#arataki itto fanfic

[genshinimpactlife]

Yes Mistress

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Itto and his lover were quite the sight to see, with him towering over the fragile girl in every way. Nobody could have pictured the two of them together, such a quiet and timid girl paired with the loud and obnoxious Itto? Impossible. They say that polar opposites attract, and the pair backed up that claim in this case. But it was always the quiet ones that held a secret, and it was no different for his lover.

She loved how the red ropes rubbed against Itto’s skin, his constant wiggling causing rope burns to form on his flesh. She spent a long time picking out these ropes, specifically making sure they would match the red of his skin and horns, wanting to make a masterpiece out of him. She took her time weaving them across his body, creating an intricate design along his chest as he stood there quietly. She had him well trained behind doors, keeping quiet and doing what she asked without question. To finish off, she stood behind Itto, gently running her hands down his arms and leading them behind his back. With the last couple of inches of rope, she weaved it around his arms, securing them in place. She took care to make sure he could still move so as not to accidentally injure him with what was to come. The last step was the blindfold, matching the rope with its red hue, which was quickly tied around his head.

“Tell me Itto…Why are you being punished today?”

“Because I…”

“Speak up!” His lover interrupted him, her voice’s harsh tone different from her usual meek voice. “You did a good job of speaking up earlier right? When you spent thirty minutes in the plaza yelling at people to join the Arataki gang? Bothering everyone trying to go about their day.

Itto had nothing to say because he knew he was in the wrong. Sara Kujou had already yelled at him not to do it… so this time, when he was caught, he was escorted home to where his lover was enjoying a peaceful day alone. She had to pay to have him released into her custody, and he knew he was in trouble by the look on her face.

By now, his cock was unbearably hard, but his lover was one to draw things out and make sure he understood what he had done wrong.

“No response? Have you already gone stupid in the brain? Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Does the thought of punishment make you that excited?”

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“Good boy… it seems you still have a brain in there.”

Itto, unable to see, relied on sound alone as he heard the shuffling of clothes. No doubt his lover had taken a moment to slip her dress off, and he cursed the fact that he couldn’t see her right now. He was obsessed with her body; each gentle curve was intoxicating to him. He could stare for hours and never get bored. It was part of the reason she blindfolded him during punishments, taking away that enjoyment for him.

The next sound he heard was the footsteps of his lover walking across the room, shuffling around for a moment before she dragged something heavy toward him. The edge of the chair hit the back of his knees, silently telling him to sit down on the chair, which he did.

He didn’t know what she was planning, but the last thing he expected was her presence between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs as she dropped to her knees. He didn’t dare speak a word, not wanting to risk ruining this moment. As she slowly tugged down the waistband of his pants, he started to wonder if she decided not to punish him . It wouldn’t be like her to do that, but he wasn’t complaining.

Shivers went up Itto’s spine when her hand wrapped around the base of his now free cock, the tip already swollen and red with need. Her tongue gently lapped at the pre-cum that had beaded on his tip, which made Itto groan almost immediately. She didn’t stop there, slowly taking the tip in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. She took her time with it, slowly taking each inch of his cock in her mouth, stroking the rest that wouldn’t fit. His sounds were like music to her ears, his quiet groans, the whimpers he tried to hold back. She was playing him like a fiddle with her mouth, and it wasn’t long before his orgasm was building.

“Mistress… ngh, please!” Itto managed to sputter out, struggling not to buck his hips up into her mouth as he desperately wanted. His cock was twitching in her mouth, and he was just seconds away from an orgasm when suddenly, everything was gone. No hand stroking his cock, no mouth skillfully sucking, only the room’s cool air against his hot length. It was such a sudden shock to his system that he gasped, his cock violently twitching as his orgasm started to fade.

“Oh, did you think I would let you cum that soon? Oh no, we just started Itto… and you’ll be a good boy and take it.”

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How long had it been... Minutes? Hours? Itto lost track, unable to focus on anything but his lover’s hot mouth around his cock. She had been torturing him for so long, switching between stroking him and using her mouth moments before he would cum. Itto was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He felt like he had been running for hours; every muscle ached from the tension building over and over in his body.

“Please, Mistress! I’ll be good! I won’t cause any problems for you!” He had been begging like this since she first edged him, desperate to reach his end.

“Really? Do you think you deserve it, Itto?”

“I do! I do!” He was desperate, his voice coming out whiny and breathless. He was utterly dumb for her, nothing more than a pitiful mess begging to be brought to his release. She loved seeing him like this, his usually boisterous personality reduced to nothing more than a man desperate for his lover’s hands. It spurred her on as she pulled her head away from his cock, stroking it faster.

“Come for me Itto.”

He thought that he had misheard her at first, but as soon as Itto realized he had her permission, he came with a cry. His cum sprayed onto his chest and ran down his lover’s hand, creating a mess. It was pure bliss, finally reaching that orgasm he had been denied for so long. His lover stroked him through his high, helping him come down slowly after such a rush. The next moment she removed the blindfold, he finally got to look at his beautiful lover. She looked as much of a mess as he was, sweat building on her brow, saliva smeared across her lips, and even some running down her chin.

Maybe Punishments weren’t so bad with his Mistress.

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[cupidkyu]

USE ME LIKE A PRINCESS PLESSESSSESSEEESSEEE

PRINCESS ! ⁺◛˖

dom bottom gn reader x sub top male character

men that worship you,who treat you like you're so fragile,constantly praising and admiring how beautiful ur body is, begging if they can just touch you, begging if they can just plunge deep in u.

men that do anything you want,any position,any k1nk,f4tish: he doesn't mind, he just wants to please u<3,,

men that gets needy when you don't let him hold your hand. breathing heavily as you bounce so good on his cock, jerking his hips up just to get deeper in you,his desperate whimpers escaping his throat as your hole squeezes him so well. he was in a daze,how could've he deserve such a beautiful prize like you?

men that just can't get enough of you, subconsciously going rougher when he's inside you, fingers intertwining as you moan out his name. he's such a good boy,just let him c4m inside u!! he'd be blabbering and thanking you constantly,he's so pathetic it's adorable,isn't it?

men that wants you to himself,who gets jealous when he sees you getting too comfortable with someone else, he'll just need you to drag him somewhere secluded where you let him fuck you until he forgets about everything that ever got him so frustrated ,,

“h—..hmff~ shit- darling..~ you feel so good around my cock-..t-too good~” he'd whine helplessly as he pushes himself inside you,gosh, you're just too pretty for him.

blade,ororon,dottore, ayato,itto,aether,gojo,choso, zhongli,childe,your faves<3

@cupidkyu

[worldstarz]

genshin men voicelines about you

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pairing: gn!reader x kaeya / diluc / thoma / ayato / tartaglia / ayato / albedo / itto / kazuha (separate)

a/n: xiao bonus at the end! could not think of anything that wouldn’t feel contradictory to his other voicelines, but maybe i’ll make a part 2 with some other men i missed + eventually with the girls. sorry for anything ooc bc i haven’t played genshin in over a year 😛

cw: blood mention, itto is a loser

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KAEYA

Oh, [name]? They’re many things, certainly. Dependable, attentive, easy on the eyes - ah, but I can't say too much. Is it so bad I want to keep something precious for myself?

DILUC

You’re asking about [name]? Why is that? …you’re curious about our relationship? I thought I made it obvious that they’re my partner—not for business, but romantically. I like to keep my personal life, well, personal, so forgive me for not divulging too much information.

THOMA

I was actually about to go see them right now! It’s hard for me to get some free time, but whenever I do, there’s nothing better than spending it with [name]! No matter how tired I am, I always feel recharged right away when they’re around, and then I can work even harder!

TARTAGLIA

Do you think [name] would like this necklace? Or maybe this bracelet? How about both? Maybe I should get these in different colors, too. Wait, I think I have enough mora on me to buy the entire stand—what? Why are you giving me that look?

AYATO

A day polluted by meetings with people I do not have the energy to care for, futile attempts at gaining power from my opponents, endless bartering… my, I hate to spoil the mood, but I do need a refresher. Pardon me as I send a servant to fetch my beloved [name] for me. I won’t be long. Once I see their face, we may go back to our discussion.

ALBEDO

[name]? Yes, they’re my partner. …Why do you look so surprised? I know I have said maintaining relationships is difficult, but they are very patient and willing to meet me halfway. I also cannot deny my attraction to them. It doesn’t affect my research whatsoever. Rather, their affections motivate me to research something new everyday for conversations with them. …Perhaps I am also meeting them halfway.

ITTO

What? You surprised a stone cold gang leader like me can score a hottie like [name]? Make this a lesson to never doubt Arataki “numero uno novio” Itto! Well, uh, I gotta admit, they are kinda outta my league… H-Hold on, why do you wanna know so much? You trying to find my weak spots or something? No… you couldn’t possibly… be trying to steal them from me?! Oho, you’re messing with the wrong gu- wait, get those beans away from me!!!!

KAZUHA

If I were to pick between losing my voice or losing [name], may the earth be granted my silence. If I must bleed out for thousands of years for even the slightest chance to lay beside them, may the blade of the sword be sharp. If granting them an eternal life of tranquility and happiness meant sacrificing my own life, my dying breath will be their name.

bonus:

XIAO

*…he blushed and teleported away.*

[fangdokja]

His affection is a slow poison—sweet, deadly, and inevitable.

❤︎ Synopsis. In a love that teeters between devotion and obsession, escape is futile—his jealousy isn’t just possessive, it’s a consuming force that leaves no room for freedom. With each calculated act, he dismantles your world, ensuring you’ll always belong to him, body and soul.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Baizhu x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Itto x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Kazuha x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Lyney x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Heart's Chains - Part 3

♡ Word Count. 4,223

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, psychological manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and touching, forced relationship, BDSM, manipulation of circumstances, threats, drugging, removal of rivals

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

♡ A/N. Low-key wanted to make Itto a mean dom. Dumb yanderes are so difficult to write. I cry. Next to any ISTJ yandere, dumb yanderes are second hardest.

♡ Baizhu – The Alchemist’s Poison.

Baizhu’s smile, a sickly sweet balm, cloaked the sharp intent glinting behind his eyes. “Life, my precious flower,” he murmured, his voice soft yet suffocating, “is much too frail to entrust to anyone but me. Your delicate hands were never meant to bear its burdens. Allow me—only me—to carry them for you.”

His words wrapped around you like silk, tightening, fraying your resolve into ribbons of compliance. At first, you had convinced yourself his devotion was genuine—a healer’s oath steeped in compassion. Protector, savior, guardian—he wore these roles as if born to them. But beneath the guise of benevolence lurked a darker truth, insidious and inescapable: his care was a tether, his love a poison.

Baizhu’s jealousy was not a roaring inferno. It crept, unseen, like a toxin leeching into your veins. Slowly, methodically, it burrowed into every crevice of your existence. His presence was a parasitic vine, wrapping tighter with every passing day, strangling the independence you once held dear.

“You shouldn’t be walking so much,” he chided, golden eyes alight with feigned concern. “Your condition is far too delicate. Let me carry you. It’s for your own good.”

Before you could protest, his arms enveloped you, a cage of bone and sinew disguised as comfort. His touch was firm yet tender, his embrace perfumed with the faint, omnipresent scent of medicinal herbs. It was a paradox—gentle yet unyielding, a mirror of his love. Resistance melted under his grasp, and you allowed him to carry you, unaware that each small acquiescence forged another link in the chains binding you to him.

He didn’t need shackles of steel. His care sufficed.

Every bite of food, every sip of water passed through his meticulous hands. Initially, this vigilance seemed thoughtful, an extension of his role as your healer. But soon, you began to notice the peculiar intensity in his gaze. His fingers lingered on the rim of your cup; his lips curved in a fleeting smile as fatigue claimed your body after every meal.

“I’ve perfected the balance of your medicines,” he explained one evening, his tone that of a patient tutor. “You wouldn’t want to disrupt such a delicate equilibrium, would you, my flower?”

His golden eyes gleamed with a quiet, unnerving conviction. You nodded, your will eroding under the weight of his unrelenting care. After all, who else could understand the intricacies of your fragile condition? Who else could safeguard your life? His words became gospel, seeping into your thoughts until you could no longer distinguish them from your own.

The world beyond his reach began to wither. Friends drifted away, their once-familiar faces blurred by distance and neglect. When you asked why they no longer visited, Baizhu’s expression remained serene, his explanation a dagger wrapped in velvet.

“Their presence was too disruptive,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Your health is paramount. I simply told them the truth—only I know how to care for you properly.”

But the truth, like blood from a deep wound, eventually bled through the fabric of his lies. Friends who lingered too long fell ill with strange, inexplicable ailments. Their messages grew cryptic, laced with unspoken warnings, before ceasing entirely. The patterns became undeniable: his love was a scalpel, precise and unrelenting, excising anything that threatened his hold over you.

“Why would you question me, my sweet?” he murmured one night, his voice a silken noose tightening around your sanity. “Why would you need anyone else when I am here? Devoted to you in every conceivable way. I love you more than they ever could.”

His words clung to you, heavy and inescapable. His love was a sanctuary that felt like a tomb, gilded with care but suffused with suffocation. His golden gaze consumed you, twin suns burning with an intensity that brooked no dissent. When his lips brushed the curve of your neck, it wasn’t affection you felt but possession, his breath a ghostly claim against your skin.

“You belong to me,” he whispered, his tone as unyielding as his touch. “You always have. No one else deserves the honor of protecting someone as precious as you.”

Nights became a battleground of silence and shadows. You’d wake to find him seated beside your bed, his gaze fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. His fingers traced the pulse at your throat, the curve of your cheek, as though memorizing the fragility of your existence.

