Valeriy finding you wounded or exhausted and freezing out in the wilderness and carrying you back to his nearby camp in a little cave or something and wrapping you tightly in a bear skin and feeding you and holding you close to warm you send post
I need a break from the filth my mind’s been plagued with lately so here’s something soft and fluffy for all my bunnies out there~ i was just thinking about how soft he’ll be when his s/o kisses his scars
A shaky breath leaves Lohen’s lips as your own press softly against the jagged scar on his chest. A tender ritual you have repeated ever since discarding his shirt. The mood shifts abruptly from the intense heat to a quiet consuming gentleness.
He brings a trembling hand to his face, trying desperately to muffle the embarrassingly soft moans slipping past his lips. His head spins with every gentle caress and the deliberate warmth of your lips against his skin. When you finally pull away, a faint involuntary whine escapes him before he could catch it. His chest rising and falling in a breathless plea for you to return once more.
Whenever I watch costume cdramas, everytime they want to show that a character is Really Going Through It™ they always give them white hair and I'm so fond of the trope. Therefore, here's zhongli with the Angsty Xianxia Burnout White Hair.
Also apparently this is like. Lowkey also canon in genshin lmao? Thank you shenhe comb lore
childe always leaves you with a few extra hickies and bite marks if he knows he’s going to be away for a few days on a mission, maybe it’s because he likes the act of ‘checking up on them’ when he gets back to make sure they’re still there— a coo’d little “fading already?” murmured into your throat as he tops them up when you welcome him home 💖
Cw: Other than the smut, it's relatively tame, and the smut is brief I think. p in v and fem bodied reader too
(In which Varka is clumsy, and hot times turn into silly times?)
Strong hips slam into your own as your belly rubs against the soft blanket of Varka’s bed. His hands have your waist, though they travel every so often, the thumb of one hand between your thighs as he rubs circles into your clit, little sparks building in your spine.
It’s not the first round of course, a mix of your juices dripping down your thighs as he adjusted you just so, and then does it again a second later.
“The other way was better,” you pant, honest and desperate as you try to chase the pleasure he’s been building for you.
“Ngh-! Got it…don’t worry darlin’ I‘ve got it,” Varka grits out, strained for once. It’s unlike him to get winded so easily, so when you raise your face off the pillow, propping yourself on your forearms, you note a wince in his brow that shouldn’t be there.
“Hey, are you okay?”
The question is the only thing you’re able to get out before you feel the bed shake and buck and a pop nearly echoes as you’re left empty. You hear a whimper that doesn’t come from you before a yelp, though you can hardly believe it’s Varka.
The shock of the emptiness partnered with the heavy smack of a body on the floor keeps you frozen for a moment, catching your breath. Peeking over the bed, you see the illustrious Grand Master of Mondstadt sprawled on the floor in a heap as he rubs his leg furiously, groaning as he rolls into the same position you were in. He’s ass up face down, though you hope you look a little less pitiful when you’re in it than what you have now in front of you.
“Leg cramp,” he rasps as you watch him trying to stretch the muscles in his leg. No one would believe it if you’d told them, but the man in question has taken down perhaps thousands of monsters in his years only to be bested by what you assume is a product of dehydration.
“Oh my poor baby,” you coo, stifling a laugh. “Do you want my help?”
You roll off the bed with a groan, landing next to him and the look he throws you can only be described as severe sulking. “Thought I could power through it,” he chuckles, self deprecation clear in his voice.
“What do you mean ‘power through it’?! How long have you had it?”
“A couple minutes? ‘bout right when you soaked the sheets last,” he says as if it doesn’t both baffle and embarrass you to hear.
“Please don’t record time based on when I’ve finished,” you say dryly, helping him up. He limps his way around for a moment with your help, finally getting the movement he needed. “Y’know…this does mean you’re getting older. Gotta hydrate more.”
“Kicking a man while he’s down?” he snorts.
“You might be down, but something is still very much up. Are you a masochist? I’ve never seen you this hard before,” you gasp in shock now, your eyes widening in faux innocently.
He sighs, head hanging for a moment before your feet leave the ground and you’re very promptly thrown onto the bed again.
“Masochist or not, you aren’t leaving until I’m the one helping you walk around,” he huffs, the look in his eyes oh so competitive as he tries to crawl up you again, settling himself between your thighs with a grin.
It’s only a matter of minutes before he’s collapsing face first into your chest, once again plagued by another cramp.
“I told you-“ you laugh, watching him scramble to get back up.
|| When you jokingly say you want kids. || Genshin Impact Reactions ||
I was really tempted to put childe here too but then it’s already a squad of shorties so maybe next time childe but yeah I hope you guys enjoy my comeback piece ✌🏻
: Xiao. Kazuha. Wanderer. Venti. Albedo. Lohen.
❥ Xiao
“Do not jest about such things.”
Well, there goes your joke. Xiao immediately understands that it’s a joke — or does he? His face immediately turns away from you to hide how flushed his cheeks are now. How could you say such a thing so easily? He doesn’t know what to think as his mind spirals to "what ifs”.
If you continue to push the joke, he’ll disappear ーleaving you confused. He’s not angry, he’s just overwhelmed and embarrassed. The Yaksha will return to your side again once he’s calmed down. Though now, he’ll have trouble looking at you without the thought of you round from carrying his child flashing in his mind. He doesn’t actually hate the thought, though he'd rather die than to admit that.
“C-Children? I have no interest in that.”
