Warnings: sfw overall but some might be slightly suggestive. Ex Wriothesley
This is my interpretation but feel free to disagree. I like hearing other ideas
Love when you sit on their lap
Alhaitham loves when you sit in his lap while he reads a book. He likes this position because it keeps both of your hands free and he’s able to do his own thing while still holding you. He especially loves when you fall asleep with your head in his neck. He might land a small kiss on your temple before going back to reading
Childe/Ajax loves this position because he can see your face while he teases you. He might flirt, might kiss, might even feed you like this. He just adores how flustered you look when he does.
Loves to rest his head in your lap
Bennett he loves to rest in your lap after a long day. It’s not that he doesn’t like other positions it’s just that things always go wrong in other positions. This one though feels safe. When you guys are out adventuring you guys may stop and rest at a tree where he will regain his strength by resting his head on your thighs.
Kinich likes it because it’s peaceful. Usually it’s him being the more dominant one when it comes to touch. He might have his hand around your waist when he uses his grappling hook to get you places. His hands are bigger than yours so when you hold hands and he is guiding you around town you can’t help but feel protected. Most of the time when you guys sleep together you sleep with your head on his chest. This is one of the only ways he lets you baby him. He won’t ever admit it but even he likes to feel babied once in a while.
Razor isn’t too used to “cuddling”. Yes wolves like to cuddle each other but they do that by licking each other and rubbing shoulders. Obviously since he’s human he wasn’t able to do that much with his pack. Even when he did, it was a completely different feeling than cuddling with another human yet alone his lover. He liked this position because it is what feels the most natural to him. In other positions he feels a little stiff. When he lay his head on your lap he can feel you watching over him and making sure he’s safe. He doesn’t need to worry about an ambush or anything else that could be dangerous for you both. He knows you will wake him up if you need him.
Loves to see you rest your head in his lap
Kazuha thinks you are pretty so he likes how he can fully see your face from this angle. Even if you turn your head away because he upset you then he can easily brush your hair out of your face and whisper in your ear. He’ll always whisper whenever you guys are like this. Might even start playing on a leaf. He loves when you talk about everything and nothing when you’re laying your head on his lap. He even lets you vent when you’re upset. If you do he’ll twirl a strand of your hair around his finger and touch you in a way that makes you know that everything will be alright.
Xinqiu just likes the idea of being near you in general. He likes to annoy you in this position. He might pull on your cheeks or give you a backhanded compliment. Nothing to make you truly angry, he just likes to tease you a bit.
Durin is still trying to learn what humans do with their lovers. Dragons definitely cuddle each other but how is he supposed to do that if you don’t have a tail? Well he spoke to Lisa and she told him that this is one of the easiest way to express comfort between lovers. He likes how it makes him feel like he can protect you. You’re letting yourself be vulnerable near him and it fills him with joy.
Xiao feels that this is all very new to him. He finds it difficult to feel vulnerable with you. Yes you do have moments but it’s a lot easier when you’re already vulnerable and he lets himself be vulnerable to your vulnerability. Unlike with the others he will fall asleep while sitting up. He’ll keep his arms crossed and close his eyes. He won’t fall asleep until you fall asleep but if you pretend to sleep he will eventually relax enough to sleep as well.
Cyno loves to tell you jokes in this position. He can see your expression and feel you wiggle if you laugh. You can’t escape him if you’re like this since if you try to sit up he can just grab your arm to make you stay. If you have a positive reaction to his jokes he’ll adore the way your eyes twinkle when he looks at you. If you have a negative reaction to his jokes he’ll keep a hand in your hair as he will make you listen to him explaining the joke. He loves how much he can analyze your body movements when you’re like this. It helps him discover what jokes you do like and what jokes are not funny to you.
Loves when you rest your head on his chest
Itto loves this position because it makes him feel super strong. He’ll wrap an arm around you making sure to pull you as close to him as possible. He loves the size ratio between your head and his muscles. If you fall asleep it’ll so boost his ego. He’ll whine if you try to leave that position to use the bathroom. He’ll basically beg for you to come back.