“Your heart beats because I will it,” he’d murmur, each word sinking into your skin like thorns. “Every breath you take is my gift. Don’t squander it, my dear.”

You wanted to scream, to claw at the suffocating vines of his obsession. But your body betrayed you, weakened by his tinctures, his “cures,” his meticulous control. You were a bird in a gilded cage, your wings clipped by the very hands that professed to shelter you.

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One day, your curiosity betrayed you, leading you to his forbidden study. The air was thick with the acrid scent of dried herbs and volatile chemicals. Shelves groaned under the weight of ominous vials and weathered tomes. On the desk lay an open journal, its pages filled with meticulous observations—each breath you took, each flicker of pain, each moment of weakness—all cataloged in his precise, clinical handwriting.

Sketches of your anatomy adorned the pages, grotesquely detailed and annotated with chilling precision. One depicted your ribcage flayed open, each bone meticulously labeled, accompanied by notes speculating on the exact placement of your heart during moments of heightened stress. Diagrams of your organs, veins, and skeletal structure were paired with notes on your diet, your habits, your vulnerabilities.

“I’ve ensured your survival against impossible odds,” his voice broke the silence, calm but carrying a razor-sharp edge. You turned to find him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. “Every sacrifice I’ve made, every choice, has always been for you. Surely, you understand that, my little flower?”

He approached with measured steps, his smile a blade slicing through your fragile resolve. The journal snapped shut in his hands, but its contents remained burned into your mind—a testament to the depth of his obsession. His fingers ghosted over your arm, his touch light but laden with menace.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “Safer than you could ever be anywhere else in this world. Remember that. No one will ever cherish you as I do.”

In that moment, the truth crystallized: there was no escape. Baizhu’s love was a labyrinth of his own design, each twist and turn leading back to him. His care was both poison and sustenance, ensuring your survival while tethering you to his will. His arms encircled you, pulling you into an embrace that felt less like comfort and more like a shroud.

“You are mine,” he murmured, his voice a lullaby of finality. “Entirely, irrevocably, eternally mine.”

And as his golden eyes bored into yours, you felt the weight of his words settle over you like a funeral pall. You were his. Completely, inescapably his.

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♡ Itto – The Oni’s Claim.

The shadows of Hanamizaka stretched long and jagged, clawing at the cobblestone streets as the fading sunlight dipped below the horizon. A lone figure loomed in the suffocating dusk, his massive silhouette swallowing the narrow alleyway where you stood frozen. His horns glinted faintly in the dim light, sharp as blades and crowned with streaks of crimson that mirrored the sinister hues of his piercing gaze. Arataki Itto’s wild grin was plastered across his face, but it carried none of its usual warmth; it twisted instead into something feral, manic—a predator’s grin.

"Found ya," he breathed, his voice a low, throaty rasp that slithered into your ears like the scrape of steel against stone. His towering frame blocked out the world behind him, reducing your field of vision to his imposing presence alone. The air seemed to curdle in his wake, thickening like poison, as his heavy footsteps reverberated closer.

Panic rooted you in place, yet your heart pounded furiously against your ribs, desperate to flee. His molten eyes bore into you, their molten hue shifting between desperate adoration and something darker, something ravenous.

"Why…" he began, his tone suddenly trembling, cracking under the weight of unspoken anguish, "why do you keep trying to run from me? Don’t you know what that does to me?"

He stepped forward, the cobblestones groaning under his boots, and you flinched, instinctively pressing yourself against the cold, unyielding wall at your back. He stopped mere inches away, his massive hands hovering on either side of your head, boxing you in. His claws scraped faintly against the stone, a sound that sent shivers racing down your spine. When he leaned in, his breath was hot against your skin, tinged with the faint metallic tang of his desperation.

"Do you think they’ll protect you?" he whispered, his voice low and almost tender, though laced with an undercurrent of menace. "The Tenryou Commission? Those guys? They don’t even know you like I do. They don’t see the real you." His head tilted slightly, his grin softening but never losing its sharp edges. "I see you. I’ve always seen you. And you… you’re mine."

A trembling hand reached up, calloused fingers brushing against your cheek. His touch was reverent, almost gentle, but it left a burning trail that seared into your skin. You couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Every instinct screamed to fight back, to scream, but his sheer presence crushed you under its weight.

"I don’t blame you for being scared," he murmured, his voice softening into a low rumble that was no less terrifying. "I know I’m… a lot. I’ve got all this strength, all this power, and it’s overwhelming sometimes, isn’t it? But I’d never hurt you. Never. You’re too precious. Too perfect." His hand trailed down, clawed fingers ghosting over your jawline, your throat, before resting possessively on your shoulder. The weight of it felt suffocating, as if he was branding you with his very essence.

"You don’t have to run anymore," he continued, his tone softening into a chilling mockery of comfort. "I’ve taken care of everything. No one can take you from me now. Not Kujou Sara, not the Tenryou Commission, not anyone. They can’t… they won’t."

His grin faltered for a fraction of a second, and in its place flickered a raw, unguarded desperation.

"You don’t understand what you mean to me, do you?" His voice broke, trembling with something that might have been love if it weren’t so twisted, so wrong. "You’re the only thing keeping me together. Without you, I… I…" His hand tightened around your shoulder, and you whimpered involuntarily. The sound seemed to snap him out of whatever abyss he was spiraling into, and he grinned again, wide and wild and utterly unhinged.

"I’d go mad without you," he said, almost laughing, though the sound was hollow. "I’d tear this whole city apart if it meant keeping you safe. Keeping you with me. You get that, right?"

When you didn’t respond, his eyes darkened, the faint ember of vulnerability extinguished by an all-consuming need. His hands shot to your waist, yanking you forward against his chest in a vice-like grip. You gasped, struggling instinctively, but it only made him tighten his hold, his grin stretching impossibly wider.

"Ah, don’t do that," he murmured, almost playfully, though his voice had a razor-sharp edge. "You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep squirming. And I… well, I can’t let that happen, can I?"

His claws dug faintly into your sides, not enough to draw blood but enough to remind you of the danger you were in. His gaze roamed over your face, his expression softening into something almost tender. But there was nothing tender about the way he held you, caging you in his strength, his warmth, his madness.

"We’re gonna be so happy together," he said, his voice dipping into a low, sing-song cadence that made your stomach churn. "Just you and me, forever. Doesn’t that sound nice?"

When you didn’t answer, he sighed, pressing his forehead against yours. His horns grazed your hair, and you felt their weight, their sharpness, as they loomed over you like a shadow of inevitability.

"You don’t have to say anything," he whispered, his tone softening into something almost gentle, though it sent ice coursing through your veins. "I already know. I can feel it. Deep down, you belong to me. Just like I belong to you."

As his lips ghosted over your temple, your pulse thundered in your ears. His grip on you tightened, as if afraid you’d disappear if he let go for even a second. His breath hitched, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion.

"I’ll never let you go," he said, his words a promise and a threat all at once. "Never."

And in that moment, you realized the truth—there was no escape. Not from him. Not from this. Not from the suffocating, inescapable web of his obsession.

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♡ Kazuha – The Whispering Wind.

Even the gentlest breeze seemed to falter when Kazuha spoke, as if the air itself dared not trespass against his claim on you. His voice, soft and melodic, carried an unyielding finality, each word a thread that tightened around your chest, making it harder to breathe.

“Even the wind,” he began, crimson eyes gleaming like embers against the dim light, “knowing no master, bends to my will when it concerns you. You are my tether, my anchor, and I would cleave the heavens themselves before I let you drift away.”

His words hung heavy in the air, suffocating in their weight. The stillness surrounding him was not peaceful; it was the predatory calm before the kill. There was no fury in his tone, no tremor of rage. His jealousy was a silent beast, deliberate and methodical, stalking its prey with unrelenting precision.

Kazuha stepped closer, his movements so measured and fluid they resembled the fall of cherry blossoms—graceful, yet foreboding. The faint tang of iron clung to him, mingling with the briny scent of the sea that perpetually lingered in his wake. Each step brought with it the unspoken threat of his presence, an oppressive reminder of your captivity.

“You wander,” he murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy, as if lamenting a betrayal. “As though you believe the world beyond me has something to offer you. But every gust, every whisper of the wind, carries my name to you. You are bound to me, no matter where you run.”

His hand lifted, calloused fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that felt cruel in its juxtaposition to the suffocating atmosphere. The touch lingered, deliberate, each stroke of his thumb against your jawline a silent claim. The gentleness in his touch was an illusion, a prelude to the iron grip that could follow in an instant.

“Do not ask what became of them,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, yet his words chilling. “The others who thought themselves worthy of your attention. They were obstacles, transient and disposable. You, however…” He paused, his gaze sharpening, the crimson of his eyes darkening like blood pooling beneath the surface. “You are eternal. My eternal.”

The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with the scent of copper and salt. Kazuha’s crimson gaze pinned you in place, dissecting you with an intimacy that felt invasive, wrong. His love was a maelstrom, a grotesque melody of devotion and madness that promised no escape. His blade, an extension of himself, was ever at the ready—not in open threat, but as a silent promise. The memory of screams and the wet, sickening sound of flesh yielding to steel lingered in the air like an unseen specter, a testament to his resolve.

When he spoke again, his voice was a velvet thread, soft and lethal. “You are the ink to my poetry, the essence of every verse I compose. Without you, my existence is meaningless. Do you see? Do you understand, my darling?”

You tried to step back, but his hands caught your face, his grip firm yet deceptively gentle. The dried blood on his fingers flaked off as he cradled your cheeks, the grotesque contrast of his tenderness and violence making your stomach churn. His touch was reverent, as if handling something sacred, yet the possessiveness in his gaze left no room for doubt. You were not a person to him; you were an artifact, a treasure, something to be hoarded and kept.

“Even if you begged the wind to carry you away,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, “it would betray you. The wind knows its master, just as you do. And you… you belong here. In my arms. Where you are both loved and safe.”

But safety was a fragile veneer, cracked by the weight of his obsession. His hands slid lower, tracing the curve of your neck, his touch precise and clinical, like a surgeon mapping his incision points. The pressure was calculated, just shy of discomfort, a silent reminder of his control. His breath ghosted over your skin, warm and sickeningly intimate, as he continued his whispered declarations.

“The world conspires to take you from me,” he said, his tone softening, though the words carried the weight of a threat. “But I will not falter. I will carve away every threat, every obstacle. For you are the stillness within my tempest, the tether that binds me to this wretched existence.”

His crimson eyes softened, but the tenderness only made the madness within them more evident. His adoration was suffocating, a noose tightening around your throat. His kisses, ghosting over your skin, felt like brands, each one marking you as his. He handled you as if you were porcelain, fragile and irreplaceable, yet his gentleness carried an undercurrent of violence—a promise of what would happen if you dared to shatter his delusions.

“A caged bird still sings,” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a ghost of a kiss. “And your melody belongs to me.”

In the dim light, his blade gleamed faintly at his side, a silent reminder of the chaos he was capable of unleashing. His crimson gaze bore into yours, unrelenting and invasive, as if peering into the very marrow of your soul. The room grew colder, the air thick with unspoken promises and unrelenting devotion. You were trapped, not by walls, but by the suffocating weight of his love, a love that promised no escape, no freedom.

The wind, once your ally, had turned traitor. And you… you were a bird with broken wings, bound to a love that would never set you free.

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♡ Lyney – The Illusionist’s Trap.

He doesn’t let you see it—not at first, not when the stage lights cast their golden glow on his smile and the audience’s applause thunders like a heartbeat in the hollow theater. To them, he’s nothing more than a charming illusionist, the kind of man who bends reality with the flick of a wrist and the curl of his lips. But you’ve learned to see past the curtain, haven’t you? You’ve glimpsed the darkness that coils behind his playful eyes—a shadow that only ever seems to rise when someone steps too close to you.

“Ah, mon amour,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your ear as his fingers skim your wrist. “You’re the most precious part of my act. Do you think I’d ever let anyone ruin our performance?”

The words sound sweet, harmless, but the grip on your hand tightens just enough to send a chill down your spine. His smile doesn’t falter, not even as his gaze cuts across the room to the unfortunate soul who dared to look at you too long.

And that’s where the nightmare begins.

He doesn’t confront them outright; that wouldn’t do. No, his is a meticulous art, a silent war fought with whispers and invisible threads. The next morning, the admirer finds their belongings missing, their reputation tarnished by secrets they’d never breathed aloud. A scandal breaks. Their face pales in confusion, their voice trembling as they try to explain what cannot be explained.

It’s almost poetic, how quickly they fall apart. Like a magic trick they never saw coming.

And he’s always there, his arms slipping around your waist when the world feels unsteady, his voice low and soothing as he whispers, “What terrible luck they must have had. But don’t worry, ma chérie. I’ll keep you safe from such misfortune.”

You want to believe him. You try to convince yourself that the horrors swirling around you are coincidences, but it’s hard to ignore the glint in his eyes, the way his lips curl when he sees your unease. It’s as though he’s savoring every moment of your confusion, feeding off the fear he pretends not to notice.

One night, you confront him—or you try to. The words stick in your throat as he tilts his head, amusement flickering across his features like candlelight.

“Do you think I’m cruel?” he asks, his voice soft, almost tender. “Everything I do, I do for you. They looked at you like they had the right to dream. I merely reminded them of their place.”

You can’t respond. You’re too caught up in the way his fingers brush your cheek, his touch featherlight but suffocating all the same. His smile never wavers, even as his words twist like a knife in your chest.

“Do you know what scares me?” he continues, his tone darkening. “The thought of losing you. Of watching someone else steal the magic we’ve created together. Tell me you understand, ma chérie. Tell me you’d never betray me.”

