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[arisewanekosuki]

Genshin White Day Art (2020 - 2026)

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[whatiscooking]

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?

[yourlittlegoblin]

How they show love without saying it

SOrry that I was gone for so long gang

Pls forgive me

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.”

[rene-darling]

WHEN- you store things inside your boobies

...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

[marssismar]

KINKTOBER Ѽ

some of these are subject to change + some more may be added in the future

ill also add the plots of all of them as i finish writing them so stay tuned for that

10. 1 - tentacles - albedo

↳ PLOT - N/A

10. 3 - fucking machine - wriothesley

↳ PLOT - he’s warned you time and time again to stop breaking the rules, or he’ll have to teach you the hard way.

10. 5 - foot job - anaxa

↳ PLOT - you’ve been arguing for about an hour in his office when he says something that makes you snap.

10. 7 - hand job - flins

↳ PLOT - flins helps you out when you're attacked by monsters, you insist on repaying him.

10. 9 - remote-controlled vibrator - mydei

↳ PLOT - with an upcoming dinner w/ the rest of the chrysos heirs, mydei came up with an idea to spice things up a bit.

10. 11 - squirting - varka

↳ PLOT - N/A

10. 13 - fleshlight - gepard

↳ PLOT - N/A

10. 15 - thigh fucking - capitano

↳ PLOT - N/A

10. 17 - pegging - itto

↳ PLOT - N/A

10. 19 - mommy kink - ororon

↳ PLOT - N/A

[imeruu]

Itto my boyyy. Still really happy with how this turned out 🧡

[dogtchu]

[mod-lc]

"... 𝐇𝐔𝐇. 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐒𝐖𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘."

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 :: how he'd react to having you as his first male crush.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — varka & arataki itto x male reader.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 !! reader is described as a relatively masculine man that happens to have a pretty face. inazumans gossip and are standoffish to reader for liking men.

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✧ 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀

varka never wrote off the idea of himself being attracted to men, but it wasn't something that had happened to him yet. every person he's been interested in during his entire life was a woman, and he has lived a very long and full life. usually, when people have been around the dating scene for as long as he had, the possibility of suddenly being attracted to an entirely different gender was off the table.

at least that's what he thought, until he came back from his expedition and saw you on an unassuming afternoon. varka always knew that mondstadt would change in the years he was away, but he never expected to find the prettiest man he's ever seen to suddenly move in. for a moment, a breath hitched in his throat as he watched how the sun hit your face as you bought some fruits at the market. he would have kept staring forever if klee didn't drag him to the gate so they could play in the forest.

as he tried his best to stop klee from terrorizing the local sealife, his mind kept wandering to you. he was very sure you were a man, given your stature, your fashion, and how you carried yourself. varka was very sure you were a guy. varka was also 100% sure you were the most gorgeous sight to have ever met his eyes. it was a very new situation that he had found himself in.

the second that albedo came by to finally pick klee back up, he practically ran to the knights' headquarters so he could gather information on you from every member he saw. it’s times like these where he appreciated the perks of being the grandmaster.

jean said you were someone that came to live in mondstadt some time after the traveller defeated dvalin, but she ran off to submit some papers to the library before varka could ask more. amber mentioned you were a friendly but distant guy that always volunteered to help the knights out when they needed extra hands. the rest of the knights didn't have much information on you as they were so busy with the workload after the expedition, but mika remarked that the knight you interacted with most was kaeya.

varka immediately tracked kaeya down in springvale, trying his best to disguise his heavy breathing as a consequence of him running all the way there. "hey, kaeya! how's the cavalry captain of the knight of favonious?"

"well, grand master, i'd be better if there was cavalry to lead." kaeya, seeming unfazed by the sudden appearance of the grand master in a small town outside of the city, simply smirked knowingly at varka. "are you here to ask about the new resident?"

varka sputtered for a second, trying his best to act dumb by smiling casually, like he hadn't been interrogating half the knights for information. "what? who? i didn't know we had a new resident!"

kaeya was amused at his poor attempt to lie. "you're really too honest for your own good, grand master. plus, rumors spread far faster in the knights than you'd think." he crossed his arms, a relaxed expression painted on his face. "he's a resident that moved in from one of the neighboring nations because of the job opportunities in the city. he currently works as a deliveryman for dawn winery, but he's had several jobs in the past before you returned."

varka's eyes widened in slight surprise at the information being given when he hasn't even asked yet, but still nodded along intently as kaeya kept talking. "he prefers to keep his distance from most people, as he's not a local to mondstadt. i only became close with him because i help him out with deliveries when i can. he's a very friendly and understanding man once you can break down his walls."

