip of your nose, too embarrassed to keep his eyes open while doing so.

"ugh, you're such a tease..."

... how could you not be, when he was so adorable?

" boop ! "

— 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐄𝐘

he smiles, his eyes twinkling as they become upturned crescents. "oh? a tap to the nose..." he seems oddly delighted in the action, and perks up not long after, with a strange, mischievous shine in his eyes.

he shuffles through his signature deck of cards with a grin. "love, why don't you pick a card? any card from the deck, whichever one you want~"

you eye him suspiciously.

he has the demeanor of a cunning cat, one that if you turn your gaze away from for a mere second, is sure to cause trouble. well... he was your lover, so you should have some faith in him. drawing a card from the ones he's presented in his hands, you receive the two of hearts.

before you can even properly glance up from your cards, you're met with a faceful of brilliant red roses, each delicate petal perfectly curving in place and green, glistening leaves healthy and lush. lyney's the one behind it all, a smug smile on his lips, and before you can even open your mouth to speak, he leaps forward and swiftly kisses your nose.

"boop."

and he sticks his tongue out, smoothly tucking a rose (without thorns, mind you) into your hair.

hell, he was so smooth. your brain wasn't even able to register half his actions until half a minute after, and when you did, your face burned.

"haha~ what's wrong, love?"

... this guy was seriously dangerous for your heart.

" boop ! "

— 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

he stares you dead in the eyes, in a sort of, "did you really just do that?" kind of way. it's not that he's disappointed, per say, but more so shocked; even siegewinnie wouldn't dare do such a thing like pokingg the duke's nose, (on second thought, maybe she would)... either way, he sits there in a sort of shell-shocked manner, the cup of tea he had begun to lift to his lips long forgotten. "you..."

"boop." you say it like it's all the explanation he needs. in case he doesn't understand, you'll be so generous as to say it a second time, nodding your head for extra confirmation. "boop."

he lets out a lighthearted sigh, one that makes it easy to tell he's on the edge of releasing a chuckle. crossing his arms over his desk and leaning over it, he grabs your chin with his fingers, gently lifting it to raise your gaze to his level.

"boop." this time, he's the one booping you, and he seems all too amused about it, a sly smile on his lips as he does it moves to do it once more. "boop."

hey, was he copying you-? the thought isn't able to completely form before your brain utterly short circuits; the reason? none other than the duke of the fortress of meropide kissing your nose, of course.

wriothesley's enjoying this way too much... yet he seems so utterly unaffected when he pulls away, settling back into his chair and taking a serene sip of his tea, like he hadn't just committed several war crimes against your heart.

... fuck, if it skipped too many beats, would you die??

(a/n) happy boop- i mean april fools dayyy !! mwah mwah watch me pull some "im quitting" shii next year :>

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[cynoswifey]

Cockwarming Genshin men

Characters: Althaitham, Kaveh,Cyno,Tighnari, Scaramouche and Kaeya

Warnings: NSFW topics involved

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Althaitham-

Althaitham is very busy as the acting grand sage most of the time leaving you to your own devices. But here he is looking real pretty reading a book on the couch . So what else can you do but palm him through his pants earning a glance from then finally unbuckle his pants and sit comfortably on his dick. Moments like these are Alhaithams favorite he gets to read a book while being in your gummy walls that provide him with such warmth that he doesn't want you to move. Oh but after hes done with his book you better believe hes giving you the fucking of a life time

Kaveh-

Kaveh has had his mind so occupied with designing something that's he has worried his pretty wife. There he is drawing up ideas while looking stressed. Why not be a good wife and give him a blowjob hm? He try's to focus on the drawing but the way his dick is hitting the back if your mouth is driving him crazy earning yourself a mouth full of cum and a fully erect dick. Go ahead and sit yourself on him. He won't last long like this soon his focus is completely on you.

Cyno-

During a late TCG game with Althaitham, Kaveh, and Tighnari at the usual bar. Cyno uses the excuse that there is no chairs to have you sit on his lap to which he moves your panties to the side and slips his dick into you. He claims it helps him focus on the game your glad the skirt your wearing is covering where you both are connected. Then Tighnari points out how your cheeks are red and ask if your okay while putting a hand on your forehead which like all your body jd warm. He assumes you have a fever and suddenly the night of TCG is finished... thank goodness right?? Nah Cyno is going to have is way with you when you both get home

Tighnari-

Tighnari had just shot his load into you it still wasnt enought though. Even if his mind is hazed with lust from his heat he knew you were tired. So he gave you the option to take a nap on his shoulder. And so you did with his pretty dick still inside you. It takes every fiber in his being to not thrust up into you. He is able to only last an hour before he grips your hips and begins to thrust into you. Waking you up from your nap.

Scaramouche-

You sat on Scara's lap. Actually he was the one who sat you there. He dragged you early to a harbinger meeting sat down unzipped his zipper, moved your panties to the side and sat you on his dick. The meeting started soon towards the end Pierro asked you a question. Mid way through your answer scaramouche thrust into you causing your voice to raise a pitch. No one asked questions about it. But Scara teased you about it while he stuffed you full of him after the meeting

Kaeya-

Kaeya had you bended over his desk while he took you from behind. You had a hand placed in your mouth to control you moans. You felt the familiar feeling of your oragasm approaching and so did Kaeya. But then there's a knock at the door. Keaya smirks sits down his chair and seats you on top of him slipping himself into you again. He tells the person to come in. The person is Jean and came to tell Kaeya something you could care less and had your focus on Kaeyas dick inside you. Kaeya answers Jean so smoothly your honestly surprised at how well he is. Eventually there conversation comes to an end and then Jean acknowledges how red your cheeks are and ask if your feeling sick. Kaeya does not you hear the end of it after that

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[angelsrcute]

Imagine Kaveh fucking you while Al haitham sleeps beside. Kaveh's hand on your mouth as he tries to quiet you down so that his roommate doesn't wake up. Why you're fucking like this? Someone got a little too horny. Though Kaveh let out a loud moan when he felt you clench around his dick, waking up Al Haitham. Well, looks like you won't be able to walk tomorrow, so just cuddle with your lovers instead. <3

“Enjoying aren't you Kaveh? How selfish of you to start the party without me.”

[lavenderchqn]

✧・| a little silly on my shoulder

— the tiny adventures you go on with a partner who has adhd

content warnings: reader referred to as [y/n]; mentions of medication, very likely a bad description of what adhd is like

[note.] — feel like it's been ages since I've done anything for the sumeru crew ngl. also a very late sethos debut (nobody is surprised)

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

date of posting — may 4th 2025

[ilyuu-archive]

notes.

ft. alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, scaramouche & xiao.

warnings : modern au, established relationship, cursing (scaramouche), crack, fluff!!, lots of fluff!! lmk if i missed anything!

and thank you for the inspiration @fuxuannie (sorry for the sudden tag!!)

