How I think Genshin guys would react to a girl being too flustered to talk to them (because they have a crush on them)
Featuring Itto, Kinich, Lyney, Heizou, Childe, and Gaming
Itto
Before finding out the reason
The first time he met you he couldn’t fathom someone being so embarrassed all the time. At first he thought you were a naturally shy person but after finding out that you acted completely different around the other members of the Arrataki gang he assumed you were just scared of oni.
He tried everything to show you that he wasn’t a threat. He even showed you his favourite Beatles and sung you a song. He told the whole gang to tell you about all his amazing victories and deeds. They made sure to leave out the part where all his wins were against children.
After finding out the reason
Kuki was the first to notice and she made the mistake of telling Akira. Of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut and told the other members. Soon they started trying to get you guys together. They thought they were being subtle but it was very obvious. Obvious to everyone but Itto. He cornered them and asked them why they were being so weird. One of them ended up accidentally blurting out the reason. The gadgets turned in Itto’s head and he hasn’t been the same since.
He was cocky when he found out. As much as he’d joked about ladies loving him he had never got that kind of attention, especially from a lady his age. At most his grandma would call him handsome but knowing a girl was flustered near him was a completely different feeling.
He flirted like a middle school boy. He’d take your things and hold it over your head just to see you reach for it. When you got flustered his ego would reach new heights.
When Mamoru told him he should try giving you a hug he couldn’t wait to see how you’d react. Of course you froze. You got so flustered you went unconscious in his arms for a moment. When Kuki found out she scolded him for not being more considerate.
He no longer minded that you talked to him less compared to the rest of the gang. He loved seeing you stumble over your words unable to look him in the face.
Kinich
Before finding out the reason
You met him through Mualani. You had seen him before during the Pilgrimage and always thought he was cool. When you finally got to see him up close though something inside you changed. You didn’t know why but you started feeling really embarrassed for no reason.
He thought you were a little strange when he first met you. You didn’t act the way Mualani described you to and he was sure she would’ve mentioned if you were this shy.
After your first meeting with him you really wanted to see him more so whenever Mualani went to see him you’d ask to tag along. She noticed almost immediately and after finding out you liked him she was so planning to set you up with him (She’s a girls girl).
You tried to accompany them but they ended up both being into extreme sports. You couldn’t keep up so you decided to just watch.
After finding out the reason
He had suspected it after seeing how normal you were with everyone else. Ajaw seemed to make comments about it. Kinich didn’t want to jump to conclusions but when Ajaw made a joke about Kinich finally finding someone that could like his “ugly” face then he became sure that you liked him.
It didn’t help that Mualani canonically is bad at keeping secrets. She made it so obvious that she wanted you guys to get together.
He wasn’t looking for a lover but at the same time you liking him didn’t really effect him so he chose not to say anything.
He started finding other activities to do when you were around. Ones that didn’t involve you having to stay behind and watch. Sometimes Mualani would leave the two of you alone. Had it been anyone else he may of found the silence awkward but with you he didn’t mind. After all Ajaw made enough noise for the both of you. Having a bit of silence once in a while didn’t hurt. He didn’t think he minded it actually.
Lyney
After finding out the reason
There was no finding out with him he knew immediately. You were one of Lynette’s friends. You knew the twins were different but you never knew they were this different. He was charming. Too charming. It didn’t even take 5 minutes for him to win your heart.
When he learned that you were the flustered type he couldn’t help toying with you. He’d give you rainbow roses, compliment you, and even preform special magic tricks for you.
Some of these magic tricks involved holding his hand. You were already feeling warm but his hands were warmer. He squeezed your hand and played it off as “part of the magic trick”
Sikanoin Heizou
After finding out the reason
Again he knew immediately but pretended he didn’t. He’d tease you by putting a hand on his chin and theorizing about why you were so red and flustered. “Y/N you look awfully red today. Could it be that you have a fever or perhaps you just ran a marathon? Wait don’t tell me you’re red because…”
He’d pretend to ponder just to see your face turn a little redder with anxiety that he figured out why you liked him. It’d be super embarrassing to fall in love with the detective that was supposed to help you with a robbery case. You’re supposed to be shaken right now not in awe of the man before you.
When he asked you about the details of the man who stole your purse he’d point to himself and say “What eye colour did they have? Did they have green eyes like mine?” Your breath would hitch as soon as you stared into them. You’d forget everything about the suspect which made Heizou to fight back a chuckle.