"and yes, he is single. he also prefers to be with men." kaeya gave varka a cheeky grin as he finished off his exposition with two jackpots. "lucky you, grand master."

a light blush made its way to the tip of varka's ears, a rare flustered expression on the face of the mighty knight of boreas. "...thank you, kaeya." he cleared his throat, trying to brush off the flush on his skin. "you think i'm the type of guy he'd go for, though?"

varka may have had previous dating experience, but this was new territory he was stepping on, he wasn't sure what men like you would find in future partners. his pondering was interrupted with a huff from kaeya.

"grand master, regardless of man or woman, anyone would be drawn to you." the tone kaeya took on as he spoke sounded like he was saying the most obvious thing in the world. "plus, i can put in a good word for you, if you'd like."

varka perked up at that offer. the man you're the closest with in the entire city would vouch for him, which would undoubtedly give him a foot in the door. it would make things a lot easier for him, but... " though that's very kind of you, i'll pass. i should manage to charm him with just myself, it wouldn't be very knightly of me to have to push my way into someone's heart and involve one of my subordinates."

"alright, suit yourself." as if kaeya expected that answer, he just shrugged. "though i will say, i never expected you to be interested in men. your history never suggested such."varka nodded at the assumption.

"yeah, i didn't too, honestly. i've lived so many years, and had the blessing to be in so many relationships with women." he thought of his past relationships with fondness for the intimacies and vulnerabilities they shared, but your beautiful, wistful face basked in the gentle sun came to mind, shadowing over his past affections. he smiled at the image of you. "but there's always new things to learn about yourself, aren't there? i'm not so old that i can't learn new tricks."

"ha, good point." kaeya gave him a nod, a pleased look on his face. "well, if you want to start your new journey now, he should be at angel's share right now, stocking the wine barrels."

"much appreciated, kaeya!" varka started getting ready to make his journey back, bracing himself for another run across the nation so he wouldn't miss his opportunity. "see you around, ill be sure to have you return to your cavalry duties soon." seeing kaeya smile and wave him goodbye as a response, he immediately started booking it back.

turns out, the possibility of him dating men was not off the table. he just has a very particular type of guy he likes: masculine pretty men. which, lucky for him, you perfectly fit the bill for.

⏤͟͟͞͞ ✧ 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

itto was always an open minded guy. he never judged others for things lesser men would start rumors over. he himself always struggled with being outcast by society for things he couldn't control, and he vowed to never become a man that ostracized others.

so, naturally, he approaches people who are treated like how he was in order to extend a helping hand. which is how he ends up in a small teahouse at the edge of town, trying to find a specific waiter who's been having rumors spread around about him.

people have been gossiping to each other about a male worker here who liked men — often remarking that they feel uncomfortable around him, or that they asked for a different waiter if he was assigned to their table initially. it all sounded so belittling and insulting that itto needed to reach out, just to let you know that despite the reputation he and his gang had, you were always welcome with them.

the service here was taking terribly long, though. he's been sitting around for a good few minutes, waiting for a random server that wasn't you to show up so that he could request to meet you. he huffed to himself as he stared out the windows, losing himself in thought to pass the time.

the thought of caring so much about someone elses' dating preferences was so strange to him. he was a person who has only ever been attracted to women, yet he doesn't think its weird at all if someone liked men instead. it really wasn't a big deal, and it puzzles him as to why random customers would be so bothered by it and feeling the need to tarnish your name. you were probably just a regular guy trying to make a living.

just as he was about to get himself worked up again with how inhumane some people could be about others who slightly deviated from the status quo, someone finally walked up to his table. he presumed it was a random waiter, turning away from the window in order to decline the service and ask for you instead.

instead, he was met with the most breathtaking man he's ever seen in his life. the words died on his tongue before he could ever get it out, with only a weak stutter being heard as his face turned a slight pink. "good afternoon, sir. are you ready to order?" you smiled politely at him, waiting for a typical response a customer would usually give.

all you heard from him was a bunch of weak sputtering that you couldn't quite make out. his face was quickly becoming the shade of a beetroot as he continued to stare at you. god, you hoped it wasn't one of those fuming customers again who cared so much about you liking guys. "...sir? are you alright?" hiding your dread at being targeted, you try to just check up on him.