The room feels colder, the air thinner. His hands linger on your shoulders, his thumbs tracing slow, deliberate circles that feel less like comfort and more like chains.

“Say it,” he presses, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Say you love me. Louder this time.”

When you hesitate, his grip tightens. The gentleness fades from his expression, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

“Do you need a reminder?” he asks, his smile sharpening. “It’s easy to forget, I suppose, with all these distractions. Perhaps I should show you just how deeply I care for you… and how easily I can remove anything that stands in our way.”

The next day, another admirer vanishes. This time, the disappearance isn’t quiet. Blood stains the cobblestones near the market, crimson streaks smeared across the street like grotesque brushstrokes. People whisper of a beast, a shadow that moves too quickly to see. And yet, when you turn to him, his expression remains serene, his hands steady as he adjusts the cuffs of his coat.

“Tragic, isn’t it?” he says, his tone almost pitying. “But some people just can’t resist playing with fire.”

You don’t ask him what he means. You don’t dare.

Instead, you let him pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a way that feels both protective and imprisoning. His lips brush your temple, his voice a murmur that seems to echo in your skull.

“We’re a perfect pair, you and I,” he says, his breath warm against your skin. “Like magic and illusion. One cannot exist without the other. And without me, my love, your world would crumble.”

The worst part is… he’s right.

His presence has become a constant, a thread woven into every corner of your life. He’s there when you wake, when you sleep, when you dream. His voice lingers in your thoughts, his touch a phantom that never fades. And as much as you want to pull away, you can’t deny the truth that’s buried deep within your chest:

You’ve fallen for the illusion.

But illusions, as he’s so fond of reminding you, are not meant to be escaped. They’re meant to be lived, cherished, and—if necessary—enforced.

“You’ll never leave me,” he promises, his voice as smooth as silk. “Not because you can’t, but because you won’t. Isn’t that right, ma chérie?”

And as his lips curve into that familiar, devastating smile, you realize he’s not asking. He’s telling you.

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[harmomay]

: ̗̀➛ hello everyone! a year or two ago, I started programming a fun little project that was..

╰┈➤ a genshin dating sim! ˚ · .

the progress has been on and off, but I’m working on it a lot more.

here’s a lil sneak peak of the game! ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧

・❥・ customisable player name (choose your own name! no use of y/n unless you type it in.)

・❥・different areas to visit!

・❥・bachelors! (currently Kamisato Ayato, Arataki Itto, Kaedehara Kazuha)

・❥・adorable sound effects!

・❥・cute/funny dialogue!

(music/sound effects/genshin icons aren't mine!!)

₊˚ପ⊹ thank you for watching! this is a huge WIP but I'm having lots of fun making it! over 700 lines of code!!!

┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ hope to see you there as I post more updates! suggestions and tips are appreciated!

[malereadermaniac]

An Oni's Instinct ~ Alpha Itto x Omega Male Reader

Super happy with this one - hope you guys enjoy! word count: 2k Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI

When people look at Itto, most agree that he is pretty much a textbook definition of an Alpha

The Oni is tall, lean yet muscular, he's loud and overly confident; to sum up, the man is attractive

However, even as an Alpha, Itto is caring, he's not a very serious man, and he most definitely treats his Omega as a person

People are shocked to see you and Itto out and about as a happy, mated couple - mainly due to the shock factor of a man that looks like Itto treating you, an omega, with incredible amounts of respect

Itto worships the ground that you walk on, the Alpha is a gentleman - a slightly dumb and unserious one but a gentleman no less

The oni opens doors for you, holds heavy objects for you and teases you about it without belittling you like other Alpha's do

Itto takes care of you in many ways, not because he feels like he needs to, but because he wants to show his love for you

And that love transfers over to the bedroom as well

Itto is the perfect Alpha when it comes to helping you through heats

The silver-haired oni can smell the slight change in your pheromones when you go into pre-heat, and he immediately acts on it

The geo-user calls off anything he has that day and takes you home straight away despite your protests

An Oni's Instinct is never wrong, especially when it comes to his whiny Omega boyfriend

By the time Itto has you on your shared bed you've already started to feel the effects of his pheromones on you

The muscular oni gently undresses you, making you lay comfortably on the bed as your body starts to turn redish with your rising temperature

Your full heat hits you like a truck once you watch your handsome Alpha undress, his huge back and arms flexing as he throws his clothes into the corner of the room, his tall form looming over you once the oni crawls to hover over your smaller body

You can feel the pang in your gut, the heat in your stomach twisting into a painful knot as you start to leak precum and slick

Itto makes sure to release calming pheromones while verbally making you relax while he trims his sharp nails

"I know it hurts, babe but just wait a little longer... I don't wanna scratch your perfectly soft walls with my nails now do I?"

Once Itto's nails are finally dull enough as to not hurt you, the Alpha man-handles your heat-induced jellylegs onto his broad, muscular shoulders to open your entrance up to him

Itto takes a split second to admire your slightly gaping hole, your (pinkish/brownish) rim sopping in your slick

But the oni doesn't admire you for too long, your horny, desperate whines snapping him out of his horny daze

"Alpha... Ittooooo~ C'mon pleaseee" you moan out in a whiny tone

"Aye aye captain!" The white-haired oni says with a grin, looking into your eyes. Who was Itto to deny such a request?

The Alpha moves his mouth down to your hole, giving your entrance a hot lick with his abnormally long, Oni tongue

Itto wasting no time, shoving one of his long, lean fingers into your piping hot hole after getting his short but sweet fill of your slick

You writhe and moan from your Alpha's immediate attack on your prostate, his finger thrusting in and out of your hole, curling into your boiling hot walls from time to time

Itto loved watching as he fingered you, your dick twitching from his veiny fingers - he fucking loved watching his middle two fingers fuck into you as you subconsciously ride his veiny, lean digits

Once Itto has gotten a third finger inside of you, you were pushed to your first orgasm of the night, you came hard, your infertile cum covering your chest as your dick even manages to squirt some of your jizz onto your Alpha's hair

Your dick was twitching, but the knot in your gut had barely relaxed, your heat making your ass tighten as you beg Itto for more

So as to not keep his sweet Omega in pain for much longer, Itto lines up his absolutely massive hard on (that he'd been ignoring up until now) with your hole

He chuckled when your hole seemed to wink at him, your ass tightening around nothing out of desperation

It's common knowledge that all Alpha's are... well endowed - but because of Itto's oni genes, he had a fucking monster on him

Not only was your Alpha's dick huge, but he was veiny and his knot would literally lock him inside of you until it fully went down

Thankfully, due to your heat, your usually tight hole was loosened up and ready for your Alpha to wreck you

So in one fell swoop, with your waist in Itto's tight grip, the Oni pulls you onto his dick as he thrusts his hips forward until they collide with yours

Your tummy instantly bulges with an imprint of your Alpha's monster cock, your arms frantically gripping st the bed and pillows above your head as you moan your Alpha's name loudly and lewdly

Itto knows that when you're in heat, you prefer hard and fast - it gets rid of the tight and hot pain in your stomach when you feel a dick fucking into you at lightning speed

And so, your oni does just that, he holds one of your legs up on his shoulder and keeps his other veiny, manly hand on your waist, pulling you in time with his hips to meet his thrusts

As his dick drills into your prostate, Itto'a groaning and grunting in pleasure from.how warm and tight your walls are getting

Your pheromones are driving the man insane and his are doing the same to you

Once Itto bends down, bringing your knee to your head, your ass opens up even move, allowing the Alpha to fuck you even deeper and even harder

Itto kisses you gently, his way of showing his love in such animalistic moments

You let your moans fill the Oni's mouth while his long tongue plays with yours, and as you make out with your alpha, he moves his rough hand from your waist to your hard, smaller dick - his veiny hand able to cover your whole dick

Once Itto starts to jack you off to the pace of his rough thrusts, you cum again

You break the kiss you shared with Itto and gasp, that gasp quickly transforming into a loud, pornographic moan

Itto's face scrunched up from the overwhelming feeling of your clenching fuckhole, but he didn't shut is eyes in effort to watch your sexy face as you came

With your cum splattered on his rock-hard abs, Itto decides to swipe some onto his finger and taste your sweet, addictive, omegan cum

Like some kind if drug, your cum made Itto release more of his horny pheromones - resulting in the Alpha speeding his muscular hips up as he desperately wraps his muscular, veiny arms around you waist; lifting you up off of the bed

Your legs wrap around Itto's waist on Instinct and your arms loosely around your Alpha's neck

Itto was desperately moving you up and down on his huge, hard dick - his panting echoing in your ear like a heavenly choir, and the way the man looked at you with a flushed, sweaty face turned you on more than your heat ever could

As Itto fucked up into you harder and faster, you were beginning to get overwhelmed again - your heat making you desperate for another orgasm at the hands of your handsome, strong Alpha

Due to the speed of Itto's fucking, he started to lose his grip on you - as you started slipping from the Alpha's grip, you reflexively grabbed the nearest sturdy object

Unfortunately, or rather very fortunately for Itto, the nearest thing you instinctively grabbed were his horns - his extremely sensitive horns, which were an Oni's biggest, most effective erogenous zone

"HAAAAH! FUCK, (Y/N)!~" Itto shouts with a moan, stopping his thrusts abruptly as his whole face scrunched up from the shocking amount of pleasure

You can feel the oni's dick throb and twitch inside if you, his not evidently starting to swell - meaning your Alpha's orgasm was close

In your heat-rotted brain, you could only think of being filled with Itto's thick, fertile cum and his fat knot plugging you up

So you go ahead and push Itto's buttons some more, gently caressing one of your boyfriend's bright red horns while tightly gripping the other one

Itto whimpers and pants into your ear for a moment before tightening hid arms around your waist and starting to pound into you once more

Your dick slaps against your stomach as Itto fucks up into you at the speed of light - his fat dickhead pushing against your prostate so roughly that it almost winds you

Your moans mix with Itto's to form a harmony that turns the both of you on even more

Your play with your oni's horns more and more, listening to hid whimpers between grunts and moans, his face blushing more and his body sweating insane amounts of his Alpha musk

And with a few final tugs at your boyfriend's horns, Itto hugs you tight against his body as he shoves his whole dick and knot into you, keeping his dick snug between your warm, soft, and wet walls as he gently ruts his cock

You both moan as you reach your climaxes - Itto's hot, virile cum fulls your Omegan heat to the brim - making your inner Omega ecstatic.

You moan at the feeling if Itto filling you up with his dick, cum and most importantly his huge knot plugging you up

Your 3rd orgasm of the night hits you harder than the others, your legs unwrapping from Itto's waist and twitching uncontrollably from your orgasm

Your dick spurts small splashes of clear cum which coat your dick, chest and Itto's abs in your useless seed

Your grip on Itto's horns tightens as you pull the Alpha down for a passionate kiss - your pull on his horns making the Oni cum a second time immediately out of overstimulation

You sloppily makeout with Itto, his tongue dominating yours lazily as his tight grip on you doesn't loosen one bit

You can feel your tummy full of your Alpha's cock and cum, the bulge in your stomach slightly bigger from the Alpha's unreal amounts of cum

However Sticky and sweaty the two of you were, as well as incredibly overstimualted and hot, you two enjoyed the moment m, basking in the afterglow as Itto rubs his strong arm up and down your back

After managing to calm down (his knot, therefore, also going down) Itto pulls his dick out of you, his thick jizz pouring out of you like a leaking tap

The Alpha lies you down on your bed and immediately reverts back to his less horny, gentlemanly demeanor

Itto jokes with you as he cleans the two of you up - taking care with you as your heat is very much still in effect, his cum and knot merely subduing it for a few hours at most

After the two of you are cleaned up and cleaned out, Itto and you share the few moments you two remain awake cuddling and chatting

Itto had quickly informed Lady Yae that you won't be in for a week, and he's left Shinibu in charge until he's back

As you lull to sleep in your boyfriends warm, strong arms, Itto caresses your body softly while whispering sweet nothings to you

Each one of his sentences having at least one way of saying "I love you" in them

[kujiba]

♬Genshin characters as your deliverer

彡| ft. Arlecchino, Navia, Razor, Bennet, Shenhe, Itto

A/n: i made this at 12 am. Dunno what possesed me tbh

[xiayannie]

itto headcannons please 😩☝️

not sure what kind of headcannons you wanted :) so I decided to do a sfw and nsfw.

nsfw is below the cut.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

☆ arataki itto

cw(s): afab! reader, mentions of breeding, positions; full nelson, prone bone, size difference, dick details, morning wood

synopsis: headcannons for the boss of the arataki gang (arataki itto is biggest goof)

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 (𝐬𝐟𝐰)

itto is the biggest goof around town.

but he's your goof. you can't help but adore him and the way he sees light in every situation. (even when there is none.)

↳ though he's not rich, and not the smartest, he finds ways to make you smile. whether it be hugs, compliments, or a pretty pebble he found on his adventures that he wanted you to see.

↳ itto is a respectful king, he loves every bit of you and he makes sure to often kiss you gently all over. pecking and covering all of your skin whilst he worships you.

↳ flowers are a must. he makes sure to pick up some pretty flowers that remind him of you whenever the both of you meet up.

↳ itto loves to chat and talk about how his day went, telling you about the smallest details, and of course, ending it with his proclamation of love for you.

↳ big, clingy, and cuddly bear. (best cuddle buddy.)

↳ his favorite thing to do is tackle you, taking you down with him as he bear hugs you.

his frame absolutely engulfs your entire figure !! he's so big and muscular, but his chest is oh so squishy. (there's a slight panic that he'll suffocate you every time your face is pressed into his chest, but a couple of hurried taps has itto letting go, apologizing with a sheepish grin on his face.)