When he had free time after the case he’d come visit you just to “check in” 
Ajax/Childe
Before finding out the reason
At first he just took you for a shy person but he always got the sense that you lying if that makes sense.
He thought the reason you acted differently from him was because he was a harbinger but at the same time he was good at sensing fear and you didn’t seem scared of him.
He tried asking you why you acted so differently towards him and you lied. He wasn’t sure why but it left a bit of a bad taste in his mouth.
After finding out the reason
He found out after overhearing his subordinates gossiping about how obvious it was that you liked him.
He started acting differently around you. Not necessarily because he’s in love with you but more so because he’s a gentleman
He’s a little more careful with his words and actions now that he knows you like him. He’s used to it. He knows he’s handsome and has many girls swooning. He tries his best to be nicer but he’d be lying if he didn’t use the fact that you liked him to his advantage once or twice.
Gaming
Before finding out the reason
He’s completely clueless as to why you act so differently around him compared to everyone else.
He can’t help but assume he offended you somehow and really wants to apologize for it.
After finding out the reason
He asks around and talked to one of his friends about you without mentioning your name. They told him that it sounded like the girl he is talking about has a crush on him. At first he’s rejected the idea. No way. He never expected someone to see him like that
He can’t really get the thought out his head though. Eventually he just decides to ask you outright. “Sorry Y/N. I can tell I make you uncomfortable but can I ask you a really weird question? Do you have a crush on me?”
You didn’t answer which finally makes him realize you do. You being flustered makes him flustered. In fact he turns just as red as you are. He decides to invite you to get Dim Sum with him sometime. Out of everyone on this list I expect him to be the most likely to reciprocate once he finds out the reason.
Bonus points if you fell in love with him after seeing him dance. If he finds out you liked him the way girls like a celebrity he would be so shocked. He wasn’t that popular though it was a dream of his to be that popular one day. Finding out he had a girl head over heels in love just from busting a move would be very ego boosting.
Wanderer/ Scaramouche
Before finding out the reason
Thought you were a little weird.
Thought he was a the problem at first. He didn’t understand why you could interact with everyone else so normally but struggled to talk to him. He thought you just didn’t like him.
What made it worse was Nahida kept asking him to be in situations where he would have to be around you.
It didn’t matter to him since he was used to being disliked but honestly watching you be friendly with others and having the ability to hold deep conversations with everyone but him stung a little.
After finding out the reason
He found out while reading in the house of Daena. Some of your classmates were gossiping about it without realizing he was there. Most of the girls in your class found it painfully obvious.
Now he just found it annoying. He didn’t know what to do about it. If he hurt your feelings Nahida would be disappointed in him but he didn’t want to lead you on either.
He soon noticed little things like how you follow him around a lot and how you barely said no to him. He tried to ignore it but once he was talking and he randomly decided to look you in your eyes then he noticed it. The way your eyes glimmered with an unfamiliar emotion. It was undeniably the look of love. He paused, it made him blush a little before he turned away muttering something about you being an idiot.
“You’re so happy just to see the sun again? How childish.” (His voice line when the sun comes out.)
Moments like that soon made him start to like you. It took a little while but he grew used to you being shy around him and learned to read your emotions from your expressions, not your tone.
Sometimes he’d do things knowing they’d fluster you while other times he’d find himself being embarrassed by you getting flustered over him doing literally anything.
How did he find himself enjoying such odd behaviour?
Here is how I think tall Genshin men would show their love
Pls enjoy
Its long af
Also minors DNI as there are NSFW themes mentioned and explored here so for your safety and developmental health DO NOT READ THIS!!!
✦ Diluc
Acts of service are his primary love language. He’ll quietly fix things around your home. Your broken lamp, a creaky door, even your cracked tea mug—and never say a word about it.
He memorizes your daily routine, making sure your path is always well-lit at night, and there's always hot tea waiting if you're late.
When you come home whining and crying about how stressful everything’s been, how your boss was a fucking nightmare and nothing's going right, Diluc just listens at first—stoic, quiet, pulling you close like always. But comfort only goes so far. He knows exactly what you need, and it’s not tea. It’s him dragging you to the bed, spreading your legs, and eating you out like it’s the only thing that’ll fix you. He holds your thighs down, tongue deep and slow, making you sob from the overstimulation until your eyes are glassy and your voice breaks—because if you’re going to cry, it sure as hell won’t be from work.
You never ask him to walk you home, but he shows up anyway—silent beside you, but his presence says, I worry, I care, I’m here.