"uh — uhhhh..." he mumbled under his breath while he continued to stare at you. you rubbed your arm anxiously, waiting for a snide remark. watching your movements, itto quickly coughed once he saw you were uncomfortable, trying to snap himself out of it. he probably looked like a creep right now.

"sorry, sorry. just, uh. got caught off guard!" he smiled widely at you, scratching the back of his head in a nervous habit. "no, im not here to order anything. just here to ask about a certain waiter, if he's around." itto explained as he still stole glances of you, trying to commit your image to memory.

the pretty scene of you was dampened as you sighed, frowning deeply. "if you're here to ask for the waiter that is "attracted to men", you're looking at him." pinching your nosebridge, it was clear the encounter you're envisioning has happened a few times already. "and if you're here to lecture me about my preferences, i'd really rather you not. it's unnecessary and rude."

itto, despite still being awestruck at your beauty, very quickly started waving his arms in protest. "what? no, no! im not here to lecture you!" he laughed to ease the tension. "im really sorry if i gave you that impression. thats the complete opposite of what im here for, i swear!" itto raised his hands emotively, as if surrendering to you.

"...oh." you sighed in relief, knowing you didn't have to bring in your boss to deal with another rude customer. "im so sorry about the assumption, sir. its just —" you sighed, a tired smile on your face. "been a rough few weeks. anyways, whats your order?"

he felt his heart break a little at your somber tone. no man deserved to be belittled publicly at his place of work, no less a man as ethereal as you. "man, sorry about that. people can be a real thorn when they don't like who you are." once again laughing to break the tension, he related all too well. "but no, i’m not here to order anything, i’m just here to check up on you."

you tilted your head in slight confusion, unknowingly making itto's heart skip a beat. "check up on me?" a small smile came across your lips at the thought of a stranger caring enough to stop by and ask how you were. "that’s sweet, sir. but i can assure you, i can handle myself. people will find new topics to talk about soon enough." you chuckled.

your laugh sounded like music to itto's ears, his face being in a permanent state of pink as he talked to you. "yes! of course, of course." he said in a volume a bit too loud for a casual interaction. "i just have a gang of people who haven't been treated to well by other people too! so, if you ever need support, we're always here for you." he pitched his gang, with a slight flustered hitch still to his voice.

"ah, yes. the arataki gang, am i right?" you gave him a warmer smile, relaxing now that you know a man much taller and stronger than you wasn't about to start nagging you about liking something he didn't. "i really appreciate the thought and the effort, but i promise i'm doing fine."

itto nodded along, half listening and half paying attention to the way your eyelashes bat as you blink. "for sure, definitely." he cleared his throat again, trying to bring himself back to earth while an angel was in front of him. "and i'm not necessarily asking you to join us! we're always available if you just need some company for a bit, you know?"

laughing softly at his eagerness, you tried to keep up your professionalism while this handsome man's kindness was actively tearing it down. "ill definitely keep it in mind if i need it, mr. arataki itto." you gave him a thumbs up with a smile. the sight made his cheeks warmer. "now, are you sure you wouldn't want to order anything? i’ll give you a secret discount if you do." whispering the last part to him, you wanted to return some generosity to the man who came all this way to make sure you were alright.

he hummed in thought, as if pondering on what to order, when he was actually just staring at you again. "well, i’m sure the boys would like something from here..." he trailed off, looking at the menu with one half of his focus and using the other half to keep an eye on you still.

by the time the sun was setting, itto was carrying five bags of takeout back to the gang, a silly smile on his face as he thought back to the sound of your laugh and the beauty of your face. itto couldn't care less that he spent a little too much money just to stay a bit longer and talk with you, he deems it completely worth it.

not once throughout the entire night does it even pop into his brain that you were a man, and for the first time ever, he was dreaming about being with a man. does he care that he's never liked a guy before you? no, because he's way too busy imagining how to "naturally" stumble into you in the future and "subtly" invite you to dinner. does he care if other people may judge him for staring at you? definitely not, because they already judge him for less, and he stopped caring a long time ago.

and surprisingly, itto also doesn't care for the gender of whoever he likes as much as he thought he did just a few hours ago. man or woman — as long as it was someone who was kind and understanding, with strong morals and a want to help others.

...though, your gorgeousness was a much appreciated bonus as well!