Hello! My name is Caitlyn, my favorite hobbies include playing guitar and indulging in video games, and my fav colors are pink and red!
Some of the games I’ve played are Devil May Cry, Farcry, TLOU, Genshin Impact, resident evil, and red dead redemption. I also consider myself to be super duper cool and swagger.
I also love to listen to music! Some of my favorite bands are Linkin Park, Korn, Sevendust, and MCR!
I dabble in a bit of art, but I currently haven’t drawn something in so long. Maybe in the future I’ll post some of my art… but I doubt it.
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if your thinking of requesting, read below! (Or don’t, idgaf)
Requesting:
Honestly I don’t care what you request, just don’t do anything with rape, sexual assault, or anything that you might even think I wouldn’t want to write. Besides that, if what your requesting seems chill (even if it’s smut) than by all means go ahead and submit it. I take consideration into each request, and I’ll most likely write it!
Pt. 2 of Toji being a disgusting, desperate whore for his girlfriend
Tags: smut, oral (fem receiving), cursing, degradation, overstimulation, use of the name Princess, Baby, and Bitch (if that even counts), FILTHY.
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The second he had you over him, fingers tugging at the hem of your panties, he let out the loudest, most guttural groan you’ve ever heard from him.
Before revealing the one thing he said he would ‘die for’, you felt him yank your hips down and slam his nose deep- deep- deeeeep into the fabric, inhaling like a starved man who just got to smell his first meal in centuries.
“Fuckkkkk…. I live for this baby, my favorite scent ever.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.” You scrunched your nose up, feeling him start to slide the fabric down.
“Yeah that’s it, keep talking to me like that. I love it when you do.” You leaned over to see that he had that dirty smirk on his face, making you regret giving him his undeserved 10 minutes of ‘between your legs time’.
“Clocks ticking, ‘ji. 9 minutes left”
It was like he suddenly decided to race against time, and he literally ripped your panties off your thighs, before slamming his mouth against your cunt.
Lewd, sloppy noises filled the room, and most of them were from Toji. He couldn’t stop groaning and whining into your poor pussy, savoring every single lick and suck you let him have.
“Don’t be shy baby, fuckin’ suffocate me… I wanna be crushed by this absolute gift.” He forced your hips down onto his face while you gripped the couch for dear life, feeling every poke and prod of his tongue inside you.
Your fingernails dug into the fabric of the sofa,trying to hold on while your utter beast of a boyfriend devoured his dessert.
“God damn, it’s like a fucking drug…” his lips locked around your clit, sucking harshly to draw out any sounds you’d make.
“Shit, those noises… you drive me absolutely crazy, Princess…”
His fingernail dug into the plush of your thighs, stopping you from squirming away. You could feel how harshly he was digging into your plush skin, and you definitely knew there’d be crescent-shaped marks afterwards.
“Baby, baby, stop squirming… you gave me 10 minutes, and I want to enjoy every last second of it until you’re practically crying.”
“Oh, f-fuck off.” You said between shaky breaths, tugging at his hair to annoy him.
“Y-you’ve got- fuck,- 7 minutes left.” You choked out, feeling every precise slip and sliiide of his tongue against your wet folds.
You would never admit it, but Toji was like the God of pussy eating. 99% of the reason he got between your legs was so he could taste your sweet, sweet slick and smell all he could of it. Even so, he still made sure you got everything you wanted out of it to.
“Fuck! Slow down ‘ji, I’m close…” his tongue was constantly swirling tight circles on your clit, occasionally slipping inside so he could spread the muscle and feel you tighten.
“Nah, I’ll enjoy my time here however I want…” he ignored your pleas, this time shoving two fingers inside to search for that sweet spot that would make you scream.
“Christ, Toji!” You threw your head back, tugging on his hair to get him to back off even just a little bit. With his strength though, it was like trying to push a brick wall. Hell, even if you managed to pull him away, he’d just use his big arms to pull your right back on him.
Once he found that spot that made your legs tremble, he just kept abusing and abusing it with his restless fingers.
“Come on, baby, come on my tongue,” he groaned, pushing his pointed muscle over your most sensitive areas. “I wanna feel it. Come on, you can do it, squirt on my face like the nasty bitch you are…”
His words sent vibrations straight to your clit, and it was like heaven. His tongue swirling, his mouth sucking, and his nose bumping…. It all added up to you practically being thrown over the edge into overstimulation.
His mouth made your legs weak, and once your sweet release finally came, your legs turned to mush and you practically suffocated Toji. Well, that is what he wanted, wasn’t it?
His muffled moans started pouring out once he felt you start pouring out all over him.