When he hears you’re sick, you just wake up to a stockpile of medicine, soup, and blankets, all with no note. Just a faint scent of his cologne left behind.
He’s bad with words, but his gaze lingers. Longer than it should. And when you look back, he looks away.
✦ Kaeya
He flirts with everyone, but the way he remembers the small things about you—your favorite fruit, that one story you told in passing—is how he truly shows affection.
Always has a spare coat or handkerchief ready. Not that he’ll admit he brought it for you. “You just looked cold, sunshine.”
He flirts with the whole damn tavern, but the second you’re alone in the alley out back, he proves just how little anyone else matters. You're barely able to catch your breath from the walk there before he’s got you pressed up against the cold wall, dress rucked up, panties shoved aside, and his cock buried deep. He holds your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your waist, his breath hot against your ear as he fucks you hard and fast from behind. The bar's music still thumps through the walls, but all you can hear is the wet slap of skin and your own breathy moans as he drives into you like he’s been waiting all night. You wanted his attention? Now you’ve got it—and he’s going to make sure you don’t forget who you belong to.
If someone dares upset you, they mysteriously have a very bad day soon after. He never confirms it, but his smug smile says enough.
He buys two drinks from Good Hunter—your order and his—without asking. Just slides it toward you while pretending it’s no big deal.
He walks on the outer side of the road, always between you and any danger. Never says why. Never will.
✦ Zhongli
He speaks poetically, but the love is in his constancy. He shows it in the way he listens to you—truly listens. No interruptions, no drifting attention.
Keeps you out of the rain with his umbrella—so subtly that you don’t notice until you’re dry and he’s half-soaked.
He’s slow, deliberate, reverent—your body worshipped like something ancient and sacred beneath him. In the soft golden light of your shared bedroom, he moves with purpose, hips rolling deep into you, slow enough to make you whine for more. He kisses every inch of your skin like a vow, hands firm on your thighs as he splits you open with such aching care. And when he finally presses a kiss just below your navel—right over your womb—you feel it in your soul. It’s not just sex with him, it’s devotion. He’s filling you with more than just his cock—he’s pouring every ounce of love, want, and need into you until you’re trembling beneath him, completely and utterly his.
He always remembers what flowers you like and places them in vases around your shared space without saying a word.
Brings you warm tea just when you're thinking about it. Every single time.
If you're anxious, he’ll place a grounding hand on your back or shoulder—no words, just silent strength.
✦ Childe (Tartaglia)
He’s loud and dramatic, but his true love comes through in his protectiveness. He’ll keep a casual arm around your waist when walking in public—not just for affection, but to keep you close.
Teaches you how to fight—not to make you a soldier, but because he wants you to be safe when he’s not there.
He’s loud, cocky, and loves to show off—but when he’s got you on your back with your legs over his shoulders, he gets real serious, real fast. After a long day of spoiling you and hauling your bags like the overprotective bastard he is, he ends it by fucking you like it’s a war he's winning. He slams into you with wild precision, rough enough to make the headboard crack against the wall, grinning every time you moan his name like a prayer. When you’re shaking and crying out, nails digging into his back, he leans down, sweat dripping off his jaw, and growls about how tight you are—how no one else will ever get you like this. Not when you're this full, this ruined, this his.
Whenever he travels, he brings back something small for you. A trinket, a snack, a funny story. “Saw this and thought of you. Weird, huh?”
You never carry heavy bags when he’s around. He snatches them from your hand with a scoff, “What kind of guy would I be if I let you do all the work?”
Late at night, when he thinks you’re asleep, he strokes your hair and murmurs how much you mean to him.
✦ Baizhu
He checks on your health constantly, but in soft, non-intrusive ways—subtle glances at your hands for signs of stress, casual questions about your sleep patterns.
Slips herbal sweets or calming tea into your bag without telling you. Just in case.
He handles you like a fragile prescription—careful, methodical, but with a knowing touch that always lands exactly where you need it. You come to him aching, worn down, and he insists on giving you a "full-body remedy." He spreads your legs on his clinic table like he’s preparing for an exam, fingers slow and deep inside you, stroking places that make your back arch. He talks you through every pulse and tremble, voice low and clinical, even as you're gasping for more. And when his cock finally slides in, it’s a slow, thorough treatment—his hips grinding deep as he murmurs about how good you're taking it, how your body’s responding perfectly. It’s filthy and tender all at once—Baizhu doesn’t just fuck you, he treats you, and you leave that table ruined in all the right ways.