↳ as previously stated (and already known !!) itto is big.

↳ realistically, itto smells (kinda) sweaty. fresh out of the shower itto smells like a mix of honey with an earthy wood scent.

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 ( 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 )

↳ his dick stands at 9 inches hard, and about 7.5 inches soft. tip is a pretty pinkish brown (#ad8882 if you want.) it curves slightly to his left, is very veiny, and quite girthy.

↳ itto is extremely dirty without realizing it in bed.

it's hot in the moment, but it's quite lewd and embarrassing when itto talks dirty. itto finds inspiration from films and porn, heck, even the erotica novels that he finds at the back of yae publishing house. (he skips all of the pages except for the explicit scenes.)

"f-fuck yeahh... pussy is sucking me in so deep, hm?"

"gonna pound this sweet cunt and breed it real good..."

↳ despite the embarrassment felt sometimes when you hear him spout filth into your ears, you can't help but moan.

itto's cock reaches reeeal deep. you swear you can feel his tip touch your cervix.

his relentless pounding has you weak, huffing for air as he flips you over into a different position.

↳ speaking of positions, itto loves prone bone.

it has his dick hitting every right spot inside that sweet cunt of yours, every mewl drives him crazy as he clutches onto your hips, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he plows like a beast.

↳ loves full nelson as well.

he feels so big and strong when he's holding you by the knees, all while thrusting up into your warm pussy.

itto does tries his best to be gentle, but it's so hard when he looks down to see you writhe and beg for him oh so desperately. he doesn't want to keep his poor baby waiting after all.

↳ there are times where he's real clumsy and cute, letting out small profanities and a small whine when his cock slips out of your wet entrance, or when he almost cums undone from just rubbing his dick up against you.

↳ itto cums an ungodly amount & has insane stamina, so you'll be in for a couple of rounds possibly passed out by the end of it.

↳ he's sweet, making sure to clean the both of you up with a wet and warm towel.

↳ itto throws a loose shirt of his over you before he passes out, unconsciously moving in his sleep to spoon you from behind.

↳ his morning wood has the both of you going for sleepy sex.

↳ small, sweet, murmurs and whispers are exchanged.

itto is a big cuddly bear who can't help but want to plant himself deep inside you because he loves you so much!

[teyvathandymenclub]

Genshin Men - Pregnancy Reaction (P.2)

Story: You just announced your pregnancy to your partner.

Characters: Itto, Wriothesley, Ayato

TW: None

Notes: Tublr won´t let me upload the whole thing (it´s too long?), so I will post Ayato´s story later.

Itto - After you tell him the big news, his loud laugh almost makes you jump.

“Pregnant? With me?!” he suddenly asks out of nowhere.

“No, with your worst enemy.” you roll your eyes at his absurd question.

“How could you?!” Itto´s puppy eyes instantly fill with tears.

“I am just joking because you ask stupid questions.”

He quickly brushes his hair with his usual sass and pokes you in the arm. “I knew that you were joking the whole time. Can you imagine? Baby Oni running around causing chaos just like his father?” Itto laughs.

“Well, it is time to get prepared, because that part was true.”

“Wait, wait, wait! REALLY????” Itto grabs you and pushes his ear on your belly. “But I don't hear anything! Are you sure that the baby is there?”

“I am sure. It is just too soon to hear anything.” you laugh, but Itto interrupts you with the biggest kiss he ever gave you before he runs out the door yelling “I have to tell the boys! And Auntie Kuki! She will lose her mind!”.

In the next weeks, Itto keeps coming home with arms full of many different things for the baby. One day he came with a huge pregnancy pillow that in the end he kept using himself, so he had to buy another one for you. But the biggest joy brought him a baby carrier that he could strap on himself so he could take the baby to work. He was really upset when you told him that it was not a good idea.

Wriothesley - When you told him that you would stop by during work hours he immediately got nervous. It took a lot out of him to keep his composure so no one would suspect a thing. Is the Duke feeling bad? This type of news would spread at the speed of light across the whole fortress. His mind was occupied by your unexpected decision to visit him the whole day. Are you fed up with him working all the time? But he already warned you that sometimes he would not make it home… Wriothesley was even on high alert to not cross Sigewinne. She would immediately know that something was going on. Finally, a few minutes before your arrival, Wriothesley prepared a freshly brewed tea and your favorite cake. He certainly felt a little ridiculous when he asked one of his men to go up there just for a piece of cake. But for you? There is nothing he would not do.

“Wrio!” the echo of your voice fills the whole office.

“My dear!” he jumps out from his chair rushing down the stairs to meet you.

You hug tightly and after a longing kiss, you laugh.

“Fresh tea? Just for me?” you smile.

“Of course.” he smiles and offers you his hand. “Let´s have a seat.”

As you come upstairs, you spot your favorite cake on the table. “I am sorry that I made you nervous.”

“Why would you think that?” he asks innocently as he sits next to you on the sofa.

“You always do this. Every time you think that there is something wrong. You show me how amazing you are.”

“Are you implying that there are times when you do not think that I am amazing?”

You both laugh and after a few silent sips of the tea you rest your head on his arm.

“I need to tell you something.” you whisper.

His body immediately stiffs.

“Actually, I want to show you.” and you reach for your bag.

Wriothesley watches you silently. All he can hear is blood rushing through his veins. What is going on? He always has everything under control and this whole situation is new. Are you trying to leave him? He was on his own almost his whole life. This cannot happen. Not after he gave you his heart. He knew it. He was a fool for opening so much, people always hurt you…

“Wrio?”

He finds you sitting next to him again but now you are holding something.

“Are you ok? If you are not feeling well we can do this another time.” you try to read his face.

“No. No! I am fine.” he smiles. “Just a long day… So? What do we have here?” He points his finger on the small box.

“I don´t know.” you smile. “But you can look and find out.”

Wriothesley slowly opens the box. He frowns as he takes out the small plush wolf.

He looks at you with confusion. You can not help but smile so much it almost hurts. He looks back at the plush toy. It is so small. Small wolf. Small… Wolf… And it hits him.

“What do you think about growing our little pack…” but before you can finish whatever you wanted to say, he grabs you into a painfully tight hug. Afterward, he looks back at the toy and stares at it for some time. You know what is going through his mind. His family and his past flashed before his eyes. You did not say a word until you spotted silent tears coming down his cheeks.

“My love.” you reach for him and kiss him on the face after you dry his tears.

“Yes,” Wriothesley says.

“What do you mean?”

“Yes, I want to build our little pack with you.” he smiles at you knowing that he will do everything to be the best father under the sun.

[sakkiichi]

TICKETS TO BARBIE.

watching the barbie movie with him.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, Venti, Kaveh, Albedo, Arataki Itto x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, crack, modern au, headcanons.

word count: 1.6k.

so, i went to see the barbie movie the other day. my friend watched it too 🩵 (sadly we couldn’t go together, as we live miles away), but we both loved it, so i thought this would be a fun idea for some quick headcanons.

✧ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

— Kazuha just loves seeing how excited you are to watch the new Barbie movie. His warm eyes shine and his smile is lovestruck as he observes you rushing around, preparing your pink outfit.

— He’ll have to dedicate a poem to you, with Barbie’s signature color wrapped around you as the main theme.

— If you want to match outfits with him, your boyfriend will oblige, because even if the color choice is not something he’d wear usually, Kazuha loves the idea of matching with you and he adores even more how happy you look.

— Your sparkly gaze when you decorate his hair with pink strawberry and hello kitty clips makes his heart feel all warm and fuzzy, to the point of getting lost in your stare and completely spacing out when you call his name.

— “You’re so beautiful, dove.” Your lover dreamily sighs, when he finally comes to. Cupping your face, don’t blame him if he smudges your perfectly applied lipgloss with his honeyed kisses, alright?

— You and Kazuha are definitely that super cute and affectionate couple at the cinema. From holding hands, to him sneaking cheek kisses, to you feeding him popcorn… Everyone adores your little displays of affection, you two are just so sweet.

— Also, Kazuha looks so good in pink! If you tell him that, though, he’ll get all blushy. And oh, when you caress his face or kiss his forehead? He’s just like a baby bunny with how cute he is. However, he’ll be sure to fluster you with his multiple compliments…

✧ SCARAMOUCHE

— You quite literally have to drag him to watch the movie.

— “Barbie? Isn’t that for little girls?” He spat with a frown, arms crossed over his chest when you presented the idea to him.

— However, your boyfriend happens to be very soft for you, so just give him the puppy eyes and he’ll bend to your every wish.

— “Please?” “Ugh, fine, whatever.”

— He also pretends he doesn’t enjoy the hug and kiss you give him when he agrees to go with you.

— So, the day to go watch Barbie arrives, and Scara shows up at the living room of your shared apartment dressed in all black, ripped jeans on and purple headphones wrapped around his neck.

— “Well? Let’s go watch that stupid movie.” He says, purposefully averting his gaze from your all-pink outfit (he’s totally jealous he won’t be the only one to see you while you look this gorgeous).

— “Not dressed like that, you aren’t.”

— And that is how you proceeded to dress the angry cat that is your boyfriend in a pink top with frilly sleeves. (Alas, you couldn’t get away with making him wear a skirt, but at least you managed to put his hair in pigtails and snap a picture before he ripped the pink hairties off).

— Honestly, Kuni secretly enjoys the movie and thinks weird barbie is neat, even if he won’t tell you about it (yes, you definitely were imagining it when you saw him shed tears at that one scene with Ruth and Barbie).

✧ XIAO

— “Two tickets to Barbie.” And it’s two people, one clad in pink from head to toe, the other in all black, combat boots, and a bunch of tattoos and piercings. He’s wearing a pink butterfly clip in his dark teal hair, though.

— Xiao can’t say no to you, even if he’s overwhelmed by all the people present at the cinema, and the loud atmosphere and bright colors of a crowd dressed in shades of rose are not really his thing.

— But you squeeze his hand reassuringly, your gaze meeting his sharp golden one with that smile he adores to see on your lips. He gets to be with you when you seem so happy, so carefree, and that’s more than he could have ever wished for.

— Your boyfriend might not be wearing the signature color of the doll starring in the film, but his cheeks have certainly taken a deep flushed tone when you hold onto his arm lovingly, your fingers softly running over the swirling patterns of his inked skin.

— Please, please, please, buy something sweet for him to eat while you two watch the movie :( sweet pop corn, pastries, candy… Xiao enjoys mild and sweet flavors, so if you surprise him with a treat like that, he’ll get so flustered and happy! Are you gonna miss out on such an adorable sight?

✧ VENTI

— He’s right in his element!

— Totally wears pink clothes, pink accessories, heart shaped sunglasses and pink makeup.

— If you’d let him, he’d definitely show up in something like his archon outfit, but pink, wings included (yeah, he’s a victoria’s secret angel and he knows it).

— Don’t let him bring the bottle of rosé wine he tried to sneak past you, though, please.

— His mischief aside, Venti is actually one of the best people to watch Barbie with. He’s fun, is invested in the plot, songs and outfits, he’s a comforting presence and is well versed in pop culture.

— The only con is you’re a tad bit jealous that he looks better in pink that you do. He’s certainly slaying in that outfit. Rest assured, though, Venti is not at all shy when compliments are due, so he’ll be sure to shower you with plenty, and he means every single one of them.

— Loves the movie and loves getting to experience it with you. Under his carefree and cheerful front, your lover is someone who really craves for tranquil moments like this, just you and him, spending time together doing something you enjoy… Venti wishes all days could be like this, as much as he likes partying and drinks.

✧ KAVEH

— Similar to Venti, he’s thriving, and maybe he’s even looking forward to this more than you are.

— Has his outfit and makeup thought up days, if not weeks, beforehand (and obviously he has sparkly pink clips to combine with his clothes, as the babygirl he is).

— Kaveh will offer to do your hair, makeup and to help you choose your clothes. And who are you to refuse? Not when you know he’s amazing at it, not when he’s giving you the most precious puppy eyes this world has seen.

— He won’t let you pay for the tickets or snacks either, no matter how much you insist. Your boyfriend has a hard time accepting kindness, especially from someone as special as you; he could never let you invite him or even let you pay for your part and manage to sleep peacefully at night.

— During the movie, he’s living. Takes mental note of the dresses and fits, all the barbie dream houses and every different design he spots. His kind gaze is wide and sparkling and you find yourself staring at your pretty boyfriend more than at the big screen. To see him so… free and untroubled… You wouldn’t trade that for the world.

✧ ALBEDO

— You think it’s seriously unfair how good pink suits him (let’s face it, Albedo is royalty and will be pretty in literally anything) but right now, he looks not unlike a Barbie himself (unfair).

— If he’s in one of his teasing moods, he’ll give you the half lidded eyes and the shit eating smirk when you’re very much not inconspicuously staring at him with your mouth agape.

— “You look stunning yourself, my dearest.” The blonde will whisper, leaning close to your jawline as he cups the back of your head, the lingering caress of his lips on the skin right below your ear making your knees almost buckle.

— Actually is very interested in the critical message the movie intends to portray, and has everything figured out right before it happens (you can totally tell by the way his cerulean eyes glint knowingly, his chin cradled between his fingers, rosy lips titled upwards).

— Naturally, as an artist, Albedo takes note of every design and the whole colorimetry presented through the scenes. Your boyfriend hopes, one day, he can capture you in every shade of vibrant rose and sunshine, even if he believes no paint on canvas will ever do you justice.