Loves when his face is resting in your chest
Wriothesley is completely shameless. It isn’t even something you guys can do often since he prefers when the valley of your chest is completely bear. Oh you’re not wearing something revealing? That’s okay he’ll put his head under your shirt. Once in awhile he’ll call you into his office just so he can do that for 15 minutes before sending you away like it was nothing.
Thoma is less sexual with it. He likes cuddling in general and this just happens to be his favourite. If you’re flat chested he likes to lay his head there to hear your heartbeat. If you have a decent amount of chest to you then he’ll lay on top of you with your arms around him. He’d like it if you treated him a little like a baby when he does. (NOT AGE PLAY)
Loves to bury his face in your stomach
Gorou loves to bury his face into your belly and let you pet his ears. The first few times you did it he felt super embarrassed but now every once in a while he will gather enough confidence to ask you. This position gives you the easiest access to his ears. You’re free to interpret how he reacts to you doing this. Personally I like to think he’ll let out little non sexual whimpers when you do.
Freminet is very shy when it comes to cuddling. Whenever you spoon him he’ll get embarrassed by how warm your breathing feels on his neck. If he spoons you he will feel awkward. If you rest your head on his lap he will feel super uncomfortable because his leg would fall asleep and he wouldn’t know how to tell you to move. At least when he’s lying on your stomach you can’t fully see his face and he can’t see much of yours. You make him nervous so it gives him a little bit of peace of mind.
Loves to be big spoon
Diluc just finds it difficult to be little spoon. He has been to your request a few times but it feels most natural when he’s holding you in his arms. Most of the time you will wake up to him holding you from behind even if you guys had an argument the night before.
Heizou loves to be big spoon just so he can make you blush. He likes whispering in your ear. If you’re playing on your phone (modern au because I don’t know the genshin version of this) he will distract you by randomly complimenting you. Sometimes it’ll be suggestive other times it’ll be sickeningly sweet. All he knows is he loves to catch you off guard.
Sethos makes a habit out of touching and holding you. He wants you to be able to listen to his heartbeat. Sometimes he will put his head on top of your head or in your hair.
Loves to be little spoon
Scaramouche/wanderer acts like he hates cuddling but in truth he really likes it. He usually won’t initiate it unless he thinks you want to. Most of the the time he will be doing something and you’ll join him by hugging him from behind. He won’t push you off but he’ll tsk or make a comment about you being super clingy.
Tighnari finds it easiest to get comfortable when he feels your arms around him. He does like when you touch his ears but I think his favourite position would be a still one. If you’re spooning him he will wrap his tail around you keeping your side and back.
Neuvillette is a tall, big man. He might intimidate most but he doesn’t intimidate you. He loves when you are behind him and wrap all your limps around him as if you’re a backpack. I love the image of him holding a melusine and you holding him.
Loves when you guys hold each other
Venti loves when you guys are holding each other. If he’s drunk he’ll be a little handsy while talking about how hot you are. If he is sober he will talk in poetic riddles that you barely understand. You’re assuming they’re good things. Likes it more if you’re underneath him when you cuddle.
Lyney loves having someone to hold tight. He’s used to being forced to put on a show for everyone. Now that he has someone who he doesn’t need to put on a show for he knows he doesn’t want to lose you. He will hold tightly.
Kaveh finds that there is to nothing more relaxing than collapsing into your arms after a long day. He will even let out a long heavy sigh. When you hold him under the covers he will be out like a light. Usually he’s an over-thinker but there is something about the way you hold him that relaxes him.
Doesn’t have a favourite
Chongyun isn’t the biggest fan of cuddling. He likes physical affection yes but it’s very important that he’s able to stay calm at all times. He loves you he really does but he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to keep his ying energy at bay if you’re super close to him for long periods of time. Holding your hand is one thing but resting against you is another. He doesn’t want you to see the side of him that peaks out when his ying energy is out of control. If you have already seen that state of him he will still avoid it. When he gets out of control he might hug the love out of you for a few seconds. (It’s canon that he gets really energetic when he can’t control his energy) if you guys ever get married he won’t avoid sleeping in a different bed than you. He has been secretly training so that one day that will be an option for you two. He wants it to come true but right now you’ll have to deal with occasional hugs and kisses throughout the day.