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[anantaru]

— does he like it when you're being clingy?

including wriothesley, neuvillette, kaveh, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & crack, lots of physical touch, established relationship, kissies, love sick genshin men

— wriothesley

as much as wriothesley shows off his strong demeanor for the outside world to see, he cannot lie to himself when it comes to you— because the duke likes seeing you be clingy with him and search for his vehemence.

to him, there was nothing better than having your arms all padded up around him while you kiss his little worries away— so for all he cares, let the outside world call him bewitched if they must, or caught in an angelic spell for that matter. to wriothesley it didn't sound bad nor did he really give a damn about what a so called nobody would say about his life, alongside the fact that he found it quite amusing whenever they did talk about him.

the duke was exceptionally gentle with you, but sometimes he just wants to be able to see you love him in a whole differing modus other than you simply uttering out the three delicate words— in fact, wriothesley too, cares about you so much that he's trying to keep you around all the time, having you enveloped in his arms like he always daydreams of whenever you were apart from each other— hoping that you'd visit him so he could listen to whatever story you might tell him about.

now, was this a new feeling? well, yes. simply put, it was one he had never experienced before. the man had always been faithful, protective and nurturing in his life, so when love solidified the senses of his body, wriothesley was able to finally share his love with somebody.

what you did not know was that wriothesley was slightly frightened in the early stages of your relationship, to someone like the duke it wasn't particularly a breezy walk in the park to open up to another individual and realize that for the first time in his life, he was able to trust someone undoubtedly without fearing a possible mistreat.

now, he admits his love to you when he felt ready to do so, and when he does spell out the three words that bonded a relationship anew, your lips curl deeper into a passionate smile as he kisses the sides of your mouth.

your company alone was an important determination factor of his mood, and although he doesn't want to trouble you with his work, nor was he really allowed to share important and confidential details, wriothesley was certain that you would always be there to listen to him no matter what crossed his mind.

interesting how his heart has not once melted in his entire life prior to finding his soulmate. that's why in his eyes, there is no truer language than the language of love.

a cruel world that has been so cold go him surely wouldn't give him such wonderful gift?

alas, it did— wriothesley could feel it in his bones whenever you held him close to your chest late at night, his ear shell quietly pressed right above your heart. the silent vibrations place a pure tepidness of passion on his soul when he finds himself gradually softening to it, on all occasions smiling as he falls asleep in your arms.

— neuvillette

in the early stages of your relationship, when you had first placed your lips on neuvillette's, the three letter announcement evaporates from his tongue as fluid as when sunlight enters the raindrops and emerges as rainbows from afar.

and yes, much to his surprise he didn't die because of it, who would've saw that coming? although the iudex wholeheartedly believed that he would suffer from a cardiac arrest due to the vast bursts of anxiety gradually chugging away his confidence.

"can i sit on your lap?" you smile gently, unsure whether his silence is that of enthusiasm or distaste.

neuvillette can hardly register it at first before he presses out a pathetic little yes when his excitement reaches the roof of his head and violently breaks through it, showing you those open and loving eyes that were the golden entry to his soul.

you hear a deep, breathless pant when you sit on him, witnessing how a hefty amount of redness catches up to his face until battering his ears, ultimately coaxing out a shiver from his spine.

don't misunderstand his unusual reactions— but neuvillette couldn't quite fathom that you belonged to him and sought out his body like that, it's always special when you nonchalantly rounded your hands on his face and replenished his energy anew, as if his frame was reborn in its most perfect form solely when he felt your trace.

and so, he cannot get enough of your warmth— no wonder when you remind yourself of the pure emotions that he harbored deeply for you.

instinctively, you rest your body against his chest, a soft glow rounding up your facial features, "ah, can't wait until you're done with this," you huff and point at his office desk being crowded by a bunch of papers as you press a small peck against the tip of his nose, ruffling his hair a little.

"it is rather late, you mustn't stay here," he insists, a barely distinctive curve of his lips turning all the difference in the choice of his tone.

"oh? does that mean you want to get rid of me?" how terribly skilled you were when you soaked your words in viscous sarcasm— so skillful in fact that neuvillette would always fall for it head first, or that's what you thought.

he raises a brow before curving one arm around your waist, leaning you against his chest so you wouldn't be able to move an inch, even if you tried.

"now," he playfully scolds, "you, my love, couldn't be farer from the truth."

"and here i thought you must know me by now?"

"i'm joking with you!" you panic, battering his cheek with little kisses as if he didn't know— but neuvillette sees how happy you were whenever you believed you fooled him.

he cocks an eyebrow at you, his mannerism in a questioning stance.

"apologies, aren't jokes supposed to be humorous?"

you scoff, "hmpf, now you're just mean!"

— kaveh

from an outer perspective, one couldn't possibly figure out who was clingier towards the other person— and even with someone being a close friends of the both of you, it's beyond the bounds of possibility to crown a winner.

you or kaveh? who yearned for the attention of the other more? to answer such difficult question, you should first know of the moniker a certain scribe has given you, in fact, within your friend-group kaveh and you had instantly claimed the title of most insufferable couple.

you might wonder, was that a bad thing? oh well, not at all!

and kaveh doesn't even attempt to conceal the priceless smirk on his face whenever he heard his roommate address the both of you as that— it turned him deeply fulfilled that everyone was able to see how crazy he was about you.

your heart feels full by his comforting arms that each throb rattles across your limbs and muscles, feeling weightless at the welcoming cradle— your love being whole, one touch and a gentle kiss on the lips and you feel on a bed of roses, tucked up in velvet.

"what is it?" kaveh leans at you, raising a brow at the way you peak behind his shoulder. during closer inspection, you catch up on a sneaky little smirk that frames his lips the more you focused on what's behind him, "c'mon baby, tell me," kaveh kisses your cheek.

"i think they're calling us insufferable again." you point behind his shoulder, specifically at a table with three people— one wholly focused on the cards in his hands and remaining unbothered while the others sneakily glanced over to you every now and then, whispering incoherent mumbles into each others ears with their palms covering their lips.

and your words don't achieve anything besides making him all the more amused when he wraps his arms around your waist, it's evident, very much so but kaveh was fond of the situation— perhaps he even prided himself on it, he has the audacity to act surprised though.

he laughs, nudging the tip of his nose against your jaw, "they're probably just talking about a way to beat cyno in tcg."

he continues, "we should leave early," and states firmly, "but i think alhaitham took my keys again."

"how does this always happen?" you note tiresomely before dropping your head onto his shoulder— a little too dramatically so that the scribe picked up on it immediately, revealing a triumphant smirk.

perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe that was unable to be compared, this sweet addiction that no matter what situation you were in, big or small, if it's the two of you facing it together, it was nothing.

— scaramouche

even if scaramouche doesn't straight out admit it to you, he likes it whenever you were clingy with him— and after a good while of you two being in a relationship, he will more and more show his genuine love of it until he’s practically playing with the thought of begging for more.

in the beginning it starts by how fast his cheeks flame red and his focus dwindling as you hug him. after that particular encounter scaramouche memorizes what you did and decides that this must be a proper way to greet you as well— maybe even give you a little kiss on the cheek if he's feeling like it.

scratch that, what he lacks was the courage to go that far.

but no matter how often you would greet him this way, the action alone send him spiraling, shyly snuggling closer to you, inch by inch, although not risking it to hold eye contact and instead averting his gaze as he attempts to indulge in it nervously— stiff as concrete with both arms frozen on each side of his body when you wrapped your limbs around him.

he leans into your touch and closes his eyes— how warm, it's as if the sun itself would shine down on him and prickle on his skin, you feel so whole, like a home.

your touch, it's difficult to explain besides the fact that it carries such passion, and before scaramouche could register it— what was once scarred long ago expresses gentleness all of a sudden. 

although not everything from his past could be forgotten, yet your presence made it bearable.

what was also a crucial task to scaramouche was his recent curiosity in understanding the concept of love and how he fell for it— while he ultimately came to the conclusion that the only way to understand love is to feel it, attempt to embody it, or embrace it in its complete form. 

next time, you greet him with a blank look on your face as he applies your method on you first, slightly catching you off guard as he welcomes you home almost wordlessly, taking your hand in his cold one when he pulls you into a hug— it is a silent engage and the way he practically dragged you into him made your forehead smack his shoulder.

thankfully scaramouche doesn't have to speak in order for you to understand what he was trying to signalize here.

what's following next would be considered even sillier than him blatantly copying you, but when the two of you walk alongside each other through the hustling streets of sumeru city, you flinch a little at a strong grab on your hand ambushing you, "hey, nope— hold on, stop walking and give me your hand dammit," scaramouche scoffs as he chases after it, when with a quick motion, he traps it finally and tangles his digits around your own.