Always has a warm cloth ready if your hands are cold. Holds them gently like he’s diagnosing the soul.
If you mention a minor ache or issue, the next day there’s a custom remedy made “for a patient” that just happens to be perfect for you.
Doesn’t always say “I love you,” but he adjusts his schedule to make time for you—something he does for no one else.
✦ Ayato
A master of keeping feelings hidden, so his love shows in how he makes space for you in his world—in his schedule, in his home, in his heart.
Silently ensures your favorite dessert is served at every gathering he hosts. Even if you say you don’t want anything, it’s there.
He’s polished, composed, always one step ahead—but when the doors are locked and your knees are on the edge of his expensive desk, he fucks you like you’re the only thing that ever made him lose control. He doesn't rush—no, Ayato devours you with finesse, hips grinding in deep, slow circles that leave you trembling. Your cries echo off lacquered walls, but he doesn’t care. He slides a hand into your hair, tilts your head back, and keeps going until your legs shake and you’re clenching around him like you’ll break. He’ll go right back to attending meetings with his usual calm after, but the bruises on your hips and the mess on his pristine shirt say otherwise—because you are his favorite secret to indulge in.
He’s always busy, yet if you text him late at night, he replies instantly—even if it’s just an emoji or a single-word response, it means you come first.
You’ll never see him panic, but when you’re upset, he’ll appear by your side with your favorite book, a cup of tea, and a quiet smile.
He doesn’t talk about you publicly, but his subordinates know: if it involves you, it matters.
✦ Thoma
The king of quiet caretaking. You’ll never have to do chores around him—he’ll cook, clean, and hum while doing it all, smiling softly when you offer to help.
If you’re having a bad day, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong—he just makes your comfort food, lights a candle, and sits beside you with patience.
He’s the kindest man you know, always cleaning up after you, doting like it’s second nature—but when he gets you alone, he’s dangerously sweet. He has you bent over the kitchen counter he just wiped clean, fucking you from behind with a low groan in your ear, your apron still half-on and your moans muffled by your own forearm. He grips your waist like he’s holding you together, thrusts steady and deep, muttering soft praises about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him. And when you start to fall apart, he wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you upright like the good boy he is—always taking care of you, even when he’s fucking the life out of you.
Keeps a list of all your likes and dislikes in his head and plans around them. The weather’s cold? He already packed your scarf.
Always brings back something small from his errands—flowers, snacks, a shiny rock he thought you’d find cool.
He says “take care” like he means “please don’t get hurt, I’m begging you.”
✦ Itto
He’s loud, chaotic, and messy—but his love is in his loyalty and pride in you. You’re his favorite topic. If someone asks about his gang, he ends up bragging about you instead.
Will fight anyone who so much as jokes about you in a weird tone. Immediately. Doesn’t care who it is.
He’s all bark and biceps until he’s got you pinned under him, rutting into you like he’s got something to prove—and he does. You’re his, and he’s gonna fuck you like he wants the whole neighborhood to know. The bed creaks, the headboard bangs, and you’re gripping the sheets like your life depends on it while he keeps pounding into you with wild, relentless thrusts. He moans loud, praises you louder, and when you start crying from the stretch and the pressure, he just grins, wipes your tears with his thumb, and keeps going. “Look at you, takin’ all of me like a champ,” he’d say if he wasn’t too busy making you scream his name into the damn mattress.
Shares his food with you, even if it’s his last dango milk. That’s a big deal.
Tries (and fails) to do things like write you poems or make handmade gifts. They’re usually bad—but endearing in the way he gets so excited to show you.
He’s the kind of guy to carry you on his shoulders just because. To him, it’s not about showing off—it’s about holding you up where you belong: “at the top of the world, babe.”
✦ Alhaitham
He’s not showy about his feelings, but his love is in his consistency and attention to detail. He’ll remember exactly how you like your tea, your preferred seat in a library, the book you were curious about three weeks ago.
If you're walking beside him and the sun is too harsh, he’ll casually tilt his book to shade you instead.
He’s all quiet control and precision until you catch him alone in his study, the world muted except for the slick slide of his fingers undressing you. No grand gestures—just slow, calculated exploration of every inch, tongue tracing lines like he’s memorizing your body’s secrets. When he finally sinks into you, it’s measured but deep, hips pushing forward with deliberate pressure that makes you gasp, then shiver. His dark eyes lock with yours, calm and intense, as he leans close to press a whispered curse against your collarbone, dragging you deeper into the kind of silence where only breath and moans exist. You’re not just his partner—you’re his obsession, and he’ll make sure you feel every damn second of it.
