. [❥] Kaedehara Kazuha X Reader

asking genshin boys "what are we?"

characters : tighnari , cyno , kaedehara kazuha , scaramouche

genre : fluff

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

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

tighnari

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

he lightly sighed while looking over some of his leftover paperwork

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

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

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

okay, here goes nothing.

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

he answered with absolutely no hesitation immediately

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

"... tighnari..."

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

you were being serious? no way...

tighnari looked straight into your eyes, expression conflicted

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

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

"...no"

he looked speechless, but then he let out a sigh

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

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

"i held your hand."

"you did."

"i hugged you before."

"yes?"

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

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

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

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

never mind, you clearly needed confirmation

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

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

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

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

approaches you from his desk and sits next to you

places his hand on yours, lightly squeezing them

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

cyno ( general mahamatra )

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

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

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

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

"what are we, cyno?"

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

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

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

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

"are we not already dating?"

a painful silence followed

it was your turn to freeze now

already dating...? but...

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

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

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

cyno blinked once, then twice

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

he awkwardly scratched his neck and looked away from you

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

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

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

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

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

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

kaedehara kazuha

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

"of course, love."

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

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

when you two were alone, kazuha turned at you

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

"yes, what is it, love?"

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

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

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

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

and to him, you did.

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

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

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

"...love?"

"yes, dear?"

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

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

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

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

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

then another one on your forehead

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

scaramouche ( kunikuzushi )

"kuni... what exactly are we?"

"huh?"

he was sure he misheard that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

flicks your forehead damn hard

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

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

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

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

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

all words died in your throat

smirks at your reaction, holding your hand tightly now

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

"what- no!"

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

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

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

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

before you knew it, his lips were on yours

it was as though time itself has stopped that moment

you finally eased into his kiss, squeezing his hand back

scaramouche stared at you after pulling away

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

...like he was proud of himself

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

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

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

_ScArAmOuChE lAyOuTs!!_

Like or reblog to save/use!

𝕎ℍ𝕐 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕐 𝕊𝕆 𝔻𝔸𝕄ℕ ℙℝ𝔼ℂ𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊?

𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 𝚂𝙾 𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷! 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙴!  𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙱𝚈'𝚂 σ(≧ε≦σ) 💜

Tiddie Pillow

Falling asleep on their chest

Ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Dottore

Diluc:

He often works late and finds you exhausted from waiting for him

As much as he insists you should get your sleep even if it means he'll come home to a quiet house, he can't help but feel a guilty joy in knowing you'd stay up for him

So what better way to express his gratitude than to carry you to bed and tuck you in

He'll kiss your forehead as he tells you to get some rest, promising he'll be with you once he's washed up

Then he slides under the covers with you, pulling you on top of him

There's some sort of reassurance in having your weight on him, like a reminder he's not alone

His hand caresses your hair, cradling your head against his chest as his other hand holds your waist

He hums until you're sound asleep, blushing when you murmur how comfy his tiddies are in your sleep

Kaeya:

What is the point of a tiddie window if not for you, his beloved, to have free access to his tiddies?

They're your personal portable pillows

He also runs pretty cold, which makes them perfect for warm days

He enjoys it too, having your face buried in his tiddies to cool off while his own face couldn't be any warmer from how you keep nuzzling your cheeks on him

There's a gentle tingling when he strokes your cheek with his fingertips

And he quite likes the way you bury your face further in his chest when he touches the back of your neck with his cold hands

He'll rest his cheek on your head as his fingers wander from your face to your back and anywhere else within reach

He could get used to this sort of relaxation

Itto:

Did I mention he's a showoff?

You like his tiddies? Well, he's yours, so by extension, they are too

You'll have your face planted slam into them when he pulls you into hugs that are normally quite suffocating

He means well, he just has cuteness aggression because you're the cutest in his eyes

You should probably be a little more mindful though

He might be dense, but even he can see you drooling over his tits

Not that he'd complain though - he flaunts them more around you if anything

Arms, abs, anything for you, really

Like yeah, he knows you think he's hot, and he enjoys having you look at him too

But he's a little slow, so you've a good five minutes of running your hands on his chest before he realises you aren't actually listening to his heartbeat

It's ok, he still loves your horny ass

Dottore:

You're lucky he's deemed you irreplaceable

He noticed you were tired when you accidentally yawned a little too loudly for his liking

And he snapped, asking who would interrupt only to find it was you instead of one of the pesky subordinates

Right, your health was far more delicate then his since you weren't used to neglecting your welfare for weeks on end for the sake of an experiment

He tended to forget that

"Get some rest, you'll be a hindrance if you get sick."