"there's no fun if i make it easy," you wink, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw, "i like the faces you make when you're mad, you know? your expressions are so cute."

"don't you realize you're wasting time like that?" scaramouche clicks his tongue before squeezing your hand in his grasp, letting out an audible hmph before turning his head towards the street.

"honestly? that's fine by me," you coo softly, smothering him with the attention he craves as more of your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his palm.

"as long as you still love me, of course."

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[hyuniemyunie]

Crushing heads

genshin men x chubby gn!reader

sfw

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(ФωФ): crushing head between your thighs. suggestive-ish..?

itto, kaveh, childe, neuvillette, kaeya

im gonna do this with a few other fandoms🙏 but tbh with genshin logic if youre slightly above 50kgs youre considered chubby💀

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

Unmovable, Unstoppable

There wasn’t much in life that could make Arataki Itto shut up.

He was loud, brash, always ready to boast about his strength, his gang, his unbeatable top dog status. He’d go on and on about how Arataki “The One and Oni” Itto was the strongest, the bravest, the absolute best at everything he set his mind to.

But right now?

Right now, he had forgotten how to breathe.

You were standing there, hands on your hips, looking at him like you were waiting for something. He had no idea what that something was, because his brain had short-circuited the moment he really looked at you.

Not just glanced—looked.

The kind of look that seared itself into his skull and made his heart beat way too fast.

He had always thought he had a type—someone small, cute, delicate. But you?

You were everything. You were warmth and presence and the kind of strength that could flatten a man with just a glare. And Archons above, Itto had never wanted to be flattened so badly in his entire life.

“Wow,” he breathed, blinking rapidly. “You—uh—wow.”

You squinted. “That’s it? Wow?”

“I—yeah? No! I mean—uh—” Itto scratched the back of his head, his fingers tangling in his wild hair as he tried desperately to make his brain work. “It’s just—you’re, like—really strong-looking. Like, I bet you could take down a whole herd of wild boars with your bare hands. That’s crazy cool.”

You smirked. “Is that your way of saying you like what you see?”

Itto immediately turned red.

“WH—NO—YES—WAIT.” He held up his hands as if to physically block the words that had just come out of his mouth. “That’s not—I mean—yes, obviously, because look at you! You’re awesome and hot, like so hot! But also, uh, not in, like, a weird way! I just mean, like—uh—”

You crossed your arms, watching him flail with an amused glint in your eyes. “You talk big, Itto, but I’m starting to think you wouldn’t last five minutes against me.”

His entire body reacted before his brain could catch up.

“EXCUSE ME?!” He slammed a hand over his chest like you had just personally challenged his oni pride. “Listen, buddy, I may be a lover and a fighter, but I never back down from a challenge!”

You grinned. “Good.”

That was how Itto found himself on the ground, legs sprawled, arms limp at his sides, with your thighs wrapped firmly around his head.

He had lost. Spectacularly.

He had rushed in, all brute force, all confidence, all big oni energy—and you had dropped him like it was nothing. Like he was a practice dummy. Like all his muscles and brute strength didn’t matter one bit when faced with someone who actually knew how to handle him.

And now?

Now he was trapped.

Your thighs flexed around his skull firmly, pressing in just enough to make his breath stutter. His entire body twitched. He was burning up. Not just from the pressure, but from the sheer humiliation—from how much he liked it.

He let out a strangled whimper.

You laughed, shifting slightly to squeeze just a little tighter. His legs kicked.

“Wow,” you teased, mirroring his earlier words. “You—uh—wow.”

Itto made another garbled sound, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air before he grasped at your thighs—not to push you away, oh no, but to hold on like his life depended on it.

His face was fully buried between them now, burning hot, and he had never felt so helpless. Not in fights, not in beetle battles, not ever.

And Archons, he loved it.

You tapped a finger against his forehead. “C’mon, big guy, what happened to all that talk? Weren’t you supposed to be the strongest?”

Itto groaned, the sound muffled. His fingers dug into your thighs, but there was zero force behind it—just a grip that said please don’t move.

You smirked. “Nothing to say? No big, dramatic monologue about how you’re gonna turn this around?”

Itto, for the first time in his entire life, had absolutely nothing to say.

His brain was fried. His pride was in shambles. His body was on fire.

And then, because of course this would happen—

“....Boss?”

A voice not that far away. A very familiar voice.

Shinobu.

His second-in-command.

The one person in his life who would never let him live this down.

“OH NO,” Itto wheezed.

You raised a brow, tilting your head. “Something wrong?”

Itto flailed. Actually flailed. “I—I CAN’T LET HER SEE ME LIKE THIS, MAN, I’LL NEVER HEAR THE END OF IT.”

You laughed, finally—finally—easing up. Itto gasped, gulping in air like a drowning man, his entire body sagging in relief.

His face was red. His limbs were jelly. His pride was nonexistent.

And yet—

Yet, as you stood up, stretching like that whole thing hadn’t just changed his entire worldview, Itto found himself staring at you with dazed, starry eyes.

“…Hey,” he croaked.

You looked down at him. “Yeah?”

Itto licked his lips, then grinned—wide, goofy, dangerous.

“…You wanna do that again sometime?”

Crimson & Crush

The battlefield had seen its fair share of warriors, but none like you.

Childe had fought all kinds of opponents—graceful assassins, towering brutes, even the strongest warriors in the Fatui—but you? You were different. Your presence alone was something he hadn’t accounted for. He had expected elegance, something fragile, something easy to overwhelm. Instead, he was met with raw power wrapped in a frame that defied every expectation.

And damn, did he love it.

He whistled low, arms crossed as he gave you a slow, appreciative once-over. The grin spreading across his lips was cocky, but there was an unmistakable gleam of admiration in his eyes.

“They don’t make ‘em like you in Snezhnaya,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed. “Childe—”

“I mean it.” He stepped closer, the teasing lilt in his voice not enough to mask the genuine awe beneath it. “You could probably crush a guy between those thighs.”

You raised a brow, smirking. “Are you volunteering?”

And oh, the way his cocky grin faltered for just a second—the way his ears burned, the flicker of something electric in his sea-blue eyes—told you everything you needed to know.

That was how you found yourself here, straddling the infamous Harbinger with his back pressed against the floor, breathless and flushed as your thick, powerful thighs locked around his head.

Childe was a man of battle, of blood and adrenaline. He had trained endlessly, pushed his body to the limits time and time again. But this? This was something entirely different.

He had underestimated you.