Doesn't say "I miss you." Instead, he leaves sticky notes with neutral reminders on them that end with: You’d better come back safe.
He listens—even when it looks like he’s ignoring you. Later, he’ll reference something small you said during a rant. "You were worried about this, weren’t you? I took care of it."
He offers his headphones to you. That’s his version of an intimate gesture. Quiet, shared peace. Just vibes and closeness.
✦ Kaveh
He shows love by romanticizing every little thing you do. You pick a flower? He compares you to a Renaissance painting. You trip? He calls it a "graceful stumble of a poetic soul."
He decorates your shared space with warm lights and cozy throw pillows, always claiming it’s for ambience, but it’s really for you.
He’s all softness and warmth until the moment he pins you gently to the couch with a sigh, lips trailing hot kisses down your neck as his hands roam possessively over your curves. His voice drops low, full of poetry and promise, murmuring filthy words that make your skin crawl and your pulse race. When he slides inside you, it’s slow and tender but with an edge of desperation, fingers threading through your hair as he presses you closer, whispering about how you’re his perfect masterpiece—flaws and all. You’re tangled in his arms, drowning in the sweet ache of his touch, every kiss a brushstroke painting you as his ultimate muse, craving and claiming you in every lingering thrust.
He always walks you home, no matter how tired or late it is. And he sings—just softly enough that you almost miss it.
Gives you handmade gifts, even if he’s broke. A framed drawing, a handcrafted pendant, a poem he accidentally left on your pillow.
If you’re sad, he tries to cheer you up by distracting you with a passionate monologue about something ridiculous. Works every time.
✦ Neuvillette
Reserved but deeply observant, he notices when your mood shifts by the slightest margin. He doesn’t press—you just suddenly find time clearing on his calendar so he can spend it with you.
Carries a handkerchief for you at all times. He’ll wordlessly pass it to you during emotional moments, his hand gently brushing yours.
He’s calm and reserved until he’s got you backed against a bookshelf in his private study, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over your most sensitive places. His tongue follows the path of his fingers, teasing you with maddening precision—pressing just enough to make you whimper, then sliding deeper where you need it most. His touch is confident, almost clinical, but there’s heat in every stroke, every flick, building you up until your legs tremble and your breath hitches. When he finally parts you with his fingers and slips inside, it’s slow, intense, and unrelenting, as if marking you not just with pleasure but ownership, leaving no doubt that you’re his to cherish and unravel.
He walks at your pace, even if it means slowing down by half. Always on your left, always watching the crowd for trouble.
Will place your favorite snack on your desk during long days—officially “from the court’s hospitality,” but you know it was him.
When you're overwhelmed, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder and quietly reads to you from his favorite books. His voice alone feels like safety.
✦ Wriothesley
Tough exterior, heart of warm, guarded affection. His way of showing love? Protecting your peace like a guard dog with manners.
Keeps a second pair of gloves just for you in case your hands get cold. Doesn’t say anything—just offers them casually like it’s no big deal.
He’s all controlled strength until he presses you hard against a cold wall, hips snapping into yours with rough, rhythmic force, fingers sliding underneath your clothing to wrap around your pearl-tight heat. His grip tightens with every thrust, his breaths sharp against your neck as he fucks you like he’s got something to prove—something only you can unlock. He doesn’t say much—just curses under his breath, low and urgent, as his hand teases and toys at your most sensitive spots, making your body shudder and your moans spill over. Every hard slap of skin, every calloused finger pressing deep, says plainly: you’re his, and he’s taking what’s his without mercy or apology.
Gives you his coat when you’re cold. Always. No matter how freezing he ends up.
He watches you when you talk—not in a creepy way, but with a sort of awe, like he can’t believe you’re real.
If you're upset, he won’t make you talk about it. He’ll invite you to box with him or cook with him instead, letting you work it out your way. He’s not good at emotions—but he’s always there.
✦ Ororon
His love is in the little things: the way he always makes sure your weapons are clean and ready, even if you never asked.
When you’re tired, he insists on carrying your gear, grumbling under his breath but secretly loving the excuse to help.
Ororon’s quiet strength turns feral behind closed doors. When he pins you against a wall after a long day, his hands grip firm but possessive, sliding beneath your clothes with urgent intent. He doesn’t need to whisper sweet nothings—his actions speak loud enough as his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing skin, tongue flicking over bruises he plans to leave. His pace is relentless, a fierce storm of need and control, driving you wild until you’re gasping and trembling under him. No words—just raw, fierce devotion marked by every hard thrust and rough touch.