If it were anyone else, it'd be rude since he said it without even looking at you, but let's face it, for Dottore to be concerned whether you're sick??? Favouritism smh

Except there's nowhere to rest in his lab because it's too cluttered and he has the only chair

So you're stuck on his lap not that you mind

You're supposed to rest, so he makes you lean against him and pats your head to make sure you're comfy every now and then

Don't ask how that works ok, that's his affection, take it or leave it

You'll get head scritches if he's frustrated though, so expect to be treated a bit like a personal squeeze toy which is really just brief cuddles

Don't grab his tiddies unless you've convinced him that you're asleep because that's the only way he'll let it slide

Taglist[send an ask to be added/removed]: @myluvkeiji @pluvioseprince @aqui-soba @euphoric-author @paradise-creator @favonius-captain @tiredsleep @raincxtter @loverofthe-stars @gensimping-for-all @irethepotato @almond-adeptus @mx-kamisato @yuzuricebun @chaosinanutshell @howlantic @codename-hiraeth @andreiling01 @callmemeelah @sadlonelybagel @plinkuro @thevictoriousmoon @mastering-procrastinating

YOU LEAVE ME BLACK AND BLUE.

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

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

info. gn!reader | nsfw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to sit on your face…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was.. Kinda hot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“R-Red!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al-haitham trusts you. He nods in confirmation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N”.

“Green..”

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

“Y-“

“Green!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

how they act in a haunted house

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

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

notes: happy almost halloween!

childe. 

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

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

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

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

zhongli. 

zhongli is bored. 

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

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

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

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

scaramouche. 

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

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

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

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

he truly was the most terrifying thing in that house. 

al haitham. 

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

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

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

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

thoma. 

thoma is actually lowkey terrified. 

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

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

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

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

xiao. 

xiao does not want to go in. 

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

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

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

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

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

you. grinning. ear to ear. 

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

kaeya. 

please. please. 

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

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

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

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

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

യ. mornings with them part 2 .ᐟ

യ. kazuha, xiao, albedo, scara / fluff / wc 0.3k / pls reblog !!

യ. note: also from my previous blog lol but part 3 will actually be written and it'll include cyno, tighnari, and the others !

kazuha being the one who would lightly snore in his sleep - pretty handsy too. his hands would end up everywhere, your waist, your stomach, your arms, it has no limits. but every morning kazuha likes to inhale your scent - the scent of the sheets with the mix of your shampoo that you used when you showered the previous night. he smiles, stupidly in fact. you ask him what he's so happy about first thing in the morning but he told you to not mind it and just continue sleeping - you have more than enough time, anyways.

xiao being the one who yawns a lot. which makes you yawn with him too. he's sprawling on the bed, arms out and staring at the ceiling as he tries not to fall asleep again. you sit at your side of the bed, stretching until he pulls you back under the covers. xiao's arms wrapped around you and he soon falls asleep with you in his arms.

albedo being the one who's already so romantic first thing in the morning. he just couldn't help it, he felt so lucky to have you. he felt lucky that he gets to wake up with you every morning. albedo's hands made its way onto yours and locked your fingers together, pressing a small kiss on your knuckles. you were already awake but you decided to seem like you're still sleeping so he can have his little moment.

scaramouche being the one who seems so peaceful while he sleeps. he'd usually have that sadistic smile or that scowl on his face on a daily basis. but with you he shows more facial expressions, positive ones. a small curve of his lips as he watched you cook every morning for your breakfast, an expression of fear when he checks if you're injured, scaramouche expresses himself more when he's with you. but you love it the most when he looks so peaceful sleeping.

🎸: v_loAlo / yuyu_NA_yuyu

　 ✮_MAMMON LAYOUTS !

Obsessed.

⌗ like or reblog if you save ༊*·˚

genshin men as wedding dates (3)

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

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

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

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (here)

AL HAITHAM

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

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

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

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

wait where are you

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

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

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

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

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

CYNO

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

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

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

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

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

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

wait what

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

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

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

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

TIGHNARI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

KAVEH

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DAINSLEIF

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DOTTORE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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