“Yes, fuck yes! Gimme all of it, baby, wanna taste it in my sleep…” you heard him groan between your legs, slurping and sucking up all that release like it was the most delicious liquid he could drink.
To him, it probably was. Especially since it was yours.
Once your high finally died down, and your vision cleared, you glanced at the clock.
“Ji’, it’s been 10 minutes,” you said through a shaky breath, attempting to crawl off of him.
That’s when a strong grip stopped you, shoving your right back down onto his soaking wet face.
“No, no… I haven’t had my fill of you juuuust yet.”
Nerd!Choso has a big exam coming up, and there’s only one place were he can focus on his studies…
Tags: fluff, he’s so cute and needy but also a little bratty, choso x reader, kinda wrote this when I was at the roller rink….
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“Cho, remind me why you have to be here of all places to study?” Your sweet voice filled his ears, causing him to turn away from his laptop and look up at you.
“Because, analysis shows that being warmer when studying can cause more focus, and being with a loved one boosts brain health and memory.” He pushed glasses further up his nose, turning his head back to his work.
You let out a long sigh, turning your attention back to your phone while Choso nuzzled his head deeper between your thighs
“I’m almost done reviewing, I promise.” He clicked along the keyboard, glancing further at his online flash cards.
“Sure, sure… you definitely haven’t been saying that the past hour and a half.” You said, looking at the clock that currently read 1:15 AM.
He let out a simple hum, choosing to ignore your little rebuttal.
It’s not like you didn’t like Choso being this close to you. You got to hang out with him, play with his hair, listen to his nerdy little facts… you just really had to go to the bathroom, and he refused to get up.
How many times have you said “I’m about to pee myself, get up!!” And he looked up at you, then immediately turned back to his work, shrugging you off and saying he was ‘almost done’.
You tugged at his precious locks, causing him to grunt and look at you with a harsh glare.
“Give me 10 minutes.”
“I have to goooo…!”
“Just let me finish this flash card set.”
“Ughh!” You threw your had back in annoyance, shoving his head as you did.
You reached for your phone, trying to distract yourself and make time go by faster. Exactly 10 minutes later, that precise little asshole, the sound of his computer shutting made your ears perk up.
He placed it to the side of the bed and turned around, crawling up to your chest and laying down on you.
“I think I’m gonna pass out.” He said, referring to how late it was, and how exhausted he must be.
“Great, your done. Now get off.”
“No.”
“Choso.”
“…”
He glared up at you, clearly annoyed.
“Fine...” he groaned.
Hearing you say his actual name, instead of the usual ‘Cho’ or ‘Baby’ made him realize how mad you actually were. So, he rolled off you and laid on the edge of the bed, eagerly awaiting your return.
Not even giving you a second to situate yourself on the bed, he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close.
“Can you let me live…” you sighed, entangling yourself with him.
“Not without me, no.” He reached for the bedside lamp, shutting it off and nuzzling his nose into your neck.
He started planting sweet kisses along your skin, trailing them up your jaw until he planted one on your lips. You immediately kissed back, enjoying this loving side of Choso instead of the annoying little brat he was earlier.
When the kiss ended, you decided to fuck with him a bit.
“I’m kinda thirsty,” you said, watching as his face visibly scrunched up in annoyance.
“Are you serious?”
“No.”
“Oh my god.”
He pinched your side, causing a smile to appear on your face as you wriggled away from him.
“Keep pinching me and I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“I’m sorry!” He quickly kissed you as an apology, and you fell for it.
“Ok fine, apology accepted,” you paused, a playfully smirk appearing on your face.
Summary: Choso is so shy that he has to make up excuses to hold your hand… not that you wouldn’t hold it if he didn’t make excuses, of course.
Tags: pure fluff, he’s such a cute little baby, it’s lowkey the middle of summer but this fic takes place in da wintah, I wrote this at 5:30 am during a sleepover
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“Are your hands cold? Here, let me warm them up.”
You saw as his warm breath caused a cloud of vapor to form in the air.
You two were currently walking back to your place in the cold winter air because you wanted to check out this new Cafe that opened up around the corner. Of course, you decided to walk and torture yourself a bit because you decided you didn’t need a heated vehicle to take you only a measly 4 blocks down.
“That’s nice of you Cho!”
You slipped your hand into his grasp and looked up at him with a cute smile.
Of course, you really knew that he just wanted to hold your hand, but you would never admit that to him. You didn’t want to embarrass the poor boy more than how he already got when asking to simply hold your hand. (Even if he never asked directly)
As you slipped your fingers between his, you looked up and saw how red his ears were turning. He tucked his face deeper into his scarf to hide his face, since he couldn’t stop the smile he got from getting to feel your touch.