Your thighs clenched around his skull firmly, cutting off his breath in a way that sent a dangerous thrill down his spine. His hands, once so sure, so steady, now gripped at your hips as if to ground himself. His legs kicked out slightly, instinctive, but it wasn’t a move of resistance—it was pure, unfiltered shock.

He groaned, muffled by the sheer force of you, and you grinned down at him.

“What was that?” you teased, voice as sweet as honey but laced with undeniable dominance. “Speak up, Childe. Can’t hear you.”

A muffled whimper was his only response.

Oh, you liked that.

You shifted slightly, pressing your thighs tighter, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. His fingers dug into your skin, not to push you away but to hold on, to steady himself against the overwhelming sensation of being completely at your mercy.

You reached down, brushing his tousled ginger hair away from his forehead, tracing your fingers along the sharp lines of his jaw. His eyes, half-lidded and hazy, flickered up to meet yours, and the sheer desperation in them sent a spark of satisfaction through your veins.

“Still think you can handle me?” you murmured, tilting your head.

Childe, to his credit, tried to respond, but the words were lost beneath the pressure of your thighs. His breath came in short, shallow bursts, his pupils blown wide, his body thrumming with something primal, something bordering on worship.

A slow smirk curled at your lips as you eased up just slightly, letting him take a breath. He gasped, sucking in air like a man starved, but his hands never left your thighs. If anything, they squeezed tighter, anchoring himself to you.

“Fuck,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “That—” He swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “That was—”

You arched a brow, waiting.

His chest heaved, and then he grinned—wide, unrepentant, eyes shining with something feverish.

“Amazing.”

You laughed, leaning down until your lips were just a breath away from his. “Oh, Childe,” you purred, voice dripping with amusement, “we’re just getting started.”

And the way his breath hitched, the way his grip on your hips tightened, told you that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

The Weight of Water

Neuvillette was not a man easily shaken.

His existence spanned centuries, his knowledge vast, his emotions carefully measured like the tides. He had witnessed storms rage and seas settle, had presided over justice with the impartiality of rain falling upon all.

And yet—

“Oh.”

The single syllable escaped him before he could stop it.

You turned, giving him a curious glance. “Oh?”

Neuvillette blinked, caught in the act of openly staring. His throat worked as if to correct himself, but nothing came. You stood there, obliviously radiant, your presence a force all its own.

Strong. Unapologetic. Unshaken.

You were unlike the delicate figures carved into Fontaine’s fountains, unlike the refined nobility that whispered their pleasantries in court. You were something solid, something real, something that made the very water in his veins stir.

He swallowed. “Forgive me. That was… unprofessional.”

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your gaze. “So, what was the ‘oh’ for, then?”

Neuvillette hesitated, hands clasped neatly behind his back. The words were improper. Indiscreet. But they burned his tongue regardless.

“You are…” He exhaled, slow and controlled. “Magnificent.”

A slow smile curved your lips. “Oh?” you echoed, stepping closer. “Magnificent, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to say something so bold, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

His gaze flickered away for just a second, his usual composure shifting beneath something far less steady. “It was merely an observation,” he murmured. “One cannot ignore the presence of a storm.”

You grinned. “Storms can be dangerous, you know.”

Something flickered in his expression. “I am aware.”

And yet, he did not step back.

The idea struck you then—an invitation, a challenge. Would he yield, this unshakable man of order? Would he bend beneath the weight of something stronger?

There was only one way to find out.

And that was how the Iudex of Fontaine found himself beneath you.

His back pressed against the cold stone floor, the only warmth he knew now was you. Your thighs, soft and unyielding, pressed against either side of his face, a contrast of comfort and absolute, undeniable strength.

A lesser man would have fought, would have flailed, would have yielded in a different way.

Neuvillette did none of those things.

Instead, he accepted it.

His breath came slow, measured—but there was no mistaking the tension in his fingers as they hovered over your legs, unsure whether to grasp or yield completely. His body, usually held with such rigid control, lay still beneath you, save for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

It was almost reverent.

You smirked, tilting your head. “No protests?”

A muffled sound—not quite a groan, not quite a sigh—escaped him.

You squeezed just a little tighter.

That did it.

His fingers twitched, gripping at the fabric of your clothing as his breath hitched beneath the weight of you. His composure cracked, just enough to let something slip—a low, shuddering exhale that sent a thrill up your spine.

“Oh?” you teased. “Did you just sigh?”

Neuvillette’s lips parted, his voice barely audible beneath you. “It is… quite overwhelming.”

You hummed, shifting just slightly. “Should I stop?”

A beat of silence.

“…No.”

Your grin widened. “No?”

His hands tightened their grip. His pupils, though half-lidded and darkened, held no deception. Only acceptance.

“…No.”

You exhaled, pleased. “Good.”

So you did not stop.

You did not stop as his breath grew shallow, as his pulse stuttered beneath your touch. You did not stop as his fingers clung just a little tighter, as the weight of centuries-old restraint melted away beneath something far, far stronger.

And Neuvillette, for the first time in a long, long time, let himself drown.

A Masterpiece in Motion

Kaveh had always considered himself a man of refined taste.

An artist. A visionary. Someone who saw beauty in its purest forms—be it the curvature of an archway, the intricate symmetry of a grand hall, or the way light filtered through stained glass to cast colors upon marble floors.

But you?

Oh, you were something else entirely.

A masterpiece in motion.

He had seen all kinds of beauty in his life—the delicate, fragile kind that artists revered, the kind that inspired poetry and sculptures and whispered sonnets. But you weren’t some dainty thing meant to be admired from a distance. No, you were real. You were warm, and so utterly breathtaking that it sent his poor artist’s heart into overdrive.

And so, before his brain could catch up with his mouth, the words spilled out.

“Oh, Archons, you’re gorgeous.”

The moment they left his lips, he froze. His eyes went wide. He knew, instantly, that he had said that out loud.

You blinked at him, tilting your head. “Did you just say that out loud?”

“I—what? No! I mean, yes! But—” He sputtered, his hands flailing as if he could physically snatch the words back from existence. “Listen, I am an architect, I have an eye for beauty, I can appreciate form, and—”

You grinned, utterly delighted. “So you’re saying you like what you see?”

Kaveh made a noise somewhere between a strangled laugh and a dying man’s last breath. His entire face burned, his hands frozen midair as if he were about to sculpt a defense out of sheer panic.

“I—well—” He swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at you. “It would be objectively incorrect to say otherwise.”

You stepped closer, the shift in distance making his breath catch. “Good,” you murmured, tilting your head. “Then let’s see how much you really appreciate form.”

That was how Kaveh found himself sprawled across the floor, his world framed by the breathtaking curve of your thighs around his head.

For a man who prided himself on eloquence, all thoughts had promptly evaporated.

He had always admired beauty from a respectful distance, always sought perfection in lines and symmetry, but this—this was a whole new experience. The sheer, unyielding strength of you, the way your thighs flexed against the sides of his head—it was overwhelming.

His hands, trembling slightly, settled against your thighs as if to steady himself. But Archons, you were soft and firm all at once, and the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

He let out a choked whimper.

You laughed, the sound sending a delightful shiver down his spine. “Oh? You sound like you’re struggling.”

Kaveh’s brain scrambled for something—anything—to say, but all he managed was a muffled, desperate sound as your thighs clenched just a little tighter.

You were relentless.