He’s the kind of guy who shows affection through playful teasing but softens when he thinks no one is looking — a quick brush of his fingers against your hand or a lingering gaze.
If you get hurt, he’s the first to patch you up, his touch careful and surprisingly gentle for someone so fierce.
He shares stories from his travels just to see you smile and hear your laugh.
✦ Ifa
Ifa is more outgoing and sociable than people expect, showing his love through easy conversation, teasing, and warmth mixed with his natural calmness.
He expresses care by listening actively and offering thoughtful advice, always ready to engage deeply with you about ideas or feelings.
Ifa’s playful charm turns deliciously wicked when he’s got you alone. Between teasing kisses and whispered jabs, his fingers find your most sensitive places with practiced ease, drawing moans that make him grin. He loves to push your limits, tracing lazy circles with his tongue where you least expect, making you squirm and beg for more. When he finally slides inside, it’s with a mix of gentle warmth and mischievous hunger, his hands never still, exploring, claiming. His low chuckles and soft curses fill the room as he takes you in waves, making sure pleasure and laughter are tangled together—his signature way of loving you hard.
Enjoys playful banter and sometimes uses humor to lighten tense moments, showing affection through shared laughter and connection.
He remembers little details about your preferences and surprises you with small, considerate gifts like plants or trinkets that reflect your interests.
His love is a balance of extroverted warmth and grounded steadiness—he makes space for you while keeping things lively and genuine.
(Guys I'm so sorry if Ifa and Ororon's parts are off character I haven't even gotten to the Fontaine archon quest and like I've seen them and like never fully interacted with them so like yeah I'm just going off of looks and edits I've seen on TikTok TwT)
✦ Capitano
His love is in his protective presence—always a little too close for comfort, but never crossing boundaries.
Brags about you loudly to his crew, making sure everyone knows you’re his priority.
He’s all sharp angles and rough edges when he corners you against the ship’s bulkhead, hands gripping your hips like he’s holding on for dear life—and maybe he is. His breath is hot against your ear as he mutters curses and promises you only feel when he’s grinding into you hard and fast, claiming every inch with the precision of a captain taking command. His fingers dig into your waist, nails teasing bruises as his tongue finds yours, rough and demanding. When he fucks you against the cold metal, it’s fierce, protective, and utterly relentless—like he’s marking you as his, no questions asked.
He fixes things for you—broken doors, leaky faucets, or a torn jacket—without being asked.
When he’s nervous about you, he fidgets or tries to distract himself with loud jokes, but his eyes always find you.
Offers his coat or armor to shield you from rain or danger, like a living shield.
✦ Dottore
His love is weird but real: he shows it through thoughtful (if bizarre) experiments designed to improve your life.
Surprises you with strange gadgets or potions that somehow end up making things easier—or at least more interesting.
His love shows in strange ways, but when he pulls you into his cluttered lab, the intensity shifts. Fingers slick with something cold and unfamiliar, he teases your skin, exploring with scientific precision that somehow feels impossibly intimate. His tongue flicks with curious hunger, tasting, testing, driving you wild with the slow build of his calculated touch. When he finally takes you, it’s experimental—alternating between delicate care and rough urgency—his whispered calculations drowned out by your gasps and moans. Even in chaos, his obsession with you is clear: you’re his greatest experiment, and he’s determined to perfect every sensation.
Listens intensely when you talk, occasionally taking notes, then later shows up with solutions or improvements.
Despite his eccentricity, he always remembers your favorite things and makes sure they’re nearby.
When you’re upset, he offers a quiet presence, tinkering beside you, proving that love can be shown in many unconventional ways.
✦ Pantalone
Love, to him, is control and provision. You’ll never go without—not when he exists. He ensures it.
Buys out entire boutiques just because you once admired a coat in the window. He won’t tell you—he’ll just gesture toward the wardrobe and say, “Take your pick.”
Behind closed doors, his need to control takes on a more primal edge. He pins you with that same quiet power, fingers trailing possessively over your skin as he claims every inch without words. His touch is both reverent and demanding, guiding you exactly how he wants—slow, deliberate, and with an iron will beneath the silk. When he whispers curses in your ear during the heat of the moment, they’re promises masked as threats, his tongue tracing patterns that leave you trembling. Control isn’t just a word for him—it’s how he shows he owns you, body and soul, in the most intimate of ways.