Just a few more minutes and you arrived back at your place. After going inside, slipping your coats off, and curling up on the couch to watch some TV, Choso did it again.
“Here, let me help,” he offered to assist in your search for a movie while he carefully placed his hand over yours on the remote, helping to look for something to watch.
After finding what seemed to be a good movie, he curled up against your stomach while you gently played with his hair.
Suddenly, two characters in the movie started comparing hand sizes, and Choso took that as the perfect opportunity to touch your hand.
He grabbed it gently, bringing it up to his before you finally realized what he was doing.
“Your hand is bigger, but that’s pretty typical,” you commented, bringing your palm flat up against his.
“yeah…” he mumbled, wrapping his fingers around your hand while he inched closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder.
You finally decided to break his pattern.
“Cho, if you wanna hold my hand, all you gotta do is ask. Or you could just grab it, I won’t mind.”
He’s ears immediately turned back to that pinkish shade, finally realizing he was caught.
“sorry… it’s just a habit…” he murmured, turning his head and glancing up at you.
“So then, what should you ask?” You say, pulling your hand away from his, watching his expression turn a little sad.
Dante tries to mind his business and ignore the painfully unfunny guy hitting on you at his signature ice cream shop, but he can’t bear to watch his girl get snatched away by some bad-joke-making loser!
Tags: fluff, mild cursing, lowkey a cornball fic but still enjoyable, Dante only has eyes for you (and maybe some stank eyes for the chud tryna steal his girl)
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Sitting at the bar, chowing down on his delectable strawberry Sunday, the white haired boy couldn’t help but notice the thug that was talking to his beautiful girlfriend.
It started out as a simple conversation, and Dante let it slide. “I like your shirt,” or whatever unfunny one-liners the guy threw at you to try and make you laugh. Of course, Dante knows he’s the only person able to make you laugh so hard your stomach starts to hurt, but he was still sad when you giggled (even if it was only a bit) at his clearly unfunny jokes.
Now, all the weirdo is talking about to you are really bad pick-up lines to try and get you to come to his place.
For your sake, and mostly his, he figured that it was time to finally step in and be the heroic figure that would save you from you certain demise; AKA getting kidnapped by this creep.
“Listen pal, you’ve been talking to my girl nonstop since you got here and it’s been pissing me off.”
The guy flirting with you finally took notice of Dante.
“Oh damn, this your girl? Couldn’t tell by how you didn’t even glance at her. I thought you were a total stranger to her!”
That set him off. Him? A stranger? To you? The person he shares late night snacks with and can’t fall asleep without being next to?
Oh yeah, this guy was gonna get it.
“Alright let’s take this outside, or maybe you wanna save yourself from the embarrassment and leave before I kick your ass.”
Dante got off his barstool and stepped closer to the punk, attempting to intimidate him.
“Alright guys that’s enough….” You tried to defuse the situation, but just got a hand from Dante.
“Nah, I’m gonna show this guy what happens when he tries to steal my girl…”
5 minutes later that rando was face first in the dirt.
“Damn, didn’t know you were so protective of me…” you eyed Dante, teasing him a bit.
“Yep. Love you to much to let you get stolen from me, especially if it’s right in front of my eyes. Now, let’s get home please… there’s a creepy looking guy over there that’s been eyeing us the past few minutes.”
“Maybe that’s because you’ve been kicking that guys ass the past few minutes.”
Dante took a minute to process what you meant.
“Ohh! You mean he was to enchanted by my ass kicking that he couldn’t stop staring!”
You slammed your palm against your face in defeat.
“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. Now let’s get home, my shows almost on!”
You grabbed Dante’s hand and started dragging him back to your place, watching the once strong and resilient demon hunter get turned into mush by your touch.
“Y-yeah… whatever you want, babe…”
This was lowkirkenuenly a crack fic because I’ve been back in my DMC phase and I REALLY RESLLY REALLY wanted to write about Dante, I just didn’t know what…. So I figured (since this is my first DMC fic) I’d start out light hearted and silly!
Megumi may be cold hearted, but he definitely isn’t cold blooded.
Tags: fluff, megumi x reader, he’s such a sweetie pie to you, and he’s also your personal heater, lowkey wrote this at 2am when I was DYING
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“Can I help you guys with anything else? Refills maybe? Or some dessert?” The waitress eyed Megumi up and down, making him seem visibly uncomfortable.
“No.”
He didn’t even bother glancing in here general direction.
“Are you sure? We have really good chocolate-“
“I said no.”
His cold gaze finally met her, and she seemed to be a little frightened at his demeanor.