He felt lightheaded in the most intoxicating way. His fingers twitched against your skin, his face burning from more than just the lack of air. He was losing—and worse, he was loving it.

“This is quite the dilemma,” you mused, voice dripping with amusement. “You love beauty, don’t you, Kaveh?”

He let out a strangled noise of agreement.

“And you think I’m beautiful, don’t you?”

Another muffled whimper. His dignity was in shambles.

You smirked. “Then it would be a shame if you passed out before you could admire me properly.”

The warning was there, but you did not ease up.

Kaveh’s hands, so used to sketching delicate lines and tracing the edges of blueprints, now gripped onto you like a lifeline. His legs twitched, his chest heaved, and his mind was an absolute mess.

He was in heaven.

Just as his vision started to blur, you finally let up—just a bit—just enough for him to gasp in air, his body shuddering as oxygen rushed back into his lungs.

His head lolled back against the floor, golden eyes dazed, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession, his entire being struggling to process what had just happened.

Then, with what little strength he had left, he laughed. Breathless, shaky, but full of something dangerously close to adoration.

“By the Seven,” he wheezed, rubbing at his flushed face. “That was—”

“Beautiful?” you teased.

His fingers dragged down his face as he let out a helpless groan. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grinned, leaning down until your face was mere inches from his. “You’re an architect, Kaveh. Shouldn’t you appreciate a structure that can crush?”

Kaveh’s breath hitched, his pupils dilating.

“…Would it be terribly improper if I asked you to do it again?”

Your laughter rang through the room, and Kaveh swore it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

Frostbitten, Breathless, Defeated

Kaeya prided himself on being unshakable.

Smooth, charming, always in control—no matter the situation. He had faced off against bandits, Abyss creatures, and the political vipers of Mondstadt alike, all with that ever-present smirk and a glint in his eye. Nothing rattled him.

At least, that was what he thought.

Until you walked in, until he really looked at you.

Not just in the casual way he admired beauty wherever he went, but in a way that hit him like a punch to the gut.

Because Archons above, you were stunning.

Not in the delicate, ethereal way of Mondstadt’s high society, nor in the graceful, willowy way of dancers in the tavern. No, you were different. You were real, grounded, exuding a confidence that sent an unexpected thrill down his spine. You were bold, powerful, and the way you carried yourself—like you feared nothing—made something deep in his chest tighten.

Kaeya Alberich was not an easy man to fluster.

But suddenly, his usual tricks, his teasing smiles and honeyed words, felt pathetic in the face of you.

Which was exactly why his brain short-circuited when you stepped up to him, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on your lips.

“Something wrong, Cavalry Captain?” you mused. “You’ve been staring.”

Kaeya blinked. Then, because he was Kaeya, he recovered quickly.

“Well,” he drawled, flashing that lazy, practiced grin, “forgive me for admiring perfection up close. It’s not every day I see someone who could put the knights to shame.”

You hummed, tilting your head. “Oh? And what exactly about me is so impressive?”

Kaeya let his eye flicker over you, his grin widening. “Strength, confidence, a very distracting pair of—”

You raised an eyebrow.

Kaeya coughed into his fist. “—eyes. Obviously.”

You snorted. “Uh-huh. That’s what you were going to say.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Would you have preferred I said thighs?”

For the briefest second, you didn’t react.

Then—

“Oh? You mean these?”

And before he could process what was happening, before he could even think about a clever escape, his world flipped.

Kaeya barely had time to register the feeling of his back hitting the floor, the air leaving his lungs in a rush, before—

Oh.

Oh.

There were many things Kaeya had expected in life. Many ways he had imagined dying.

But being thigh-crushed into oblivion had not been one of them.

Your thighs were wrapped snug around his head, firm, unyielding. And Kaeya, who had spent years perfecting the art of control, of keeping his emotions in check—who had mastered deception and the art of keeping himself unreadable—

Was completely. Falling. Apart.

His gloved hands flew to your thighs on instinct, fingers twitching as if caught between holding on for dear life and praying you never let go.

His heart was hammering. His head was spinning. A full-body shudder ran down his spine as you squeezed, just a little.

He let out a strangled noise that he would never admit to making.

"Awhh, Kaeya,” you purred above him. “You got awfully quiet.”

Kaeya’s fingers dug into your thighs, his breath coming out in short, unsteady gasps. His pride was in tatters, his mind blank, and yet—

Yet, he loved every second of it.

You smirked. “Oh? Is that a shiver, Captain? Is Mondstadt’s finest getting a little overwhelmed?”

Kaeya, who had always been the one in control, always the one with the upper hand, was now reduced to a mess.

His eye fluttered shut for a moment, and he hated how breathless he sounded when he muttered, “I—wouldn’t call it overwhelmed.”

You leaned down, voice smooth as silk. “No?”

Another squeeze.

Kaeya whined.

You grinned.

“That definitely sounded like overwhelmed,” you teased.

His hands clenched. His jaw tensed. He knew—knew without a doubt—that if Diluc or Jean or literally anyone walked in right now, he would never, ever recover from the shame.

But Archons, it was so worth it.

Just as his vision started to blur, you finally relented, easing up just enough for him to gulp in air.

Kaeya lay there, sprawled on the floor, his breath ragged, his limbs weak. His head was spinning. His pulse was wild.

And yet—

Yet, even as you stood, stretching like nothing had happened, he found himself blinking up at you with something dangerously close to adoration.

“…So,” he rasped, voice rough but still playful, “do I get a round two, or was that a one-time privilege?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re already asking for another?”

Kaeya grinned, slow and lazy, even as his chest still rose and fell in deep, exhausted breaths.

“My dear,” he purred, “I may be many things, but a fool is not one of them.”

Your smirk widened. “Then I hope you don’t have anywhere to be for the next few hours.”

Kaeya’s breath hitched.

His smile?

Positively wolfish.

[aventurineswife]

The character waking up from a horrible dream where they lose their partner (aka reader dying in that dream), but then they turn around and see that their partner is just sleeping beside them. Desperately reaching for their partner for comfort and accidentally waking them up to their panicked state. (Veritas, Feixiao, Kaveh, Sunday, Aventurine.)

“I can't live without you”

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Kaveh x Reader, Angst, Nightmare, Vulnerability, Emotional Comfort, Dream Sequences, Protective Partners, Fear of Loss, Love, Reassurance, Intimate Moments, Angst with Happy Ending.

Warnings: Disturbing Imagery, Panic Attacks, Emotional Vulnerability, Desperation, Fear of Loss, Sensitive Topics (Death), Mild Violence (in dreams), Strong Emotional Themes, Intense Emotional Turmoil.

The dream was relentless. An endless void of ignorance threatened to engulf him, and at the center of it all was you. You stood before him, your light snuffed out, your voice a distant echo. No matter how hard he tried to reach you, the abyss swallowed you whole, leaving him powerless to stop it.

Ratio shot upright in bed, his chest heaving with the remnants of panic. The cold sweat that clung to his skin felt foreign and unwelcome. His eyes, glowing faintly in the dark, darted toward your sleeping form.

For a moment, he froze. There you were, your chest rising and falling steadily, your face serene in the dim light. A flood of relief washed over him, nearly buckling his usually unshakable composure.

He reached out, his hand trembling as it brushed against your shoulder. The contact was feather-light at first, almost hesitant, before he gripped you firmly, pulling you closer as if to anchor himself in reality.