❥ Kazuha
“I feel the same way, my love.”
Oh, it seems like Kazuha doesn’t realize it’s just a joke. Now, the guilt immediately hits you for making it a joke when he looks at you like you’ve just given him the whole world. His eyes fill with adoration for you as he takes your hands within his.
He tells you he’ll have to find a place to settle down. A home where you, him, and your children could grow up. As much as it kills you to to put an end to his daydreaming, you tell him it was a joke. You’ve never seen him deflate so fast. You better make it up to him somehow for temporarily breaking his heart.
“A joke…? I see. Though, I believe you could make a wonderful parent.”
❥ Wanderer
“Y-You want what?”
You’ve basically short-circuited the poor man. Wanderer’s eyes widen as he stares bewildered at you for a good second before his usual scowl returns to his face. He clicks his tongue in annoyance at your supposed joke, having to explain something you should already be aware of.
He can’t have children.
Still, the thought does invoke those fluttery feelings he hates but secretly likes. Children with you, huh? Afterward, he finds himself wondering about it more than he wants to. He can’t have biological children with you, but adopting doesn’t seem like a bad alternative. He covers his face with his hand in embarrassment at such a thought.
He’ll consider it.
“Is that really a joke, or are you trying to hint at something?”
❥ Venti
“Children, you say? Why, we already have children!”
Venti chuckles at your confusion at his words. With a bright smile and a wide spread of his arms, he tells you that all of Mondstadt are his children. Making you as his lover, their automatic parent. All of Mondstadt ーeven if they’re way older than you as your children.
Despite sounding like a joke, it’s a technically true statement in spite of the absurdity of it. With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he approaches you with a grin. He asks you if you’re not satisfied with this many children. Then, he’d be happy to provide you with more! He knows what you actually mean, but it’s just fun to tease you.
“You want more? I suppose I can help you with that~!”
❥ Albedo
“Then I suppose we should get to planning.”
You knew Albedo was a serious person and expected him to brush off your joke, but you certainly did not expect this outcome. Albedo slightly tilts his head to the side in confusion as you don’t immediately respond to his words. He’s basically already agreed — isn’t that what you wanted?
Though, he’s not really sure if he can have biological children with you. He’s never wondered about such a thing before.
Oh, this is a conundrum.
He supposes an experiment wouldn’t hurt.
“I will let you know of the results once I’ve finished. Until then, please think of potential names for our future children.”
❥ Lohen
“Oh? Is that a joke or a promise?”
Lohen could not hold back the shit-eating grin on his face as he leans in closer to tease you. His grin grows wider when you splutter in response to his words. He takes it a step further by asking you when you’d like to start.
Why not tonight?
He’s free.
He’ll keep teasing you until he manages to pull the reaction he wants out of you. He’s laughing now but afterward when he’s alone, he’ll find his mind drifting to your supposed joke. Would your children look more like him or you? Him, since he obviously has the superior genes without a doubt. Guess having a runt or two might not be such a bad idea. Actually, make that three.
“Do you actually want children, or are you more interested in the baby-making process, hmm~?”
I saw this lovely fanart of Varka and decided to write a blurb
(No CWs unless you count descriptions of a man’s body)
Word count: <600
“Hey. Didn’t expect you here. Thought you were headed to Liyue tonight,” Varka calls out before you even step into his room.
“What’s one more night, y’know? I could use the extra sleep, and you’re always such a gracious host,” you tease, looking at the expanse of scars on his back as you lean against the door frame. “Please don’t get up on my account. I actually prefer this. You’re too attentive sometimes,” you add, relishing the sight of him in bed.
Shirtless and pantless, a Varka you (for the most part) only get to see, should be one of the world's greatest wonders. Muscles honed from years of sparring and training and diligence are softened by the easing of his weary body on warm sheets.
His scars are experiences and lives lived, carved into him over and over again and healed just the same, if a little different. The feel of them beneath your lips is a thing of beauty in and of itself, and it’s getting more difficult by the second to just look and not touch.
“How’d you know it was me?” you ask instead; curious, but also growing distracted as the candlelight casts its glow. The light lets you peek at more skin only to try and hide it in the next moment when it flickers and draws back.
“Well, there are few in Mondstadt bold enough to break into my house and even fewer who have a key. It’s not hard to know it’s you by the sounds you make either. Your humming,” he explains, his cheek lifting from his pillow, “is one of a kind. Do I get the pleasure of your company here or are you gonna sleep standing at the door?” he asks, peeking back now, a single ocean blue eye looking over his shoulder. The muscles flex and giddiness fills your chest.
“Do you want my company, Grand Master?” you ask, smiling at the groan he presses into the pillow, hiding from you again. He doesn’t mind the title, but he knows this teasing could go on for longer than he thinks he’s able to bear right now when all he wants is for you to be in bed with him.
You decide to give him a little mercy when you slip your own clothes off and seat yourself next to him. Skin meets skin as you press your chest to his back, finally kissing the first scar you can find two inches left from the top of his spine. A lawachurl if you remember right. “Your bed looks lonely with just you in it,” you murmur against his skin, hands starting to knead into old knots only you can reach.
They’re knots that he writes off as inevitability, or a necessary evil of the job. What’s it matter, especially if the pain is blanketed when he drinks? What else does that alcohol cover up?
“It’s a good thing you’re here to fill it with me then, huh?” he asks, groaning again, though this time its relief pure and simple. You hum in agreement before biting his shoulder, the next sound coming from him being a low rumble in his chest.
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