“Alrighty, well I’ll just leave this here then,” she placed the check on the table and hurried off, not wanting to annoy the intimidating man any further.
“Damn, ‘gumi, that was pretty cold,” you looked at your boyfriend from across the table after the waitress scurried off.
“Didn’t like her. She was too pushy and it felt like she was flirting with me,” he paused, glancing up at you with a sudden change in his eyes.
“and since I’m with my beautiful girlfriend, I didn’t like that she kept pestering me with flirtatious things.”
“Oh relax, she’s just doing her job,” you waved your hand in a carefree manner, patiently waiting for Megumi to finish signing the check.
“Let’s go before she tries anything else.” He quickly grabbed your hand and walked you to the car, desperate to go home and be with you.
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“You’ve been so clingy ever since we ate dinner… did that waitress really bother you?”
Megumi snuggled his face inter your neck more, taking a deep breath as he pulled you closer to him.
“Yes. I didn’t like her flirting. And besides, I only have eyes for you, so it bothered me that she kept pushing herself towards me.” He says, recalling the times she would playfully grab his shoulder when making a joke.
He grabbed your waist tighter, pulling you more into his chest.
“Awww, your so cute sometimes.”
“Shut up.” He said, but you could feel the small smile forming on his lips that rested against your neck.
“you’re so warm too… a little sweetheart and my personal heater? I really hit the jackpot with you.” You giggled, feeling him pinch your side as a way for you to stop teasing him.
“At this rate I’m just gonna sleep on the couch and leave you here all cold and alone if you don’t let me enjoy this peaceful moment.”
“No!” You quickly protested, flipping around and glaring at him.
You knew he would never do that, it was just the fact he said it that made you mad at him.
“Oh relax, I love you too much to do that.”
“As you should.” You smiled, leaning into his chest and fidgeting with his hair.
“Damn, not even an ‘I love you’ back,” he playfully scoffed, slowly scooting away to mess with you.
“I love you too my personal heater, now get back here!” You tugged him by his shirt and forced him close to you, feeling his warmth shield you from the cold air.
“I’ll take personal heater over ‘Meggy’ any day.”
“Oh shut up, I called you that like, once, a few months ago.”
“Well I still think about it.”
“Well I don’t.”
There was an awkward silence before you both started laughing.
“Whatever, just go to sleep.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips before bringing the blanket over you two more.
Though sometimes ‘forgetful’, Ryomen Sukuna isn’t a total dick. After all, his beautiful girlfriend is someone he could never be mean to. You on the other hand though… sometimes you just need to take your anger out.
Tags: fluff, cursing, I wrote this in one sitting, domestic life with Sukuna, etc
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It started out as a little comment.
“Ryo, pick up your clothes off the floor. I’m tired of tripping over them.”
Surely something as silly as leaving clothes on the floor wouldn’t last long. Sukuna would surely start picking up his clothes because his beautiful girlfriend told him to.
The next day, you tripped on his shirt again. The beige fabric blending in with your floor completely, catching you off guard.
“Sukuna. Pick up your fucking clothes for once!” You shout at the man who leasurly sat on the sofa.
Next, a whole week went by with no clothes to be tripped over. Finally, Sukuna had some sense knocked in to him and he started to pick them up.
That’s when you fell face first into the wall.
Glancing down, you see a black t-shirt caught on your foot.
Taking a deep breath, you stormed over to Sukuna with his shirt in your hand, all while he laid on your shared bed with a pillow to his chest and his phone in his hand.
“Ryomen Sukuna! I swear to fucking god, if I trip over your clothes one more time, your a dead man, you hear me!” Stomping over to him, he finally gets up off the bed and stands infront of you.
Seeing that smug smile on his face did nothing but enrage you further.
“Ya know, your really hot when your mad.”
That’s it. He’s dead.
You lunge at him, climbing his large frame and attempting to put him in a head lock. “I’m gonna kill you!” You shouted, attempting to atleast knock some sense into the dense man.
All the while you were breaking a sweat trying to attack him, he just stood there like a wall, not even pretending to be affected by our efforts.
With one tug of your arm, he brought you back down to the ground infront of him.
“Oh calm down woman, I’ll start picking them up.”
“Will you? Or will I keep having to remind you!!” You bashed your fist into his chest, not even moving him a centimeter.
He grabbed your wrist and leaned down into your face.
“I swear I’ll start picking them up…” he said in a promising way, “or maybe I’ll just ignore you again and keep leaving them on the floor so I have an excuse to watch you yell at me.” He smirked, causing all your hope to jump out the window.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
“You can try to sweets,” he tightened his grip on your wrist,
Choso is such a clingy little baby and he can’t go even a few measly hours without his pretty girlfriend
Tags: fluff
Update: thank you guys for 700 likes!! MWAH
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Sitting at a cafe with your friends, your conversation is interrupted when you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket.