You stirred, blinking up at him in confusion. “Ratio? What’s wrong?” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep.

His gaze softened, but the panic still lingered in the tightness of his grip. “You... You were gone,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically fragile. “I couldn’t save you.”

You cupped his face gently, your warmth grounding him. “I’m here,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Ratio let out a shaky breath, his head resting against your shoulder. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, holding you close as he whispered, “Forgive me for waking you. I just... I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.”

The battlefield was a blur of chaos and carnage, but the one thing that stood out was your lifeless body lying in the rubble. Feixiao screamed, her voice a guttural roar of anguish as she fought to reach you. Her enemies fell like leaves before her fury, but no matter how fast she moved, she couldn’t save you.

She jolted awake, her breath ragged, the echoes of her nightmare still reverberating in her chest. The room was dark and quiet, the only sound the steady rhythm of your breathing beside her.

Her eyes locked onto your figure, her heart twisting painfully. “It was just a dream,” she whispered, but the weight of it felt too real.

Feixiao reached out, her hands trembling as she brushed your cheek, her calloused fingers gentle despite their strength. She pulled you into her arms, her grip firm but desperate, as if holding you could chase away the lingering shadows of her dream.

“Fei?” you mumbled, your voice drowsy and laced with concern.

She buried her face in your hair, her breath warm against your neck. “I thought I lost you,” she admitted, her voice wavering. “I... I can’t lose you.”

You wrapped your arms around her, your touch soothing. “I’m right here, Fei,” you said softly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Her hold on you tightened, her body trembling as she whispered, “Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay by my side.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Always.”

The dream was a nightmare of ruin, a vision of a world where his creations had crumbled, and you had been lost amidst the destruction. Kaveh ran through the chaos, calling your name, but there was no answer. When he found you, it was too late.

He woke with a start, his heart pounding so violently it felt like it might break free from his chest. His eyes darted to your side of the bed, and when he saw you sleeping peacefully, a choked sob escaped his lips.

“Kaveh?” you murmured, sensing his distress even in your half-asleep state.

Without thinking, he threw his arms around you, holding you close as if to shield you from the horrors of his imagination. “You were gone,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I... I couldn’t save you.”

You gently ran your fingers through his hair, your touch grounding him. “It was just a dream,” you reassured him, your voice soft and steady.

“But it felt so real,” he said, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, and his vulnerability was laid bare. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You cupped his face, your thumb brushing away the tear that escaped. “I’m not going anywhere, Kaveh. I promise.”

He nodded, his forehead resting against yours as he clung to you. “I’m sorry for waking you,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to apologize,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “I’ll always be here for you, just like you are for me.”

And as Kaveh held you close, the weight of his dream began to lift, replaced by the warmth of your presence and the steady beat of your heart.

Sunday stood amidst the ruins of a paradise he had once protected. The Sweetdream Paradise, once lush with life and hope, was now a barren wasteland of ash and silence. He called out desperately, his voice echoing through the void. The weight of his wings dragged him down, feathers dull and tattered. Before him lay the figure of his partner, lifeless, eyes dulled and empty, as though the very essence of their soul had been drained away. He reached out, but their form disintegrated like sand slipping through his fingers.

"Why...?" he whispered, the words barely audible as grief swallowed him whole.

Sunday's eyes flew open, eyes wide with panic. His halo trembled slightly, its eye-like symbols flickering as if responding to his distress. His breaths came shallow and fast, the weight of the nightmare still pressing on his chest.

Then, a soft warmth brushed against his side. He turned his head swiftly, his hair falling in disarray. There you were, peacefully asleep, your chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. The sight shattered the tension in his chest, but a trembling hand reached out instinctively, brushing against your cheek to confirm that this was real.

His touch stirred you, and your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze. “Sunday? What’s wrong?” you asked, voice groggy but laced with concern.

Sunday’s wings trembled slightly, and he let out a shaky breath. “It was… just a dream,” he murmured, though his voice betrayed the lingering fear. His hand cupped your cheek, his touch tender yet desperate. “I thought I lost you.”

You shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him, grounding him in the present. “I’m here,” you reassured, your voice steady as you pressed a comforting kiss to his forehead. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Sunday clung to you, his usual composure giving way to raw vulnerability. In the quiet darkness, his arms enveloped you, cocooning you in a protective embrace as he murmured softly, “Thank you… for being here. Always.”

The roulette wheel spun endlessly in Aventurine's mind, the clicking sound echoing like a heartbeat. Across from him stood the shadow of his partner, their image fractured and fading. Each spin of the wheel chipped away more of their form, the glow of his eyes reflecting their dissolution.

“No!” Aventurine shouted, his voice cracking as he slammed his fist on the table. He scrambled to stop the wheel, but it only spun faster. Their final words, faint and haunting, reverberated through the emptiness.

“You gambled... and lost me.”

Aventurine bolted upright, his breathing erratic and uneven. His left hand instinctively reached for his neck, his fingers brushing against the slave mark he always wore on skin. Sweat dripped down his brow, and the room felt suffocatingly silent.

He glanced to his side, panic lacing his movements. Relief crashed over him like a tidal wave when he saw you lying beside him, your expression serene in sleep. He reached out hesitantly, his fingertips ghosting over your arm before he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder. “You’re here…” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief.

The urgency in his touch stirred you from sleep. Your eyes opened slowly, meeting the wide, almost desperate gaze of Aventurine. “What’s wrong, Kakavasha?” you asked, using his real name, a softness in your voice that instantly calmed him.

For a moment, he couldn’t speak, his smile faltering as raw emotion overtook him. “You… you were gone,” he admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “I thought I lost you, and—”

You cupped his face gently, grounding him with your touch. “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, your thumb brushing against his cheek. “I’m here. Always.”

Aventurine let out a shaky laugh, his usual charm slipping as he leaned into your touch. “You’re too good for me,” he muttered, though his grip on your hand tightened, betraying his fear of letting go.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “And yet, here I am.”

In the dim light of the room, Aventurine wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close against his chest. “Don’t ever leave,” he whispered, the words a quiet prayer as he buried his face in your hair. For the rest of the night, the man who always took risks held you close, unwilling to gamble on anything that might take you away.

[endursent]

Hi Ma’am! I’ve recently come across your “my partner turned into a cat” series and it’s wonderful. I was wondering if I could request something similar where reader turns into their partner’s favourite animal? Preferably with Kaveh, Neuvi, and Dottore (if you write for him). If not, that’s all good. Have a nice day!

【 content; established relationship , humour , gn!reader , temporarily turned animal (reader) 】

【 characters; il dottore, kaveh , neuvillette 】

【 note; i haven't actually written for dottore before strangely enough considering how much i love him, so it might take a while for me to get his personality and mannerisms down... thank you for the ask! 】

【 word count; 1.454 | masterlist 】

Il Dottore;

Never had you considered what his “favourite animal” is, mostly because you’re convinced Dottore doesn’t have a “favourite” anything—his interests are too unpredictable and subject to change at any moment. 

  Though you should have seen it coming that one day, his experimentation would strike you—thankfully you’re not dead, you’re luckier than some assistants that have been zapped a time or two and carried out in body bags. However…

  Why are you a fat little platypus, and why does he seem so excited about it?