— Definitely thinks weird barbie is cool and feels a little guilty because he knows if he were to give a doll to Klee, it would run the risk of meeting that exact same fate (probably accidentally, due to his little sister’s eh… rowdy and adventurous nature).

✧ ARATAKI ITTO

— “Itto, repeat after me: no, you can’t rename our shared apartment the mojo dojo casa house.”

— Itto probably relates to Ken, except for the latter’s actions, because your partner thinks all women are queens and he’d never do what Ken did.

— You probably have to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from being too loud during the movie; he means well, but he’s excitable and can’t help but comment and laugh noisily.

— Just give him a soft kiss on the lips and he’ll be silent for the rest of the film, wink wink. (Don’t blame him if he can’t pay attention to it afterwards, though, he’s just too entranced by your smiling expression).

— Itto would protect Ruth with his life. He adores his grandma, and somehow, the elderly lady from the movie reminds him of her; so, afterwards, he might beg you to help him choose a nice tea set as a gift and to accompany him to visit his grandmother.

— He’s definitely the type to buy some commemorative souvenir: an “I am kenough” hoodie; Ken’s fur coat, Barbie’s car… or any trinket made for the occasion. He’s just like a kid on a candy store, he looks so happy you don’t have it in yourself to deny it to him, even if he ends up buying some overpriced and maybe useless trinket.

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I'll Love You No Matter What

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Arataki Itto x Grey-Ace Reader 2k

Itto is a clueless man, but even he has been able to pick up on his lover's subtle mood change over the past few weeks. You have such vibrant and fun energy, and that was something that never changed about you. But when he looked into your eyes, he couldn't help but feel your mind was occasionally somewhere else when you were with him. You would get lost in thought, and the most somber expression would cross your features. He hated seeing that look on your face, so he would always say or do something to distract you from it.

You two always talked about everything; there were no secrets between you. Itto wanted to help, but he was clueless about how to go about it. This couldn't be solved by charging right in, which he always does. He trusted you and knew he just had to be patient and wait for when you were ready.