“Sorry, it’s Cho, I gotta take this.” Your quickly answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear.
“What’s up baby?”
“can you come home…”
His needy and quiet voice is heard on the other end, making you crack a smile at his behavior.
“Are you serious? I’ve only been gone for like, an hour and maybe a half.”
Your hear a small sniffle, not enough to make you think he’s crying, but enough to make you realize just how deep his attachment to you was.
“That’s like, forever though… and I miss you.”
His desperate voice fills your ears, and you glance across from the table to your friends that are giving you a not-so-subtle concerned glare.
“Did he burn the house down?” One of them says, before getting elbowed in the side by the other.
“Baby, give me 30 more minutes and I’ll be home in a flash.”
You hear him whine.
“Choso.”
The hairs on the back of his neck stand up when you call him by his name. Not Cho, not baby, but Choso. The sound alone was like nails on a chalkboard to him.
“Fine…” he groans, not wanting to make you even more mad.
“Thanks Cho!” You beam, flashing a grin.
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When you arrive home, after accidentally spending a whole 2 hours with your friends rather than the 30 minutes you told your boyfriend you would spend with them, you find Choso curled up on the couch scrolling on his phone.
The sound of you opening the door and putting your keys down make him practically hurl himself off the couch and into your arms.
He’s on you in a second, and you haven’t even kicked your shoes off.
“I missed you so much, it feels like you enjoy torturing me at this point.” He has his face in your neck, tightly wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’m so sorry,” you sarcastically say, “I got caught up in a conversation, and before I knew it, 2 hours had past.”
You can feel the glare that Choso is digging into your neck right now, but you ignore it and cup his face, planting a chaste kiss on his lips.
“My poor boyfriend can’t go 3 hours without me.”
He rolls his eyes and scoffs, picking you up and carrying you over to the couch.
Placing you down softly, he can’t help but plant kisses all over your face and neck.
“Sorry-“ kiss, “I-“ kiss, “love” kiss, “my girlfriend so much-” kiss, “that I can’t handle being away from her-“ kiss.
After every kiss you couldn’t help but slowly let out more and more giggles, the tingling sensation of Chosos lips making you smile.
“Ok ok, I get it. From now on, you’ll stick by me forever and ever.” You say in a mocking way, but he ignores it and keeps planting kisses all over you.
“Next time, I’m coming with you.”
“That would ruin the whole point of girls night.”
“Nuh uh”
“Yuh huh”
“Nuh uh”
“Yuh hu-“
And before you can finish your poor rebuttal (if you could even call it that), Chosos captured your lips into a desperate kiss.
“Doesn’t matter, I’m just glad you’re with me now.” He snuggles up next to you on the couch, pulling a blanket over you both while you gently tangle your fingers in his hair.
“I’m still coming along next time.” He says, and you can’t help but crack a scoff.
Can I request first kiss with Albedo? And who's the one that initiate it is up to you✨thank uu❤
Ofc! 🫶 I hope this is to your liking
First Kiss
Albedo x reader
Description: They say the first big step in a relationship is the first kiss… So, how would that go with your boyfriend Albedo?
Warnings/notes: None!
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Your raised your fist to the door of the Alchemists office, knocking lightly as to not disrupt him and his experiments.
“Come in.”
You twisted the door knob, shutting the door behind you once you’ve stepped in.
You walked over to Albedo, who was sitting at his desk with a pencil in hand, sketching deep in focus. Not once did he look up to see who entered his quarters, he was so entangled in the way his pencil moved on the paper.
“Mr Albedo…?” You questioned, snapping the blonde haired man from his trance.
The Alchemists eyes widened, seeing you right in front of his desk, leaning over to look at what he was drawing.
“Those are beautiful sketches… can I see?” You tried grabbing the book, but were quickly stopped when Albedo sprung his hands over the page with a cough.
“That’s not… necessary…” he said, hiding the sketches from view before closing it up and putting it in his desk drawer.
He got up from his chair just as you walked to the other side of the desk, aching to tear open the drawer and snatch the book for yourself.
“Oh my Archons…” you gasped, looking past Albedos shoulder to the door.
The scientist fell for your trick, turning around before you quickly reached into his desk and pulled out the book. Just as you did, he turned back around and tried to stop you from opening it.
You flipped open to a page, just to be met with the most intricate and beautiful sketches of you.
You glanced up at the Blonde. His ears were turning a significant shade of pink, while he awkwardly averted his gaze and covered his mouth.