He never says “I care about you.” Instead, it’s: “I've already handled the problem. You won’t hear from them again.”
Holds your hand only in private—softly, reverently, like he’s touching the one thing he cannot own.
He gives you an untraceable bank account and says, “Just in case you ever need to disappear.” You know what he really means is “I want you safe. Always.”
✦ Dainsleif
He doesn’t speak of love—he speaks of duty and fate. But his gaze softens when it lands on you, as if you’re the one thing he’d defy destiny for.
You’ll never see him rest, but he’ll stay awake through the night just to keep watch while you sleep.
His duty-bound exterior melts away when it’s just the two of you. He’s dark and intense, hands rough but gentle as they explore the delicate places he guards fiercely. His lips brush your skin like a vow, every kiss weighted with silent promises and battles fought for you alone. When he takes you, it’s with a fierce urgency—like he’s defying fate itself with every thrust, every whispered curse. The shadows around you deepen, but under his touch, you feel utterly seen, protected, and claimed—like you’re the only light worth fighting for in his relentless night.
Fixes your cloak when it tears. Wraps your wounds even when you insist you’re fine. He never says anything—just works in silence, his hands careful, like you’re something fragile in a world that breaks everything.
Always walks behind you. Not because he distrusts you, but because he’s made to shield, not to shine.
You once asked if he’d ever known peace. He looked at you for a long time and said, “Only when I’m with you.”
...very obviously fem reader lmao, you store things in the middle of your chest...
...lyney...xiao...itto...wanderer...
Lyney
You're showing lyney a card trick that learned.
But no matter how much he tries to figure out where you hid the card he just can't get it.
He never usually does this but he's just too curious!!
So he's been asking- no, begging for you to tell him how you did it and where you hid the card!
After much pleading and you repeating "a magician never reveals her secrets" you finally spill.
You tell him to watch carefully and he nods.
His eyes widen and his mouth drops open as he burns red.
You reach down your shirt and pull out a card from in between your boobes
"I- you uh..ah.." he's stuttering, not sure what would be an appropriate response to this.
You just laugh "see, this is why I said you can't do this trick, your tits are too small darlin"
"h-hey- making you blush is my job! Not the other way around!"
he's used to making snarky remarks or dirty jokes he can't believe he fell for this!
Xiao
Xiao recently gifted you some adeptus beads
They were meant to ward away evil spirits and demons and keep you safe when he's not around
However, he's noticed that he can't seem to find you wearing them around your neck, so he decided to ask you about it
"y/n where are you keeping the beads I gave you? I didn't give them to you just for you to leave them somewhere to collect dust."
He huffed offended you wouldn't keep the charm on you.
You already insisted on not calling his name when in trouble so you should at least keep the beads on you!
You just looked at him amused telling him you had them on you but he insisted you showed them to him, so you did.
Pulling down the neckline of your shirt you reached your hand in to grab said beaded necklace.
His mouth dropped once you showed it to him and his face bloomed "i- y-you..you have no respect for the adepti!" he vanished after yelling that likely to hide his blushing face, and his boner
Itto
Recently you've hid one of ittos little purple bugs right before his little match with some kid
He's frantically searching for said bug, insisting that he has to take that one or he won't win! Not that he will either way
"y/nnnnn! Are you sure you haven't seen my little bugger! I really need it!" he's whining like a little baby!
Feeling bad for him you finally relent telling him you might have an idea of where his beetle could be
"REALLYYYY!!! You're the best babe-" you tell him to watch carefully as you pull your shirt down and from in-between your valleys crawled out the purple beetle you had hidden
His mouth dropped his eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets (imagine gojo when he looked at megumi)
"not fair y/n! Why does the beetle get to stay there and not me!" he's thinking about it being unfair,
Then the next second he wants to see if the beetle would fit in between his tits,
Of course, they do. I mean have you seen his tits? He's very proud of that fact
Wanderer
Nahida recently sent the both of you on an expedition together
He acts like he's not happy but deep down he's happy to be traveling alone with his beloved
Recently you both stopped at a shop to buy something but he had forgotten his mora back at camp.
He looked towards you waiting for you to pay, he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you when you looked at him amused and asked "you sure"
"just pay." well, he insisted, so why would you deny?
As soon as you reached down your shirt his mind short-circuited
You pulled out a mora pouch and handed some mora to the shop keeper like it was nothing and then again stuffed the pouch down your tits.