But it was a test of his patience, especially when it seemed like you would tell him what was bothering you. You would sit him down as though you had something important to say, a nervous look crossing your features. But you would speak of trivial matters, such as what you should have for dinner or how the Arataki gang members were doing. He just went along with anything you said, like his usual carefree self, leaving you unaware of the fact that he knows.

~~~~~~~~~

"Hello, I am looking for the most beautiful girl in the world. Have you seen her around?"

Itto started laughing when you rolled your eyes at his greeting, a bright expression on his face. "Are you ready to go, Doll? It's the perfect time for a hunt and a picnic!"

Today was the day for one of your usual dates, a picnic and onikabuto hunting. Itto was clearly ready to go, standing on your porch carrying a picnic basket in one hand and a bug net in the other. He looked like an overgrown child prepared to go on an adventure with how excited he was.

"I'm Ready!" But, unlike Itto, you were more dressed for the picnic aspect of your date. You wore a beautiful yet simple baby blue sundress. It hugged each of your curves perfectly while flowing loosely on your lower half, resting an inch above your knees. It was the perfect dress to wear for lounging in the warmth of Inazuma's sun.

You had decided that today would be the day you talked to him about your sexuality. This is something that has been weighing on you for too long now, and you wouldn't be able to move forward with him until you told him. Your fear and anxiety had been holding you back all this time, and you weren't sure if you could do it.

Even with your determination to talk to him today, your mind was still racing. What if he reacted badly? Wanted to break up? You couldn't bear the thought of that happening. You know Itto is a good man under all of his shenanigans, but you couldn't help but fear the worst. It is human nature to want to protect yourself from the pain of losing a loved one, but you can only go so long without the truth coming out.

Once Itto had your confirmation that you were ready to go, he shoved the bug net into the picnic basket. With his now free hand, he grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers. "Oh right, I almost forgot!" He smiled at you before leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss. It was short and sweet, but it conveyed his feelings for you better than words. "Can't forget your good morning kiss," He said as he pulled away, smiling down at you before the two of you left your house.

Inazuma was magnificent, and you were glad to call it your home. The scenery, the people, everything about it was peaceful, especially now that the Shogun's decree was over. You couldn't imagine living anywhere else, but as long as you had Itto, you could make anywhere your home.

Your usual date spot was only about a ten-minute walk from your house, but it was perfect for you two. It took you just outside town, where there was an abundance of trees and an overgrowth of plants. You both had the location memorized at this point, even if it was a bit off the beaten path.

There was an abnormal amount of onikabuto lurking under the plants or on trees which were perfect for Itto to hunt them. But what truly made this spot special was the view. A clearing was not far from a cliff, giving a perfect ocean view. Itto took you here for your first date just over a year ago, and you come back at least once a month now.

As you set up the picnic blanket, Itto was already looking for onikabuto in the area, mumbling to himself about needing to find the strongest one. Getting him to wait a few minutes was impossible, so the two of you set off into the woods as soon as you had everything set up for you to return to later.

You two spent the next hour exploring the woods, searching for the little bugs. No leaf nor rock was left unturned within a mile of your picnic in your search for the perfect onikabuto. He needed one bigger and stronger than his champion bug, which was surprisingly tricky. Unfortunately, most of the ones you found were too small or young to fight. But just before you were about to give up, you looked under one last wild plant leaf and found another onikabuto.

"Itto! Over here!" You called out to Itto, who had wandered off a bit into the woods. Within a minute, he was by your side, examining the onikabuto. It was the perfect one, it was bigger than any one he had ever caught, and it looked ready for a fight, as it didn't shy away from Itto scooping him up and placing him in a container.

"Doll!! You're the freaking best!" Itto immediately grabbed you in a crushing hug, lifting you right off your feet. It always shocked you when Itto did this, and you commented about being too big the first few times. He quickly shut that down, telling you to stop talking such nonsense. He spun you around in a circle like an excited child, both of you laughing as you told him to put you down so you two could go eat.

Once you were back on your own feet, the two of you headed back to your picnic setup to eat. Of course, you already knew what would be in the basket, the same food Itto always brought, sub sandwiches. Itto says it's because it's his favorite food, but you know the truth. It's because he can't cook at all, and sandwiches are the only thing he can make without causing an explosion in the kitchen.

Itto dominated most of the conversation while the two of you ate, not that you minded right now. Even with how much fun onikabuto hunting was, your plan still weighed on your mind. It was difficult for you to keep up a conversation right now, and you were already trying to come up with excuses not to tell him about your sexuality.

"And then Shinobu kicked her shoe off, getting ready to smack-"

"Itto, I need to talk to you."

Both of you seemed shocked when you suddenly interrupted him and his story. You hadn't even been listening to what he was saying, too lost in your thoughts, obsessing over the conversation you needed to have. Before you even realized it, your thoughts had come flying out of your mouth. Before you could apologize to him, he gave you a big grin, nodding his head.

"Of course, Doll? What is it?" His expression didn't match your serious one, though it was rare to see him act serious in the first place.

He didn't say anything else as you remained silent, looking down at the picnic blanket the two of you sat on. You couldn't bring yourself to look up at him until his hand reached out for yours, gently squeezing it.

"Doll, you can tell me anything." His words were so genuine and warm, and the gentle touch of his hands on yours helped give you the small burst of courage you needed.

"I haven't told you this because I've been worried about your reaction to it, but I identify as grey-ace."

After you told him, the couple seconds of silence felt like an eternity. You watched as his warm expression changed to confusion. "I don't know what that means," he said pretty matter-of-factly.

"It can be different for everyone, but I don't experience sexual attraction often, or at all, but I'm not against sex."

Itto nodded his head as he processed what you said, and a few seconds passed before he spoke again.

"Okay, cool! Right, so then Shinobu threw that thing so hard that-"

As Itto returned to telling his story, you sat there in utter surprise. All he said was okay cool? Just like that? The apparent shock was painted on your face as you stared at him dumbfounded, and he again stopped telling his story once he saw your expression.

"Are you okay Doll? is something... wait a minute... was that what has been bothering you the past few weeks?"

"You knew all this time?" Itto had never once let on to the fact he knew something was bothering you, just acting as if nothing had been wrong.

"Oh Doll," Itto reached out and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you over until you were sitting in his lap. Then, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, so your back rested against his chest.

"I knew you would tell me what was bothering you eventually... I am Arataki Itto, the best boyfriend to ever exist. Why would you be so scared?"

"I thought you would want to break up... and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

"Of course I don't want to break up with you! You're my girlfriend, my best friend. I love you... Something like that wouldn't make me want to leave you" He couldn't believe that this was what had been plaguing your thoughts all this time, and part of him wished he had just poked and prodded and got you to say something sooner.

As you looked over your shoulder at him, he leaned down and kissed your forehead, which made you smile. The relief that washed over your body had you melting back against him.

You knew you shouldn't have doubted Itto after a year of being together, but your mind sometimes got the best of you. You two hadn't talked about sexualities before, mainly because you had been trying to avoid this topic for so long. The unknown aspect of his views had fueled your fear for too long, and it was finally over.

"Can you uh... teach me more about this?" Itto had a bit of a sheepish look as he spoke, almost like he was embarrassed. "I don't know much about grey-ace and want to know everything about you."

His request warmed your heart, and you had to hold back tears that threatened to spill over. It wasn't often that people asked or wanted to put that much effort into knowing more about your sexuality like that.

"Of course, Itto. I would love to do that."

He had his usual grin on his face as you looked back at him. You felt him pull you closer to him before he leaned down to kiss you. Something about this kiss felt different, like it was the start of a new future between you two. You felt complete at this moment and knew that Itto was the one for you.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Doll."

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❨ summary ❩ genshin › genshin men playing minecraft with you ((ft. alhaitham, itto, cyno, diluc, kazuha, kaeya, heizou, & xiao))

tags ✧ modern au, drabble, fluff, chaotic energy, not proofread, cursing, ooc(?), established relationship, gn!reader, kaeya sets a forest on fire, alhaitham does not appreciate bees, mentions of pixelated deaths

amanuensis’ message ⊹ IM NOT TRYING TO KILL MY OTHER FANDOMS I SWEAR… im gonna back up from twst for a bit (im literally posting scarabia soon.) you can clearly tell who my favorites are… this unlocked a whole different part of my brain holy shit im deceased

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ALHAITHAM

╰┈➤ tbh he thinks minecraft is stupid, i mean, why not read a book instead of burning the images of pixels into your eye sockets😒 yeah, he’d just rather books. its a game about blocks, what could possibly be so interesting? he will admit the music is… nice. its nostalgic even though he’s never heard the track before. his favorite animals are the axolotl idk they’re his little pookies. its their little stick arms, they look so silly… as soon as haitham found out that you could color things its over, he make some sweet things like putting a sign on top of your shared house with both initials with colored dye. he’s so happy, just not very vocal about it, but he has the smallest of smiles. he definitely has headphones with the crochet sprout on it omg😭 alhaitham does not like bees whatsoever, they stung him for trying to get food. he just wanted honey :[

“look, the dog’s collar is blue. and the sign’s letters are green and then if you add a glow squid’s ink, it lights up.”

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ARATAKI ITTO

╰┈➤ he has waited YEARS for someone to play minecraft with him omfg. certified snack hoarder for times like these. you both literally hit each other to show love, you’ve accidentally killed him once bc he didn’t tell you that he had like half a heart… itto likes the water, hates the guardians because who do you think you are attacking him out of nowhere??? gets one shotted by the elder guardian while trying to fight it with a stick and then blames it on magma blocks pulling him down. GAMING WITH HIM IS NEVER CALM GODS💀 you cannot lay on him or anything bc as soon as those cave sounds or disc 13 start playing, he’s already done sprung out of his seat. his screams are actually really funny though, you got him a cat from how much he’s been assaulted by creepers. when you introduced him to shaders, he was so in awe. “babe i have a shadow!” type of excitement JAKEJEJDMnda.

“the cat’s name is sir arataki the third, you are now my loyal guard cat. who’s an adorable little guy?”

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CYNO

╰┈➤ look at this nerd (affectionate), ofc he plays cubecraft. loved it so much that when he didn’t have the actual game, he would play the really bad knockoffs💀 plays on console so you can sit between his legs, lean back, and game with him. cyno hate the split screen because he always gets confused on what side he’s on so he lets you use his switch, that way you’re both still comfortable. he’s more of an explorer if you do get mod packs for him, likes the horror ones the most. there’s nothing like hitting the enemy or shit talking the thing that could potentially one shot you with your s/o‼️ yall crouch a lot, its like a little dance. he really likes the disc “far” it itches his brain in the right way. definitely downloads the little raccoon mobs but then regrets it because he gives up all his berries to them, look at their little begging arms, literally how can you say no to that?? AND THEY WASH THE BERRIES. you both fall asleep to the ambience and to each others breathing all cuddled up ‘n warm. cyno absentmindedly sings the music while chopping wood or mining that shit has you SLUMPED. he kisses your head when you fall asleep, smiling like a silly goober.

“do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do, neow neow neow nneow neeeowwww… huh? oh, i’m almost done then we can go to bed, yeah? i’ll charge the switch too, don’t worry. just rest.”

(he’s singing that one part in danny lmfao)

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DILUC

╰┈➤ diluc does not understand the concept of minecraft but its okay, he’s just happy to be here. he also doesn’t call it minecraft but “cave game”, the original name, he did his research though it is rare that he actually calls it minecraft. found out that you could breed animals and accidentally made a pack of wolves. diluc is really good with redstone its actually insane😭 he’s the type to protect you the whole time while you’re getting flowers for the house, boyfriend bodyguard. diluc doesn’t play much because of his job but when he does, he’s prepared to sit for hours and spend time with you :(. these are the times where he’s most affectionate, randomly kissing your cheek, getting water for the both of you before you play, etc. luc loves the mod pack “industrial”, he can build machines, how neat is that??? also it has way more OMFP with the added features it has yk? he likes the trains :D

“is the water running…? the water’s running, they have moving windmills!”

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

╰┈➤ kazuha has the most expensive equipment yet doesn’t use this shit half of the time unless he’s streaming with heizou??? like im talking msi infinite rs pc, multiple monitors, a graphic drawing tablet, headphones with immaculate sound quality AND!!! the ear cups have fucking cyberpunk 3d wing guards on them. but anyways, minecraft, yes, he plays. in fact, kaedehara has about 10 beaten hardcore worlds every time a new update comes out, he must beat the game again. he rarely plays minecraft without his shaders so when you want to play the original og minecraft, he doesn’t mind, he actually enjoys the nostalgia. so much so the music is actually his background music when he’s just lazing around. words cannot express how much he dislikes (hates) wardens omg. he’ll protect you from them but if there were diamonds behind a warden, ig he’s going somewhere else😭 kazuha gives you random shit, weather that be something really sweet or questionable…

“love, do you want my rotten flesh? here<3 oh! and, i also got you some steak, you’re low on hearts…”

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KAEYA

╰┈➤ he’s heard of it, watched people play, just never played it. but when he does… he’s a menace. kaeya got his hands on flint and steel and set an entire jungle on fire… but he can be sweet sometimes! you’re the one protecting his ass while he walks around at night UNARMED to gather blue flowers for you. like you’re cute, but take a shield or something😭 he’s jumped off of a tall building before and landed on half a heart for a stack of bread you didn’t want. he’s rather oblivious to the mobs around him, he once thought shulkers were friends because they were just “silly little guys in little boxes” yk until they almost killed him. you bought him his own skin and introduced him to parrots and now its his favorite animal, he looks like a pirate!!! kaeya is chaotically sweet.

“yes, you almost died protecting me but how could you resist my everlasting love plus pixelated blue flowers?”

(has a cat unironically named ice spice LMFAO)

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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is good at literally anything else BUT minecraft. its the way this game constantly has it out for him too like what did bro do??🙁 heizou stream’s with kazuha every now and again and on those, he still doesn’t know what to do… he’d rather play on the servers, bedwars in particular. extremely good at bw, you’d rather NOT be his enemy😭😭 wins almost every single game even when he carries, rank 98 in the server. yet when it comes to a casual server between you and him, the chats are filled with his deaths and his hashtagged rages💀 heizou despises silverfish which is also why he hates going into strongholds, they could get stomped on for all he cares! >:( he has texture packs with really beautiful skies and then a picnic mod so he can stargaze with you and eats minecraft cake :(<3

“oh. babe, green is heading for our bed, no pressure or anything. i loovveee youuu😚”

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XIAO

╰┈➤ xiao has the MOST downloaded mod packs, shaders, and worlds. not very expensive mod packs most of the time but when they are, they’re always good. spends his time fighting off mobs at night, #1 totem holder. he even has his own custom skin!!! he’s kinda been waiting for you to ask so when you do play mc together, you already have your own room, but when you voluntarily move your bed into his room to sleep… he melts. xiao loves cuddling while the two of you play, he’d rather your arms around him than the other way around, feels more intimate. you have matching hoodies for occasions like this. he has the dragon mod pack and has his own golden and orange dragon named ‘li’. he doesn’t talk while gaming, curses silently when he gets hit, but other than that doesn’t talk. if you want to talk, he’ll listen, he likes hearing about your day :].

“no, keep talking. i’m listening. see, li’s listening too.”

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An Oni's Careful Watch

(Itto x Fem! reader)

cw: Mentions of injury, mentions of gangs, Protective!Itto, Boyfriend!Itto

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A week ago you had a run in with a local Inazuma gang who didn't take kindly to Itto's. While you can always protect yourself, Itto doesn't think so.

You had taken your vision off that day, leaving it at home so it didn't call too much attention while you went out running errands for the day.

Which was a pretty big mistake seeing as it landed you with a black eye and a broken wrist.

Itto was FURIOUS about this when you showed up to the gang's usual meeting place. He even stopped his Onikabuto match after you told him what happened!

So now your boyfriend won't stop trailing you around and keeping an eye on you. Sure it was sweet at first...but now he's overbearing and over cautious about every little thing!

"Oh woah woah woah! Anddd what do you think you're doing?" Itto huffs, pulling you back into his arms, making sure you don't go within two feet of him. You two were running your weekly errands as normal, but this was exhausting with his constant nagging.

"Just because I got jumped by another gang doesn't mean that I can't protect myself!" You sigh, looking up at the Oni. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he isn't going to budge.

He was quick to scoff at your little attitude, his chest puffing out a bit.

"Handle yourself, huh?" He laughed down at you. Finding it humorous you were speaking like you know what you're doing, and that just riled him up. He pulled you to his body, so you were practically flush against him, making you stumble over your feet a bit.

"You really think you can take care of yourself? Like you haven't gotten yourself into trouble already, multiple times might I add..."

The air gets kind of crisp as he sees your eyes glare into his. He shivers a bit, and Itto just knows he started something.

"Woah! Woah! Let's get this straight it was two times!" You hiss softly. "And one was your fault!"