“I think that’s enough…” he reached for the leather bound book in your hands before you turned around and kept flipping through it.
“Albedo… these are lovely.”
You heard him mutter something under his breath, so you turned around to see him quickly avert his gaze again.
“What was that?”
He took a few seconds, as if contemplating on saying his thoughts.
“Only because they’re of you…”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. Not only was he a great artist, but he also knew how to make your heart race.
You gently placed the notebook back onto his desk, looking back at him. You hadn’t noticed it, but your body’s seemed to have instinctively inched closer.
Not a single word was exchanged, only the growing stare of two lovers gazing into eachothers eyes. You felt a magnetic pull towards him, and you couldn’t help yourself from leaning closer.
His eyes searched yours for any doubt or worry, before your lips inevitably landed upon eachother.
The warmth of skin on skin, the feeling of intimacy with the man you loved, it all made your heart flutter and your stomach swirl.
When you parted, you both remained silent, wanting to bask in the softness of your first kiss a little longer.
Albedo always has a pen in his hands, taking notes on whatever experiment he’s currently doing. His clipboard rests in his grip, while he mindlessly bites on the end of his pen.
He says it gets his thoughts going, but that’s probably just an excuse so that he can keep doing it without people looking at him like he’s gross.
“Mr. Albedo… you’re doing it again…” Sucrose notes to the alchemist, getting a glare from the blue-eyed man.
“Yes, I know,” he retorts, yanking the pen from his lips,
“It helps me think.”
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Alhaitham
Bites his nails.
One of his hands hold open a book, while the other is brought up to his mouth, unintentionally biting and tearing at the nail while he reads.
He definitely gets comments about it, saying how gross it is and that he should stop, but he’s tried everything and nothing can get him to quit it.
He catches himself doing it too, instantly bringing his hand down in shame, before mindlessly bringing it back up minutes later.
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Ayato
Gnaws at his lip
While the commissioner sits at his desk, filling out endless amount of paperwork work, his teeth can’t seem to stop chewing his lips.
Thoma walks in, handing the white haired man his daily tea, before awkwardly pointing to his now bleeding bottom lip.
“Doing it again?” Thoma asks, a hint of concern tugging at his voice.
A small curse escapes the commissioners mouth, before he bring his fingertips to his lips to feel them.
“I guess so,” he pauses, licking the blood, “I didn’t even realize I was doing it…”
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Baizhu
Twirls his hair
Baizhu wanders the clinic, grabbing medicine, papers, and anything else a doctor needs while he mindlessly twirls his hair with his free hand. It’s a natural thing, soothing him as he deals with the stress of patients.
Until a small squeal fills his ear.
“Baizhu! Get your fingers off my tail!”
Changsheng snaked around the man’s neck, slipping her tail from his grasp.
“Ah, sorry about that…” Baizhu apologizes, yanking his hand back down to his side as he continues his work.
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Childe
Taps his fingers
Walking around Liyue, sitting down for a drink, or even laying in bed, Tartaglias fingers never seem to stop tapping.
Taking a stroll around the miscellaneous shops in Liyue for any little trinkets to bring back Tuecer, his finger tap on his palm.
Some would say it’s a sign of being nervous, but to the blue eyed harbinger, it’s just his way of comfort. Sometimes, he doesn’t even know he’s doing it unless someone brings it up.
“Childe, please stop tapping the table.” Zhongli says, lifting a cup of tea to his lips.
The ginger snaps out of his daze, yanking his hand down to his lap.
“Sorry…” he scratches his head, before instinctively continuing the tapping on his thigh.
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Diluc
Always has his arms crossed
This bad habit of the bartender makes him seem all the more unapproachable.
The pairing of his harsh gaze with his unfriendly stance, makes strangers see him as an angry, menacing drink mixer.
“Uhm… can I get a glass of dandelion wine… please…” a poor man asks the red head with a shaking voice.
“Sure thing.” Diluc smiles softly, uncrossing his arms and preparing the man his drink.
Those who know Diluc know that it’s just how he looks. Deep down inside, under all this harsh exterior, he’s a caring and loyal man.
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Itto
Cracks his knuckles
To Itto, cracking knuckles isn’t really a habit as it is a sport. He’s always asking people to take part in a knuckle cracking competition.
“Hey, let’s see who can crack there knuckles the most!” He says, before getting beat by Shinobu 16-19.
“Wait, I swear I have more left..!” He cries, desperately trying to get a few more pops out.
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Kaeya
Plays with his earring/tugs at his earlobe.
“I’ll have the usual.” The Cavalry Captain says, taking a seat next to Rosaria at angels share.