  You look absolutely ridiculous, you imagine—and feel, having four legs and a beak is peak body horror that is unfortunately eating at your brain right now. And yet, Dottore picks you up like one would a cat and dangles you in front of him with both an excited and thoughtful expression. “How unexpected—and interesting. I made little change to the formula…” he plops you down on the table next to the damned formula he had been adjusting… never will you inhale “experiment fumes” again. Not that you’re supposed to be doing so in any case.

  “A fascinating specimen indeed,” he pokes around your fur and you shake yourself, but he is relentless with his prodding! “One of the few mammals capable of electroreception! I wonder if you've maintained those sensory capabilities... This requires immediate testing."

  He doesn’t leave you alone for a single second that you’re like this, always either checking something—one time you were freaking out about the fact that you had no idea how to eat or drink like this… and Dottore took out a notebook and tried to get you to bite his fingers to “test the venom”... you bite a bit harder than he likely bargained for. 

  Dottore does try to “help” in his own way, while he brainstorms how to turn you back, he creates a “suitable habitat” with burrowing zones and a “pool”. He means well, but he’s also using it to observe you like a specimen so you kick up dirt and splash water on the floor and tables in spite.

  Out of anyone, Dottore is the fastest to get you back to normal… or he could, if he wanted to. But he kind of likes seeing you waddle around trying to walk with webbed feet and seeing you knock your tail into things and make weird noises. He has plenty of experience pressing your buttons and what makes you tick as a human, why not enjoy a new side of you?

Kaveh;

He’s more traumatised than you are when one moment you’re standing next to him—and the next there’s a random ass deer there. He looks around and searches for you frantically, thinking you might have fallen into a creek or rolled downhill… very unaware of that same deer following him around and trying to get his attention. 

  He does love deer, he thinks you’re unimaginably cute but also kind of silly in the way horses are silly but not huge and terrifying. 

  Kaveh almost needs you to headbutt him for him to realise that you are, in fact, in front of him and not soaking around in a nearby river hanging out with the frogs. Thankfully, he’s smart enough to put two and two together after he snaps out of it—but now he’s just confused.

  How? You had just been right there! There wasn’t even a rustle of leaves or anything!

  In any case, he needs to get you back to the city… you walk like a human in a deer suit, unused to the long four legs and strange join positions—and as soon as you enter his and Alhaitham’s home (after getting your antlers caught in the door like an idiot if you have those) you suddenly stop. 

  “What is it?” Kaveh peeps from behind you, confused as to why your ass is just standing in the doorway.

  The house has hardwood floors.

  He doesn’t realise this, of course, and gives your behind a firm push—only for you to slip and slide and nearly tumble inside like a freshly born animal. Kaveh rushes in behind you, apologising for nearly knocking you over and trying to make sure you don’t fall against anything and break things… Alhaitham would never let him live it down if he saw this.

  It’s not exactly easy to… navigate this, you’re not a small animal nor are you yourself particularly knowledgeable about your new proportions. 

  He can barely stop himself from continuously stroking your fur and feeding you crunchy things to be able to watch you munch on them. It does kind of kill the fascination he had with deer, as he’s never really interacted with them so closely until you happened to become one.

  You follow him around like a lost puppy, even as he had a very important client meeting—you didn’t let him get away… and thus, Kaveh had to improvise a bit. 

  The client, an older woman, squints at you standing slightly behind Kaveh and trying to munch on the blueprints in his hands (you haven’t had food for two hours, which is disastrous with this huge stomach you have now). 

  Kaveh clears his throat, pushing your snout away. “Yes, we can change the—no, you see, this is… yes, it’s okay, this is just… a friend.”

  He has no idea how to explain this so he just chooses not to. “Anyway… about that garden idea, if we put a patio by this side—”

Neuvillette;

You can’t believe he’s keeping you in a bowl. 

  Somehow, and for some reason, when you had accompanied Neuvillette for an evening walk along the seaside just outside of Fontaine’s walls—you had stubbed your toe on a shell that stuck out of the ground, and with a sudden zap… you had turned into a blob.

  Neuvillette looks up from his desk as he hears your soft body pound against the bowl next to him—and toss up some water that almost splashes onto the documents splayed out before him—and frowns slightly. “I know it’s not very spacious… I apologise, my love. But I don’t have anything larger at this moment, hopefully the pet store will find a more adequately sized fish tank soon.”

  He doesn’t understand how you had suddenly turned into a jellyfish, you had been behind him for a brief moment before he heard your curse (likely because you stubbed your toe) and then a poof… when Neuvillette had turned around, you were like a deflated balloon on dry land. 

  Thankfully he had created a pocket of water for you from the saltwater nearby to float in as he brought you back to the city, but the situation puzzled him greatly—how could you become such a creature? He wasn’t entirely sure you were fully conscious in that body, but judging by your frustrated movements in the small bowl, he suspected you at least had partial awareness. 

  Neuvillette doesn’t want to leave you alone while you’re like this, he’s both worried you might suddenly transform back, without any clothes—which would be terribly awkward to try and depart his office in that state—or possible hurt yourself if you broke the bowl with the transformation and cut yourself.

  Thus, thankfully after you’re given a larger tank in his office (and at home, he’s not leaving you at his office overnight alone!) there is a smaller one placed in the Opera Epiclese, next to his chair. 

  During a court proceeding, Neuvillette had to present the evidence in a firmer manner than usual, as the representative to the one being judged was being rather contrarian—which was far from productive and consumed far more time than it needed to. 

  Every time he successfully made an argument that couldn’t be refuted or argued with, you released a faint bioluminescent glow—as if applauding his expert navigations of the evidence and arguments. No one seems to notice (it’s difficult enough to see Neuvillette so high up above the stage) but he still feels a bit sheepish when you do it—you’re likely not doing it on purpose, he doubts you would know how.

  Neuvillette is very careful with the temperature and the salinity levels of the water you inhabit for the time being, he creates a careful schedule to check it every few hours as well as adjusting it depending on day and night. He’s very determined to ensure you’re as comfortable as you can be, whether you realise you’re a weird blob with tentacles or not. 

  And he hopes he can figure out how to change you back soon… as cute as it is to watch you twirl around and show off when he stands before your tank, he would rather you show off your moves as yourself—where he can properly talk to and touch you. 

[ivyluvsyouu]

I saw your series of genshin characters if their s/o dies and I wanted to request it with Kaveh Tighnari Furina Lyney and whoever else you wanna add?

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

𝑻𝒘: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅��𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉, 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊, 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐,𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 (𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒐, 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐, 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂)

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 (𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄, 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐)

𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉

You had left for a commission a day ago. You weren't supposed to be gone long, maybe a few hours at most which is why when Kaveh woke up the morning after you left and you weren't in bed with him, he was extremely worried. He asked everyone he saw that day if they had seen you, and he even went out to where your commission was supposed to be to look for you but nothing. Not a single trace of you was left there, By the end of the day he was worried sick, and he was going around asking for the second time if they had seen you.

He had gotten Cyno to go out in the desert and look for you and he found you dead near the sight of where your commission had been. When Kaveh found this out he was in a state of shock. You? dead? his s/o? his strong s/o? there was no way, he wouldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. For a few months after your death Kaveh was just in complete denial and everyone was worried about him. Even his roommate Al-Haitham had tried talking to him about what had happened to you but every time he did Kaveh would just shake his head and deny it. "No, Y/n's not dead..." he would say, even if deep down he knew he was just saying this because he couldn't admit it. He knew you were gone, and he knew that denying it wasn't helping.