Itto's mouth fell open in shock. How dare you say he was the one at fault! He'd been protecting you, that was all. It was your own fault for getting into the mess anyway!

"Bullshit!" He argued back. His fingers dug into your waist, his hand squeezing your hips almost possessively. You weren't about to get away with putting the blame on him.

"I was trying to keep you safe, that's all! I wasn't the one who was talking back to gang members!"

Pausing in the street to raise an eyebrow at him, your eyes narrow even more if that's even possible. "And care to remember why was I talking back to them?" You fold your arms.

"Because you're too troublesome and can't keep your mouth shut!" Itto retorted, refusing to back down in the midst of the argument. A part of him wanted to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all.

"When those guys were talking to you, you should've just walked away! But NOOO, you had to say something to them, and the next thing I knew, they were holding you at knifepoint!"

You let out a breathy laugh and roll your eyes. "Oh really? So I wasn't arguing with them because they hurt your feelings!?" You poke his chest with your finger.

The audacity you had. Itto felt himself grow a little irritated. You were completely ignoring the fact he was just trying to defend you! He wasn't hurt, his feelings hadn't been messed with. His feelings of annoyance on the other hand, sure...

"What the hell are you talking about? They didn't hurt my feelings. It was you they hurt!" Itto protested, his grip on your hip tightening in frustration.

You let out a small huff and pull away from him. "Sue me if I don't appreciate people talking bad about my boyfriend!"

Itto suddenly had a change of expression, eyes slightly going wide before an annoyingly smug expression appeared.

"You...You got mad cause they were talking about me?" The oni repeated to clarify. A smirk tugged at his lips as he pulled you a little closer to his body.

You don't even want to answer him, especially with his ego sky rocketing, but you know you have to. "Yes!" You whisper, looking away to avoid his stupid grin.

Itto chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out a soft hum. Feeling your back against his front was a pleasure in itself, but seeing you look away from him in embarrassment was even better.

"Aww...Were you defending my honor, princess?" He taunted, a devious smile slowly creeping onto his face.

With that you immediately scoff and pull away, walking along to continue the errands.

Ah, that reaction was exactly what Itto was expecting. He chuckled to himself and followed after you. It didn't take him long to catch up and fall into step with you, and he quickly placed his hand on your back.

"Hey, hey, hey! Where are you going?" He asked, giving a small pout as he looked down at you. "Don't be like that, babe.. I was just teasing you."

You ignore him, sticking your nose up in the air. "And that's what you get!" You huff walking along and glazing over merchant stalls for your errands.

"Don't be so pouty!" Itto sighed dramatically, his hand moving to grab your forearm, slowing down your walking.

He gently pulled you to his side, his arm wrapping around your waist as he smiled sheepishly. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" He began, clearly not sorry at all.

"Come on... Don't give me the silent treatment, you know it's annoying," Itto whined.

"You gonna stop teasing me?" You fold your arms with a gentle hum.

Itto seemed to hesitate, thinking to himself as he weighed up the options. He definitely wasn't going to stop teasing you, but he also didn't want you to be mad at him for too long.

"Maybe?" He answered. A cocky grin appeared as he gave you a mischievous look, his eyes flickering over your pouty expression.

"If you promise not to get mad at me. Or yell at me. Or walk away like just now." He added.

You sigh loudly, shaking your head before glancing up into his eyes.

Itto's expression softened for a moment, and he took a moment to admire your face. Your eyes, your pouty lips, the redness of your cheeks, he took in every feature. You were adorable when you were upset, but he'd rather have you smiling.

"Oh, come on, babe..." He protested, his hands moving to grab your waist. He gently pulled you close to his body, his arms slowly enclosing around you.

"Please don't pout at me like that. You know I'm gonna give in.."

You flutter your eyelashes up at him with a sly smirk. "So it's working?"

Itto made an exaggerated groan, his head tilting back in frustration.

"Yes, you little- URG, it's working." He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"You're playing with my emotions right now, you know that right?" He pointed out, his eyes flickering down to meet yours again. His grasp on your waist gently tightens, you keeping you flush against his body.

"And you most certainly never play with mine huh?" You roll your eyes playfully before laughing.

A smug smirk tugged at the corners of Itto's lips.

"Oh, you're going there, huh?" He chuckled, his eyes roaming over your expression.

"You love it when I play with your emotions. I give you a little attention and spoil you and you melt for me." He teased, squeezing your waist playfully.

"Dangerous game Oni...dangerous game..." You tease, taking his hands off your waist and continuing errands, picking out groceries and paying for them.

Itto chuckled as he followed you over to pay for the groceries. He watched with amusement as you picked out what you needed, staying right by your side.

"It's not dangerous if I know I'm going to win!" He confidently said, a smirk appearing on his face.

Leaning against the merchants counter, he watched you handle the payment. He looked you up and down shamelessly, admiring you.

--

After all your errands you begin walking home, chatting like and laughing like normal.

As usual, Itto was a constant presence by your side, walking alongside you as you continued on your walk back home.

The sun was setting, and the sky slowly darkened. The soft orange hue of the sky quickly faded to night as the streetlamps and street vendors' lights came to life.

"Man, that took forever. But I don't regret tagging along..." Itto commented, his eyes flickering to your face as he smiled.

"You better not since it was your idea to tag come with." You point out.

Itto let out a scoff and rolled his eyes, a small pout appeared on his face.

"Hey, hey, I was just trying to be a supportive boyfriend, okay!" He protested, raising his hands up in defense.

"And you were all like, 'yeah, I'm going shopping!' so I was just like 'I'll tag along to keep you safe!'." He added, mimicking your voice.

"And you're a great boyfriend for doing that." You smile before rolling your eyes.

"Damn right I am!" Itto smirked, satisfied to hear you say those words out loud.

He chuckled in response to your eye rolling, and gently nudged your shoulder. He looked over at you as he spoke.

"Although I don't trust those vendors. They were looking at you a bit too much."

"Itto..." You sigh. "Cmon babe..."

"What? They were!!" Itto protested. He wasn't making stuff up, those vendors were absolutely checking you out. Who could blame them though, you were gorgeous.

"I didn't like it. They need to keep their eyes to themselves." He added, his tone now a bit huffy.

"Just stick to being my guard...little Oni..." You kiss his cheek softly.

Itto huffed in response to the kiss, but a small smile tugged at his lips. He loved it when you called him names like that, even though he'd never admit it.

"I am being a guard..." He protested. "A guard who is also your boyfriend. I can multitask, you know?"

He stuck his tongue out playfully before he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

As you keep walking you both overhear the gang from last week snicker at you two. Mostly directed at Itto.

"Archons above it's so embarrassing for adults to act like that..." You grimace a bit with second hand embarrassment.

Itto's expression immediately darkened as he heard the sound of the gang laughing. It just HAD to be the same group you had a scuffle with last week.

His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you against his body even more. He gave you a warning glance before he looked over at the gang members. He met their gazes with a scowling glare.

"Itto..." You hum softly, tugging on his choker a bit as a warning.

Itto's attention snapped back to you once you called out his name, his expression softening a bit.

"Yeah, babe?" He replied, trying to hide the tension and the protective anger he was feeling.

"Don't do it." You whisper with gritted teeth.

Itto let out a huff, his shoulders tensing. He understood your warning, but he also wasn't the type to back down from a fight.

He let out a long exhale, closing his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Relax, I wasn't going to do anything..." He grumbled, even though it was a lie.

"Woww...the only and 'Oni' Arataki Itto being held on a leash?" One of the gang members snickers, mocking him.

"And what a pretty thing tugging on it..." Another member glances at you.

Itto's grip on you tightened as he heard the gang member's words. The mere suggestion of him being on a leash infuriated him. The audacity of these people.

And when he heard them say ONE thing about you...his blood ran hot.

"You wanna say that again, punk?" Itto retorted, his voice a low growl as he spoke through clenched teeth.

"Itto!" You hiss warningly as you try to get him to keep walking, tugging on his hand. "They're seriously not worth it..."

Itto was just about ready to pounce and pummel those gang members into the ground. He wanted revenge for the stunt they pulled last week.

But then he heard your voice. It snapped him back into reality and he reminded himself what was important right now.

You

With a huff and a clenched jaw, he forced himself to turn away, but only barely. He kept walking alongside you, but his glare was still fixated on the gang members.

"See cmon honey..." You take his hand and kiss it gently. "They're not worth it..." You quietly remind him.

Itto's eyes softened as soon as you grabbed his hand and kissed it. Your touch seemed to pacify him, at least for the moment.

He let out a sigh and nodded reluctantly, knowing deep down that you're right and they were not worth his time.

"Yeah, I know..." He mumbled, his eyes still flickering back to the gang, watching them cautiously. "But I just can't stand people who mess with you."

"Hey it's alright I get it love..." You smile a small smile.

Itto let out a breath, his anger slowly fading. With your hand in his and gentle words, he found himself calming down.

He glanced down at your face, meeting your smile. It made his heart flutter a bit. How could he stay angry when you were being this sweet to him?

"You're too damn good at calming me down, you know that?" He said with a chuckle, his eyes softening even more.

"It's a good thing~" You giggle. Before you two even get to keep walking a grainy annoying voice calls out.

"Hey Itto when you're done with it pass it over here!" A gang member calls out and they all laugh, slapping each other's arms and keeling over laughing.

Itto's eye twitched as he heard the gang member's comment. Did they just... did they just refer to you as an object?! His grip on your hand tightened in irritation, and he felt his blood boil once again.

"Watch your language, punk!" Itto hollered back, his voice raised. "She's not some thing to pass around!"

"Itto calm down sweetheart!" You try to hold him back but he's already gone...

Itto was already seeing red, his protective instincts took over, and he couldn't hold back any longer.

He let go of your hand and started walking toward the gang, his strides determined and his expression fierce.

"You bunch of idiots have a death wish, don't you?!" He growled as he got closer to them.

"Whatcha gonna do Oni?" One sneers at him. Trying to square him up.

Itto clenched his fists at the gang member's taunting words. He has had enough of their attitude.

He came to a stop right in front of them, standing tall and letting out an angry huff.

"I'm gonna teach you a lesson you won't forget, that's what I'm gonna do..." He responded, his voice low and threatening.

--

Walking home came later than expected as you had to break up the fight, the gang members had slunk off with their injuries and Itto had a few bruises and cuts.

Itto grumbled to himself as you two finally arrived at home. He was still feeling angry and frustrated, and his body ached from the injuries he had sustained from the fight.

As soon as you stepped through the door, he let out a sigh and flopped down onto the couch, wincing a bit as the pain shot through his body. He looked haggard, his clothes disheveled, and his face sporting a few cuts and a black eye.

"Alright...that's it shhh..." You sit next to him and mess with his hair, carefully massaging his scalp a bit.

The Oni reluctantly sat quietly, a pout on his face as you began to pet his hair, gently running your fingers through his messy locks.

He leaned into your touch, his frown softening a bit as he let out a sigh. Despite the fact that he was still simmering with anger, your gentle touch and soothing voice were helping to calm him down.

"I'm fine, y'know..." He mumbled, his eyes closing half-way as he spoke.

"Oh I know..." You lie. "This is...uh...for me!"

Itto opened one eye, peering up at you for a moment before letting out a huff and a small scoff.

"Bullshit... I know you're just doing this for me..." He grumbled, though there was a hint of a smile on his face.

He closed his eye again and leaned his head back against the couch, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through his hair. Although, he wouldn't admit it out loud, he secretly loved these moments where you pampered him like this.

"Alright...maybe it's a little bit for you..." You slide your hands out of his hair and down to his shoulders.

Itto let out a hum as your hands moved down to his shoulders, a pleased smile on his face. He was still trying to act tough, though, even though he was secretly enjoying the way you were taking care of him.

"You know I can handle myself," he said with a huff. "You don't need to baby me, babe."

"You sure you don't want me to?" You whisper in his ear, leaning your head to rest on his shoulder.

Itto's breath caught in his throat as you whispered in his ear. He tried to hold back a shiver, but he couldn't help the reaction. Your teasing, coupled with the proximity of your body against his, made his heart race a bit.

He looked down at you, his expression softening as he spoke. "I mean... it does feel nice when you pamper me like this..." He admitted, his voice a little rough.

"There's my Itto..." You laugh breathily. Letting out a sigh of relief at his change in attitude.

Itto let out a scoff, but his smile grew wider as you laughed. He couldn't help but feel a bit flustered by how easily you could get him to open up and show his soft side.

"Hey, I'm still the tough guy, okay?" He protested, though his tone was playful. "I can kick ass and still like getting some affection, thank you very much!"

"Alright tough guy...I believe ya..." You tilt his chin to face you, leaning up to kiss his lips.

The moment your lips met, Itto practically melted against you. Your touch and kiss was like a soothing balm to his bruised and battered ego.

He returned the kiss eagerly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek and pull you closer. It felt like all the tension and anger he had been feeling slowly subsided as he focused on the feeling of your lips against his.

"Damn..." He murmured in between kisses. "You really know how to make me swoon princess, ya know that?"

You pull away to look up at him. "You think?" You whisper.

Itto chuckled in response to your whisper, his breath tickling your skin. He pulled you even closer, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tight against him.

"Hell, yeah, I think!" He replied, a sultry tone in his voice. "You've got this magic spell over me or somethin'. I'm usually all tough and confident, but one look from you, and I'm like a damn puddle."

You tease him affectionately at that. "Then I guess the one and 'oni' Arataki Itto...can be taken down..."

Itto grunted in mock offense, his eyebrows raising at your teasing remark. He couldn't deny that you had a point, though. You were the only person who could bring out his softer side and make him feel vulnerable.

"Hey, I'm still a strong guy, okay?" He protested, a hint of a pout on his face. "I'm just...selective about who I show my emotions!"

"I love you..." You sigh "But what am I going to do with you..."

Itto's expression softened once you said those three words. No matter how many times he heard you say them, they never failed to make his heart flutter.

He let out huff in response to your question, a smirk appearing on his face. "You're gonna love me and pamper me, of course!" He replied, jokingly teasing you back.

"Hmmm true!"

Your boyfriend chuckled in response to your giggle. The sound was like music to his ears.

He hugged you even closer, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"Damn right, you are..." He murmured, his voice low and warm. "I expect pampering after this whole gang incident, y'know. I took quite a beating for you."

"For me?" You scoff and slap his arm gently.

Itto playfully rolled his eyes at your scoff.

"Uh, yeah? Did you see how they were talking about you? Like they owned you or something!" He huffed, a hint of irritation in his voice just recalling the memory.

"I had to teach them a lesson. No one speaks about my babe like that." He looked down at you with a smirk, his eyes flickering over your features.

"No one..." You kiss his forehead.

Itto's smirk softened into a warm smile as he felt your lips press against his forehead. He let out a soft sigh and leaned his head against your touch.

Exactly!" He agreed, his voice quieter now. "You're mine, and I'll protect you from anyone who tries to mess with you."

Itto looked at you with a mix of affection and determination in his eyes.

"Because you're everything to me..." He said simply. "Because I love you more than anything, and I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and make you happy."

He placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin. "You're the most important thing in my life, babe."

"Even over Onikabuto?" You hum

His smile widened at your playful remark.

"Hey, don't even get me started. Onikabuto are a close second, alright?" He replied, feigning offense.

He knew that you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but play along. He leaned in a bit closer, his expression turning serious for a moment.

"But seriously, nothing compares to you. You're irreplaceable."

"Even over your gang?" You tease him

Itto chuckled at your question, his eyes glistening with amusement. He knew you were just trying to rile him up.

"Well, now you're just being cruel!" He joked, feigning hurt. "But yeah, even the gang. They're cool and all, but they don't even hold a candle to you."

He reached out and gently pinched your nose, a playful glint in his eyes. "You're definitely the top priority, babe."

"You're so sweet..." Your eyes soften as you lean up to kiss his cheek.

Itto's cheeks turned slightly pink at your compliment, and he let out a soft huff as you kissed his cheek. He was never one to admit it, but he secretly liked it when you praised him like this.

"Ah, shut up..." He muttered, a small smile on his face. "I just have a soft spot for you, that's all."

You gaze over his face and trace a finger over his cuts. "Alright now...let's get these cleaned up..."

Itto's expression turned a bit sheepish as he saw your gaze focused on the cuts and bruises on his face. He tried to act tough, but deep down he knew he must look pretty battered right now.

"Yeah, yeah, okay..." He mumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

He let you gently touch his face, flinching slightly as your fingers grazed his wounds. "Just be gentle, alright?"

"Always..." You promise.

🎀End🎀

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So many nights you’ve fallen asleep on top of Ittos sprawled out body. You’re used to him taking up the whole bed- used to hugging onto his body like a koala. After all, he’s always hogging the bed, it’s the only way you two can sleep in the same bed together!

This irked you, having trouble sleeping in the same positions every night, not having any room to sprawl out or get comfy because his large body and dramatic sleeping positions quite literally removed any room for other parties- it was getting old. And you wanted an escape.

Alas, without having to make any fuss over trying something new, Itto had a scheduled gang camping event, which you opted out of to take advantage of the opportunity, giving you one night to yourself.

When the event rolls around, you found yourself dreading the part of you and Ittos break the most. All you could say is, your bed is very.. big. You had fallen asleep just fine without him at first, but you had woken up only a few hours later to find your bed empty..