Kaeya talks with his friends, listening to Rosaria about her troubles, and that Bard about his new songs, while he simultaneously tugs at his earring.
He fidgets with the metal as it jingles by his ear, helping him to focus on what his peers have to say.
“One day, you’re gonna yank that earring out and tear your earlobe.” Venti chuckles, taking note of how anxiously Kaeya seemed to be yanking his earring.
The man laughed in response, placing his hand back on the table and taking a sip of his drink, stopping the fidgeting for now.
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Wriothesley
Bites the inside of his cheek
Preparing for another fight in the ring, Wriothesley can’t help but bite the inside of his cheek for comfort. Same thing happens when he’s sitting in his office chair filing papers. The inside of his cheek is like his own little fidget, helping him get through tough and boring times.
Obviously, this habit comes with the downside of the inside of his cheek always being torn up, but this poor man can’t help it. He’s tried everything from chewing gum to eating ice, but nothing helps with his dilemma. Anytime he’s doing anything, he always has his teeth gnawing away at his mouth.
“Here, try this.” Sigewinne hands the Duke a cup of herbal tea, “it will help with the wounds.”
Wriothesley thanks her for making him a special remedy tea to help with the pain inside his mouth, since he can’t seem to stop this painful addiction himself.
Description: After listening through your struggles once more, Diluc realizes he’s had enough of hiding his true emotions.
Warnings/notes: Yelling, jealous Diluc, use of alcohol, cheating, cursing, (sorta?) angst w/ a happy ending, reader and Kaeya are (or should I say WERE) dating
(Totally didn’t put raging confession as the title just because it’s Rosaria’s talent name… despite her not being mentioned in this LITERALLY AT ALL)
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Your body felt flushed and tingly, all the Alcohol you consumed earlier seeping into your system. The dim lighting of the bar made you feel tired as you gently rested your head against your palm, continuing to ramble to the bartender about your recent endeavors.
Diluc listened with an attentive ear, like he always does anytime you stumble into his establishment.
Each time you come in, though, you always have something new to complain about involving your boyfriend.
Which just so happens to be his brother.
"I swear, " you hic, taking another well needed sip of your drink, "next time this happens, I won't be so forgiving."
You continued talking to Diluc, filling him in on Kaeya's recent errors.
"I mean seriously, who openly flirts with other people while your with your girlfriend!?" You cried out a little too loudly.
Dilucs eyes were fixated on the drink he was currently mixing for a customer. But his ears, on the other hand, remained perfectly attentive to ever word you had to say.
"It sounds like you've given him way too many chances..." the redhead says, sliding his finished concoction to a customer just a few seats away from you.
"You're probably right, it's just..." you begrudgingly sighed, "I feel like I'm trapped with him. You know what I mean?" You professed, gulping down the last part of your drink before handing it back to Diluc.
"Oh, and I'll get another one of those..." you slurred, desperately trying to hide how drunk already were. Diluc let out a sigh, slowly pouring you another drink, making sure to go light on the Alcohol this time.
"I worry about you." He murmured, adding the finishing toppings to your mixture and sliding it your way.
You quickly picked it up, drinking it away like it was your first sip of water after being stranded in the desert, before placing it back down.
After that final sip slid down your throat, you felt a knot tighten in your chest. No matter how drunk you got, the thoughts of him wouldn't go away.
"He's like a fucking parasite." You cursed, plopping your head down onto the bar while you arms slung by your sides.
"I can't get rid of him, and anytime I try too, he latches onto me and apologizes like he really loves me...”
The redhead rested his elbows on the bar, lowering his head closer to yours as he gently stroked your hair.
"Diluc..." you murmured, feeling your voice strain.
"Yes?" He answered, soothing your emotions with the simple brushes of his fingers. The way he comforted you made you want to cry. Why couldn't your own boyfriend treat you like this?
You lay their quietly for a moment, feeling so many things at once. Confusion, anger, and even relinquish.
Diluc patiently waited for you to say something, but nothing came. The only reason you said his name was so you could hear his voice when he responded.
The tavern was dead silent, the only thing to be heard was the sound of the door shutting, signaling that the last customer had left. You glanced over to the clock, which read 1:50, signaling that the Tavern was about to be closing.
You laid there for a few more seconds, then finally broke the silence.
"This is the last time I’ll forgive him, I swear." You said, lifting yourself up off the bar and hazily gaining your composure once more. Diluc retracted his hand, before you saw him ball it up up into a fist against the counter.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"..what?"
You not sure if it was just the alcohol making you hallucinate, but Dilucs comforting facade seemed to suddenly slip. Now, what stood in front of you was a man blinded by rage… and a hint of jealousy?