About a year after your death is when he started to come to terms with it. And it was the hardest thing he had ever done; He barely left the house and when he did, he didn't talk to anyone. He took about a year just keeping to himself and trying to cope and after that year he slowly started to become himself again. But even after that it always seemed like a piece of him was missing.

𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊

You had always been extremely sickly. It was something you had delt with since you were young and when you met Tighnari and ended up starting a relationship with him he wanted you to live a good healthy life. He would always try to make new medicines for you, but nothing seemed to work. Tighnari knew deep down that your sickness would be the thing to kill you, but he would've never admitted it.

One morning Tighnari woke up to the sound of you coughing and it was clear that you were having a hard time breathing. He immediately got to work trying to find something to give you to help but nothing worked. Tighnari desperately tried to save you but in the end, it was futile you ended up dying that afternoon. Tighnari was with you in your last moments. "Please hold on Y/n.." He begged as he held your hand tightly. As you took your final breaths Tighnari just broke down into tears.

Collei heard him crying in the room over and came into the room and she gasped when she saw the sight before her. Collei did her best to comfort Tighnari, but nothing could help right now. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I need some time alone right now" He choked out. He spent the next few days locked up in his office just mourning. After about four days he knew that he had to return to work even if it was hard. When he returned to his duties, he pushed down all of his emotions and he just kept everything hidden from everyone. Whenever someone would ask him how he was doing and how he was coping he would just respond with. "I'm fine."

𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂

(𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔!! 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕!)

You were killed by a member of the fatui. You were out late one night, and you had run into the fatui on accident, and it didn't end well for you. The beloved s/o of the God of justice Furina, the people of Fontaine loved you just as much as they loved her and the whole nation of Fontaine was in mourning.

But it was nothing compared to Furina's mourning. You were the only one Furina trusted with her secret. The only one she confided in. You were everything to her and you were just gone? She was absolutely devasted and for months after your death she locked herself in her room. Refusing to come out and leaving all of the work to Neuvilette.

And she had no intention of leaving any time soon. She couldn't face her people like this. She couldn't put the act on right now she just couldn't. One morning she was looking out the window of her room and it was raining, and she had noticed that the water levels had indeed risen. She sighed and she knew she needed to return to her work. She did what she does best, and she forced herself to put on the act that she was okay and that she was coping well with your death. She forced herself to be strong and once again she forced herself to be a god.

𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚

Lyney being involved with the fatui meant he was involved with some pretty dangerous people. However, he never thought that those people would end his beloved s/o's life. Lyney had some problems with a few of the people in the fatui and one of those people took it out on his s/o and one day when you were on a commission one of those people killed you. Lynette was actually the one that got the word that you had gotten killed, Lyney was away from Fontaine and when he got back, he expected to be greeted by his beloved s/o but he wasn't.

Instead, he was greeted by his sister Lynette who looked extremely worried. "What's wrong sister? Where's y/n?" He asked. Lynette frowned and looked at her brother. She told him that you had been killed and as soon as the words left her mouth Lyney gasped and covered his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, He wasn't even gone from Fontaine for long and you were fine before he left. You kissed him goodbye and told him that you'd see him when he gets home. You were alive a few days ago and now you were just gone? it was so much to process. He sat down and he stayed silent for a few moments with hundreds of thoughts running through his mind.

After a while he still realized Lynette was there waiting for him to say something. He nodded and spoke softly "Thank you for telling me..." He said getting up and walking to his room. He cried himself to sleep that night, the bed felt so empty without you next to him and he didn't get much sleep at all that night. Lyney tries to push forward and move on like normal since he knows he has a job to do, and he has to take care of his siblings. And while the people around him might think he's doing better he never fully gets over you.

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

Whenever you had commissions, she would always accompany you and today was supposed to be no different but as you two were about to set out Arlecchino got word that there was a situation she needed to tend to. You assured her that you'd be fine and Arlecchino nodded. She believed you would be fine, and she kissed you bye and she told you she'd meet up with you later. But when she met up with you later what she saw shocked her. She found you lying in a pool of your own blood. You had gotten hit pretty bad in the stomach. She ran over to you, and she scooped you up in her arms. "Dear? Dear what happened!" She said trying to shake you awake.

But she was too late, you were dead. She brought you back the House of the Hearth and there was a funeral held for you. She knew mourning was for the weak, but she couldn't help but give herself a few days. She gave herself a few days to mourn and a few days only. When the few days were up, she returned to her work even if it hurt and it was hard. She became a lot more ruthless, and the children of the House of the Hearth noticed their father becoming a lot colder and more distant.

𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

You and Neuvillette had been married for years. You were his whole world and he loved you to pieces. However, one day you came down with an illness that was going around Fontaine and had already taken the lives of so many in Fontaine. Neuvillette knew better than anyone that you were strong, and he believed you could beat this. However, over the next few months you were just getting weaker and weaker and eventually it became clear that there was no way you were going to survive.

You had a peaceful death surrounded by your family, your friends and of course your beloved husband. Neuvillette didn't take your death well, he neglected his work duties for months and since you were close friends with Furina, Furina understood completely and gave Neuvillette as much time as he needed before he came back to work.

Eventually Neuvillette came back to work, but he kept to himself, he didn't talk much and completely shut himself off away from everyone. He never re married or found anyone else, he couldn't there was no way he could move on from you. You were his everything and he thought about you every day, wishing there was some way you could come back to him.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!<𝟑 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆!!

[shanieveh]

genshin men crushing on you !

SCARAMOUCHE who instantly thinks you want to be him when you enter his office. He who blushes intensly at your every physical touch. Once caught blushing, he immediately pulls up every excuse in the book. He denies his clear favoritism of you, pouting and crossing his arms, hoping you would get the memo to pinch his cheeks and let him see your smile.

ALHAITHAM who suddenly has every free time in the world when you arrive. He thought following you around in the city everywhere you go would send a clear message that he likes you. Purchasing anything you may need in every stall, making sure you were filled with items and hoping you will remember who bought them. Who cares about work anyway?

KAVEH who makes a future house for himself once he moves out, but can't help to add your favorite antiques and favorite designs dreaming that you would live with him in a domestic paradise. The way he includes you in all parts of his life, from eating fruit that reminds him of you, to romanticizing fantasy that he was a different person, unflawed and brave, whisking you away into a world only both of you know.

DILUC who always acts like a gentleman to everyone but cold statue to you. He just doesn't know how to act or feel, he was afraid of saying the wrong words or send a wrong message. But once relaxed he acts like a companion—an angel who comforts you in your lows and sometimes smiles and claps in your highs. He didn't need to try to make you fall, he just needed to be Diluc.

KAEYA who becomes a delusional man when you're around. You said hi? That means "I like you". Everytime he sees you staring at him, he would think it was intense stare of yearning even if it was just for a second. But once you try and approach him, all his confidence about your mutual feelings disappear. Does he look good? Did he say the right thing? But as he blushed and you laughed softly. He immediately thought. Are you in love with him?

CYNO who saw your presence in his TCG match and instantly beats his enemy in like 2 rounds. All of his premium jokes are to be said only around you, the basic unfunny ones can go to everybody else. They don't matter. Collei and Tighnari had enough about his gushing over you. It even went to how your exact shade of lips matched a random item he owns meaning both of you were soulmates. He needs help.