Obviously it’s going to be empty- given how the one and only oni is camping and hanging out with his best buds- but you couldn’t help but feel lonely.

Your mind shifted to all the benefits to having itto as your sleeping partner. For starters, you never had to rely on a pillow to keep your head propped up and free your neck from uncomfortable twists.

Ittos chest has been your heads resting place since the very beginning of your agreement to live together. He was practically your own personal mattress. A built in body pillow!

It’s no wonder you’re struggling with such a drastic change when the thing you lacked most of all on this night was Itto himself.

Needless to say, when your lover had returned from his camping trip, you pulled him up into your room for a long napping session. Having missed his touch that soothes your body into a deep slumber.

You’re never going to take this bed hog for granted anymore after this. After all, he’s the one who can get you through the night completely now. What would you do without him?

hello! vivi here <3 just budding in to tell you that I hope you enjoyed my lil Itto post here! it’s my first time ever writing for him so i hope it met your expectations.

reposts are greatly appreciated! please don’t claim my posts as your own and give correct crediting if you do end up posting this somewhere else! thank you for your time.

[archived-daydreams]

— Move your body, darling.

Summary: You’ve started working out, and your boyfriend encourages you.

Characters: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Albedo, Xiao, Childe, Kaeya, Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Tags: fluff, slight crack, suggestive (allusions at doing the deed in Kaeya’s but nothing ex.plicit), soft and supportive boyfriends.

Author’s note: A little something for my dearest @bunny-rambles <3 I hope you like it, love !

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SCARAMOUCHE

Pretends he doesn’t care, letting slip some comments about how “foolish humans are to believe they can get stronger like that”.

In reality, he’s probably one of the most (if not the most) supportive of this bunch.

Need anything afterwards? He’ll bring it to you, no matter how much he grumbles. And no, don’t try to stop him, because “you are clearly not in the right conditions to do it yourself”. His words not mine, by the way.

Did you drink enough water? Or fruit juice? Or something cold after your work out? You better, he “threatens”, but honestly, he’s happy to prepare it for you (even if he pouts like a grumpy cat).

The afternoon sun is scorching as you keep count of the times you’ve folded and unfolded your legs.

Up, and down, up and down, and up, and down again. Pause. Repeat.

You can’t pinpoint the exact moment, but the idea of getting into shape and strengthening your body crossed your mind a few days ago.

Was it to be able to beat your boyfriend for once in sparring?

That would be unrealistic, thinking on it, considering how he went to godhood and back, and was reborn from his own fall from grace.

Pehaps it was to actually prove to him, that no, not all humans are so ephemeral and frail as he deems them to be.

Yes, that definitely makes more sense.

And maybe, somewhere inside of you, you just want to be a little stronger, because as attractive as Scaramouche looks obliterating enemies, you know how heavy your hypothetic hurt and loss hang over him.

So, with that thought spurring you on, you get back to your workout, some of the energy you’re expending slightly recovered with this re-discovered motivation.

Unaware to you, a pair of vibrant violet eyes have been watching you for a while. The smile painted on his porcelain-like features speaking the words his eyes conceal behind the curtain of dusk that is his hair.

Leaning against the wall and with arms crossed over his chest, the wanderer decides he can indulge for a little longer in the sight of you.

That is, until a familiar child-like voice interrupts him.

“Oh, so they are the one you cherish!”

His cheeks dye in the color of Zaytun peaches at that statement, his figure leaning off the wall in a flurry.

“Shhh, Lesser Lord Kusanali, please not now!” He whisper-shouts.

Nahida gives him a closed eyed smile, as if she hadn’t completely gotten through his practiced haughty facade.

Then, her inquisitive viridian eyes flit to you and to the ex-harbinger again.

“You know, it’s okay to show them your support. They’ll appreciate it, I’m sure!” She encourages him. “It’s the same as when you cultivate flowers.” She gestures with her small hands. “No colorful petal can truly bloom without love, in the same way no fruit will ripen without sun or water.”

And Scaramouche isn’t sure if it’s because of his mentor’s wise words, or because you look like you’re about to pass out from dehydration; but next thing he knows, he’s walking towards you with a bottle of Harra fruit juice in hand.

“When will you learn to take care?” Your wanderer scolds, at the same time his cheeks mirror the warm rays of the low sun in the horizon.

ALBEDO

Oh, he’s smooth. Like, he doesn’t even have to try to make you flustered.

And the best thing is, sometimes (when he wants to, that is) he looks innocent while at it, because he truly cares and means well.

Rest assured, once you either tell him you want to exercise or he finds out, the chief alchemist is getting his hands on every fitness book he can find.

Albedo will come up with a full training program tailored to your needs and goals in a matter of a few hours.

He’s very supportive and reassuring but please, don’t let him get ideas for his experiments, unless you want to receive (affectionate or not so affectionate) complaints from a certain blond traveler, namely, his frequent test subject.

“Fascinating,” Your lover muses, a huge manual on physiology of the human body held in between his hands. “According to this study, Dragonspine reunites all the ideal conditions to make your training more demanding, which will result in it being all the more effective…”

You can’t help but let out a giggle at how immersed into this Albedo seems to be. Sure, you did mention to him you’d like to do some physical conditioning to perform more efficiently in combat, but you didn’t intend to be subjected to a rigorous training program.

“Bedo, dear.” You begin, sitting across from him. “You don’t need to plan such a complicated schedule.” Your hand finds his over the table.

His skin is cold to the touch, yet it is not an unpleasant sensation. It always reminded you of the morning dew over the Cecilias at Snarsnatch Cliff.

Rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand you continue. “I just want to exercise a little bit more than what my usual commissions require, nothing too harsh.” You finish, softly, a tender smile etched on those lips that have warmed Albedo’s cold nights many a time.

“I know that, dearest.” He says, his fingers slotting in between yours. They always fitted perfectly, as if your hands entwined were the last two puzzles pieces containing the mysteries of this world the Chalk Prince yearns to solve.

“But, the cold climate and altitude here will make your daily commissions feel like a walk in the park.” He continues, his free hand dangerously traveling to your waist and down, and down, until it stops at the small of your back. “Wouldn’t you agree, my love?” Albedo questions, that devious smirk you can’t resist appearing on his face like fresh pink strokes of watercolor.

“Oh?” You return his grin, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the tips of his icy blond hair. “Is that really it?” You tease, your fingertips grazing the star shaped mark on his neck. “Or is my prince eager to spend more time with me?”

“I won’t lie to you.” The alchemist answers, those cerulean eyes of his gleaming mischievously, akin to late stars in the dawn, before leaning in to close the distance between your lips.

You guess this might as well count as a workout session, with how wildly your heart is beating.

XIAO

Sweet baby Xiao, who is probably going to need more reassurance than you.

Why are you suddenly putting your body through such efforts? Are you going to leave him? Is he no longer useful enough to protect you?

Please, please, let him know it has nothing to do with it. Xiao’s gone through so much both physical and emotional pain, he doesn’t understand why you would willingly exhaust yourself like this.

You’ll probably have to sit him down and patiently explain how some moderate exercise can help you feel more energized and less tired on your day to day activities.

Once he understands, however, he’s very, very supportive!

Will always keep an eye on you, making sure you don’t overexert or stay out too late practicing; carries you back to Wangshuu Inn if you overdid it and is always nearby keeping any monsters at bay.

“Working out?” The adeptus repeats, a frown creasing his forehead, his lips forming an all too adorable pout. “Are you in danger? Is anyone after you?” Xiao asks, his golden orbs widening, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“No, Xiao, it’s nothing like that, my love.” You reassure him, one of your hands reaching out to cup his cheek. “I just want to get stronger, you know? So that I can be better in battle and feel more energized.

Battle. As much as Xiao knows you can hold your own in a fight and trusts your skill, the yaksha doesn’t like the sound of that word, even less coming from your lips.

You shouldn’t have to worry about battles or fights, he vowed to protect you; he deems himself no more than a tool to keep you safe, the weapon that slays any unfortunate who dares harm you.

Do you not need him anymore? Is the question that lingers on his mind and that he can’t bring himself to ask.

Used to your yaksha’s mannerisms, however, you can sense his discomfort.

For someone who claims to deal in bloodbath and death, you’ve come to learn Xiao is about one of the most sensitive and gentle people you could meet.

“Xiao? Does this idea upset you?” You try, taking one of his hands in both of yours, removing his glove to reveal scarred yet tender skin, and sharp claws that hold you with the softness of qingxin and glaze lily petals.

“Maybe…” the conqueror of demons nods, his gaze cast downwards. “Do you…” he hesitates, the prospect of you confirming his deepest fears more painful than the karma he shoulders. “Do you… not need my protection anymore?” He finally manages to ask.

“Oh, Xiao…” With care, you hold his face in both your palms, guiding his sunlit honey eyes back to yours. “Of course I need you. I love you, Xiao.” You whisper, your tone delicate, as if any disturbance or too loud syllable could pop and shatter the little bubble encasing the both of you. “Me exercising and practicing more will not mean I’ll ever stop loving and needing you, baby.” You plant the most tender kiss he’s ever felt on the diamond shaped mark on his temple.

And even though still concerned for your safety and wellbeing, the vigilant yaksha’s heart has been soothed by the floral breeze of your affections tonight.

From that day onwards, it wasn’t rare to see a certain adeptus scanning Guili Plains more exhaustively than usual, especially when a dedicated fighter found themselves mastering the art of their weapon.

CHILDE

Flirty and competitive little shit (affectionate) but he’s actually helpful.

Will take any chance he can get to one up on you. Don’t hold it against him, though, he’s just childish (pun intended), and loves your pouty expressions a little too much.

Finds it so attractive when your breath is labored, yet you still keep going. That sight alone, truly ignites something in him, his usually dull ocean eyes reflecting a myriad of iridescent lights in all the shades that compose you; he feels the need to kiss you and become the cause you’re breathless and… (I’ll stop here before we enter spicy territory, but you get it).

Very caring. Ajax is not new to taking care of people, he has a big family, after all. And as much as he is quite the reckless adrenaline junkie, he doesn’t want you doing anything extreme or pushing yourself to your limits (he pushes you to the limit enough as it is, in all aspects ;).

You think Ajax’s insanity is starting to rub on you.

Sure, you’d like to get more fit and strong, but did you really have to grab your boyfriend’s bow for your first practice?

You sigh, your shoulders already sore from drawing the big bow again and again.

But as they say, no pain, no gain.

At least you are grateful for Polar Star’s soft and supple handle, it keeps your hands (mostly) free from blistering.

You ready yourself, a look of pure concentration on your eyes, set on the target. You aim for the bull’s eye, drawing your elbow backwards, in a way that you hope resembles how Childe does it in battle.

You can picture the arrow’s trajectory, its tip infused in the vibrant hue of your vision, a perfect arch cutting through the skies above in a parable of elemental energy set for a single pinpoint destination.

You take a deep breath.

In, and out.

Then…

An all too familiar (and quite obnoxious, right now) chuckle makes your focus dissipate, akin to ocean waves lapping at the shore, dragging sandy architecture and paintings into lightless depths.

“And just what,” You begin, turning around, deep frown creasing your eyebrows. “Do you find so funny, Tartaglia?” You point the index finger not holding his bow at his chest. “Care to tell me?” You spat, wisps of venomous smoke stoked by your fiery annoyance tainting the edges of your voice.

Childe stands there, looking at you like the idiot in love he is, dumb dopey smile plastered on his unfairly kissable lips.

“Sorry, you’re so cute, sweetheart.” He manages in between chuckles.

You want to smack him over the head with his own bow, but you contain yourself: you really don’t want his weapon to get damaged, after all.

Instead, you settle for punching him on the arm, with less malice than your pout suggests.

“Do you want to see how cute I’ll look after i shoot an arrow through that empty head of yours, Childe?” You retort, arms crossed over your chest.

“Heh, I’d like to see you try, darling. Don’t you think I can’t dodge.”

At his answer, you throw your hands into the air, exasperated.

And, even though Ajax loves teasing you and sparring with you, he doesn’t really like making you angry, especially when you’re trying hard.

“But instead of that,” the harbinger starts, taking the bow from your hands. “How about I help you? You know, weapons are really personal things, what works for me, might not work well for you or another person.”

He likes how your eyes sparkle at his suggestion, your undivided attention prompting the ginger to continue.

“It’s true we can master any kind of weapon, but you need the right one for you, no matter which type you choose.”

The warrior’s calloused fingertips brush a strand of hair away from your face.

“So, how about finding the right bow for you? Sound good?”

“Fine…” You breathe, completely lost in the way the last rays of sunshine catch in the deep lakes of his gaze. It is not a sight you get to witness often, and you treasure it immensely.

“Alright!” Your boyfriend nods, picking you up, bridal style, relishing in your squeals and giggles as you both walk into the sunset.

KAEYA

Flirty little shit number 2, except instead of being helpful, he ends up distracting you more than anything.

He makes up for it in support, though. Granted, he teases you a lot, but he’s also your number one cheerleader.

Very touchy and affectionate, will not pass up any chance to leave a kiss here and there, or hold onto your waist.

Loves joining you in your workout sessions and matching outfits with you.

Very vocal, Kaeya compliments you a lot and always has words of encouragement to offer, no matter how completely exhausted or weak you feel.

You swear this is unfair.

He is being unfair.

He knows all too well what he’s doing and he must have had this planned from the moment he offered to help you with your sit-ups session.

“How about I hold your legs in place, my darling?” The cavalry captain suggested in an all too enticing and sultry tone. “Won’t that way be easier for you?”

And of course, you had to go and agree.

Like the fool for him that you are.

So now, you have to have his tempting lips practically shoved in your face every single time you do a sit-up.

You reap what you sow, as the saying goes, you chide yourself internally.

But oh, he’s so not helping at all. Pouting like that every time he keeps count, icy eyes half lidded, the frozen galaxies in them beckoning you closer to his presence.

“And fifty!” Kaeya finally exclaims, when you do the last one of the planned exercises for today. “You did great, my sweet.” The cavalry captain smiles, innocently, as if he wasn’t the main reason your face feels like it’s on fire right now.

“Why, thanks.” You reply, rather bluntly, uncapping the water bottle he just handed to you. At least you are grateful he had the decency to cool it with his vision beforehand. Throwing your head back, you take a long sip. Then:

“You volunteered to help and yet, you’re aware you didn’t make this easy in the slightest, aren’t you?” You accuse.

“My, whatever could you mean, hm?” Your boyfriend taunts, two slender fingers holding your chin in between them. “Or is my precious partner in need of some affection?”

“Oh you…” You whisper, the warmth in your heart overpowering how unnerved your knight makes you feel sometimes.

“Yes, my love?” That look of feigned innocence again.

You huff, defeated. But the smile tugging at the corner of your lips makes it quite obvious you are, indeed, very much needy for his touches and kisses.

Let’s just say, from the instant Kaeya’s hands found your hips up until the moment you’d find yourself laying down in his idyllic embrace, you got an extra work out session.

ARATAKI ITTO

Very supportive, but for the love of the archons, don’t ever let him join you.

Seriously, Itto is all heart and good intentions, but sometimes he doesn’t realize his own strength.

What to him feels like just some stretches, it might be for you the equivalent of running a marathon with a 10 kilogram heavy backpack on.

Practically worships you and the ground you walk on, though. He’s your biggest hype-man.

The trembling on your arms intensifies as you reach the end of your training session.

You hope Katheryne doesn’t have any too difficult commissions for you in store tomorrow: right now, you doubt you’ll be able to hold your weapon steadily.

You are proud of yourself for reaching your goal today, a gentle, albeit tired, smile making it to your sweaty features as you finish with some meditation and stretches.

The inazuman coast is so serene at this time of day, with the sun dipping behind the horizon, beams of purple and crimson striping the dusk sky.

A sigh escapes your lips, for this peace is always short lived. You wouldn’t have it any other way, however, you love your loud and boisterous oni too much for that.

A few more instants of tranquility pass, the late sunshine fading into luminous constellations riding in the faraway horizon, the crescent moon smiling down at two figures approaching your location.

“Boss! Please! Be quieter, now! It’s late and you can’t disturb the citizens at this hour.”

A knowing smile mimics that of the milky crescent lighting up the indigo infinity above you. You really admire your friend Shinobu’s patience.

“But Shinobu! [Y/n] will be so proud of me when I tell them about how the One and Oni Itto was proclaimed supreme king of the Great All-around Arataki Onikabuto and TCG Championship!”

The girl pinches the bridge of her nose, having had enough of her boss’s antics.

As soon as he spots you, Itto starts waving his big hands energetically, calling your name repeatedly, to Shinobu’s chagrin.

“Itto!” You run to his side, weakly hugging his broad torso. “Why don’t you tell me about today as we walk back home?” You propose, talking in a low voice.

His eyes sparkle excitedly. Sometimes, he reminds you of an adorable puppy; for someone over six feet tall, your oni boyfriend really is sweet.

“But… can I ask you to carry me, please?” You look away, slightly flustered. “Push ups are still a little hard for me.”

That night, the deputy leader of the Arataki Gang had a relaxed night, as she watched the retreating figures of an oni and his lover animatedly recounting the day’s many events.

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Genshin Men x Male Reader Masterlist

Key: ❤️- Smut 🖤- Angst 🩷- Fluff

Ordered by Region and then by Character

Mondstast

❤️ Aphrodisiacs - Imagine Diluc and you accidentally taking aphrodisiacs before bed (Drabble/Imagine)

Liyue

🩷❤️ Utter Devotion - Imagine dating Xiao and him being there whenever you need

Inazuma

🖤 Drunk Ex - Itto is at your door late at night

❤️ An Oni's Instinct - you go into heat, but luckily, Itto, your Alpha, knows just what to do

❤️Gentle - Soft!Dom Kazuha headcannon (Drabble/Imagines)

Sumeru

🩷❤️ Jealousy - Alhaitham walks in on you and Kaveh

Fontaine

❤️ Smug and Rough - Wriothesley invites you to his office and shit gets steamy

❤️ Nasty Dog ~ Drabble with sweaty Wriothesley

Natlan

How about we explore this area later?

Snezhnaya

❤️ See how it feels - You decide to give Childe a taste of his own medicine