"I can't watch you ache like this anymore. I mean come on, I'm literally right infront of you!" He cried under his breath.
His brows furrowed, and the once comforting words that left his lips were now swapped out with overprotective ones.
"I'm tired of always watching you cry. I'm tired of pretending it's ok, because it's not." He sighed into his hands, closing his eyes in annoyance.
"Do you know how hard it is for me to watch you suffer like this?"
You sat there blankly. Were you suddenly dreaming? Did you pass out on the bar and not even know it?
You sat, fidgeting your fingers as you kept your eyes fixated on your lap.
"Look at me." Diluc leaned in closer, grabing the side of your face with his hand and forcing you to look at him.
"I fucking love you. And seeing you like this hurts me more than you could imagine."
Your eyes widened. The caring but stern words that left Dilucs lips instantly sobered you up.
It all made sense now.
The way he would comfort you, walk you home at the end of the night, stroke your hair, laugh at your stupid jokes… it was all because he loved you.
Archons, you felt so stupid.
Your thoughts were racing. Dilucs gaze didn’t once falter, his eyes searching yours for any sort of sign. Did he go to far? Did you not feel the same? Would he have to pack all his things and move across teyvat?
“Diluc… I-“
“You don’t feel the same. I understand. But I need you to realize that being with Kaeya is only making things worse for-“
You stumbled off your seat at the bar and grabbed Dilucs face, pressing your lips against his in a long desired kiss.
Diluc froze for a moment, the sudden act of affection making his brain short circuit, before he eased into the moment. His hands slid over the bar to latch around your waist, while your hands entangled in his hair as you two indulged in eachother.
Kissing Diluc felt so wrong but so right at the same time. His scent, his taste, his touch… these were all things you could get used to.
You parted from the kiss, gazing into his eyes with realization.
A realization that your true soulmate was standing in front of you this whole time.
Sincere apologies if this appears rushed… because it is. 🙏 I lowkey wrote it at 2 am on a school night ✋😔
Description: How would your first kiss with Alhaitham go? Well, it would probably go a little something like this…
Warnings/Notes: None!
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Sitting quietly in the library of the Akademiya next to your classmate, Alhaitham, indulging in whatever work you two had to get done as the soft glow of the sunsets rays danced on your skin.
“Hey, Alhaitham…” you muttered, flipping to a page in your textbook and turning it towards him.
“Hm?” He looked down at your book, glancing over the paragraph you pointed too.
“I’m so lost on what this means…”
The scholar smiled gently, taking the book from your grasp and looking more closely at its contents.
After gazing over its pages, he leaned in closer to you and tried to reiterate what it meant so you’d understand.
As Alhaitham continued to talk, you found yourself getting distracted by his presence.
He sat inches away from you, whispering in your ear about whatever it was you didn’t care to pay attention to, while you gazed over his features. His skin practically glowed under the sunlight, his eyes a shimmering teal as he looked over at you.
He continued talking, completely unaware how every words he said went in one ear and out the other. In fact, you were so far in your trance, that you didn’t even notice when he stopped talking.
“[name]?” He called out to you like a sweet melody, making your stomach twist as you gained back consciousness.
“What?” You blatantly questioned, feeling your face redden by the second.
“Are you even listening?”
There was a long silence. Alhaitham could hear your heart pounding in your chest.
“No…” you finally answered, feeling the embarrassment creep up to you.
Alhaitham didn’t get mad or frustrated though, he simply nodded in understanding.
He pushed your textbook back infront of you, before leaning his head down closer to yours.
“Maybe I could help you focus on something else, then.”
“What do you mea-“
Alhaitham gently pressed his lips against yours. He skillfully took his time, savoring each and every second he could.
Your hands instinctively slid up to his chest, gently grabbing onto his clothes as you leaned in closer to him.
His mouth was like a key to yours, fitting perfectly against it and unlocking the hidden emotions that you tried oh so desperately to hide. Once his lips landed on yours, you knew you could no longer hide your feelings for him.
He gently parted from you as you fluttered your eyes open, sad at the loss of contact.
You two say there for a second, basking in the moments of just having shared your first kiss, before Alhaitham interrupted.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while…” he shyly admitted. You noticed the redness spreading across his cheeks and ears, before you went to cup his face in your hand.
Before you could lean in again, Alhaitham let out a begrudging cough.
“Maybe we should wait until later… you know… not while in a public library.” You instantly threw yourself off him, turning back towards the table and covering your face in embarrassment.
“Yeah… you’re probably right.”
Apologies if this is bad, I wrote it all in under an hour 🙏 😔 and also I literally haven’t written a fanfic in months