Grabbing the things you started walking away as wanderer stood there just blushing violently
Looking back you yelled "are you coming or not darling?" he snapped out of it following after you
"did you really have to do that in fucking public?" he huffed in embarrassment, walking back home with a boner is annoying
synopsis: who fell first and who fell harder between you and genshin impact men 💌 x gn!reader
characters included: venti, neuvillette, zhongli, and itto
previously > bennett, kaeya, lyney, and cyno • childe, tighnari, wanderer, and xiao • kamisato ayato, kaedehara kazuha, aether, and al haitham
read more: albedo, heizou, kaveh, and razor
venti fell first, then fell harder ✧
he fell first during your first encounter with him—when he was comforting dvalin and you interrupted the moment. he definitely hasn’t seen you around before in mondstadt and was simply curious about you. much to his luck, you met again in angel’s share. he was drunk that time, sure, laughing about with the people of the city. but when he saw you enter, he stopped laughing—struck by the way the tavern’s lighting made your eyes sparkle and made your face glow even more brighter, he knew right then and there. he was doomed to fall in love.
he fell harder when he joined you in your travels. he saw every side of you—the happy, the anxious, the sad, and the angry. as an archon, he felt as if he was obligated to be more so a figure of attraction to the people, rather than a person with actual feelings. so when he saw you, the honorary knight, adored by so many, the hero of teyvat, express your emotions freely—especially when it’s just you and him. he couldn’t help but admire all of you. looking at his beloved from head to toe like you’re all for him.
“oh, my windblume, come here, let me hug you. let me make it all better for you, hmm? it’s my forte, don’t you think so?”
you fell first, neuvillette fell harder ✧
you fell first when you saw him at the opera epiclese, sitting patiently on his throne—like he commanded everyone in the room. you watched him intently as the trial progressed. right, you’re friend beside you was saying something. however unfortunately for them you were too busy looking up and admiring how the chief justice spoke with such grace and dignity—he was justice himself and you wanted his attention to be. on. you.
he fell harder when you would always bring him his favorite foods, address love letters to his office, and sometimes offering to help with cases and such. at first he found it bothersome, and one thing about this man is he was vocal about it too. only then when you took a step back in pursuit of his attention and love, did he realize that with every thought of you, rain was pouring hard in fontaine.
“for many years i’ve lived, i believed myself incapable of feeling such strong emotions for a mortal, yet you have managed to claim my heart completely.”
you fell first, then fell harder ✧
you fell first when zhongli invited you over for lunch but he forgot his wallet. apologies from him emerged from his mouth and a small blush crept onto his face, embarrassed that he forgot about it. you paid for his meal and in return he offered you a contract—one in which he would do whatever it is that you needed of him, in return for your kind gesture of paying for him.
you fell harder when you found out he was talking about you rather fondly with the traveler who just recently set their foot in liyue. the traveler and paimon wanted to know who’s zhongli’s lucky one and when they found you, they told you your name was always mentioned by him no matter what and where they are (sorry zhongli likes to talk about you so much without him realizing he’s talking too much about you)
“apologies traveler, it seems i found myself in dire need of help with the way i’m speaking about y/n for.. quite some time now. may you excuse me for a moment? i need to tell them something important.”
you fell first, itto fell harder ✧
you fell first when he summoned his pet cow—ushi, to sit beside you. why? you also didn’t know at first and was of surprised because you two barely even knew each other, then suddenly a cute little cow was sitting next to you, moo-ing to its heart’s content. later on when he saw you’re confused expression, he nervously admitted that he thought you were sad and wanted you to have company. he didn’t want to scare you by walking up himself because he’s aware that he’s a.. big guy.
itto fell harder when you challenged him to a beetle fight! seeing you all worked up, ready to fight the king of beetle fights ?!? oh, he was down bad for you. you even confidently let the audiences bet on who’s going to win each match. don’t let yourself win all the time tho, i think he’s gonna cry . even so, if you’re really that good, he just accepts his defeat throwing his hands up in the air, surrendering to you. he didn’t mind not winning, all that matters to him was seeing you happy.
“damnnnn, y/n! didn’t know you had it in ‘ya! alright alright! you win a double prize! my title aaaand! my heart!”
author’s notes: y’all i miss itto!🧍🏻♀️i wish they woud re-design his arms lol remember how we got deprived of muscle daddy itto 😔✌🏻sorry abt zhongli’s part i don’t feel him as of the moment soooo i feel like my writing was asscheeks on his part sowwyyyyyyy !!!! mwehehehe