Gaming just loves everything. He can’t choose one position since they all have benefits. It depends on the day you ask him but he loves all positions on this list.
Characters that aren’t on this list
Albedo, Ayato, Baizhu, Dahlia, Ifa, Kaeya, Ororon, and Zhongli. All characters that I fear mischaracterizing or am really unsure.
All other characters must have come after this post (unsure if I’ll add new characters)
You brought the Inazuma sweets and want to play with the guy a pocky game!
(Y/n): "Hey... would you like to play pocky game with me?" *you place one part of the sweet in your mouth waiting for him*
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Aether: "H-huh?! Ah! Of course I will play with you!" His cheeks are painted with red shade, he shyly bites the other end of the sweet, eats it slowly with eyes closed.
Albedo: "So this is type of game for the couples? I see… then…" He bites the other end of the sweet and was slowly eating it, watching you intensely for your reactions.
Alhaitham: "... if you wanted a kiss you should just say so." He took the pocky away from your mouth and kissed you. Then he came back to his book, eating whole pocky by himself.
Ayato: "Oho? How could I refuse my beloved?" This didn't end at one, you played till all the pocky run out... he may bring more for more sweet kisses.
Baizhu: "We can play but only one round… let's leave the rest after we come back to home, alright?" He didn't want Qiqi to see you both being affectionate with each other… or anyone else, so he agreed for one round when nobody else was present.
Bennett: "O-oh! Yeah! I want to play!" The blush adored his cheeks but still bravely bit the other end of sweet.... only for it to break immiedietly in middle "W-wait... does it mean I lost?"
Childe:"Hoho! Let's see who will win!" He ate it so fast that he caught you completely off guard when you suddenly just felt his lips on yours. You played more rounds but he still was faster than you.
Chongyun: "Pocky game? What are the rules?" After you explained he felt his heart beat faster. "Um… let me first prepare some popsicles… just in case…"
Cyno: "I tried to tell a Pocky joke, but it fell flat. Guess it wasn’t my best stick-" you showed the sweet in his mouth.
Dahlia: "Hum~ Sure! Let's play!" He was teasing you, always breaking apart when your lips are supposed to touch. After you started to pout he finally give you a deserved kiss.
Dainsleif: "If this is what you want then sure. What are the rules?" After you told him he smirked. "I see, but next time if you want some… affection, just say it." he played as you wanted him to.
Diluc : "…" He didn't say anything, just bit the other end and slowly ate it till your lips meet, the kiss was especially passionate, he let go when you were out of your breath. "If you want to play more, just say so." He said it with smile.
Durin: "So the winner is the person who eats the most of it? Sure! I want to play it!" When you both reached the middle he wasn't sure if he can proceed more. After your lips brushed his, you moved away from him saying you won. "Huh?! Um.. can we play one more round?"
Flins: "Another interesting human custom. So shall we start?" He holds onto your cheeks, making you look up at him, the way he was looking at you made you shy. He was eating slowly on purpose because he wanted you to eat most of it and be the one to kiss him.
Freminet: "I… I … Please give me a moment." After he calmed down, he bit the other end of the pocky, but before your lips could reach his, he jumped away. "Ah! S-sorry! It's not like I don't want to… do this, it's just a bit embarrassing… Can we try one more time?"
Gaming:"Oo I heard about it before! I always wanted to do it with someone special one day! Haha!" He bites the other end with a big smile. You played many rounds and shared sweet kisses.
Gorou: "Wait, you know about this game?! I.. I do want to play it." He bites the other end, but the closer your lips were, the more shy he became. After the kiss he was trying to show that this didn't affect him, but you can tell he really liked it by his wagging tail.
Heizou: "Ah it seems we think alike! I just wanted to propose this game to you too!" There was some teasing and with every round, his kisses become more and more passionate.
Ifa: "What is this game?" After you explained, he smiled "Haha I see. I would love to try it with you." It started slow but the closer you two were to each other, the faster he ate, not wanting to wait any longer to feel your lips on his. "Bro are you for real?!" Cacucu came and surprised you two.
Itto: "Bring it on!" He bites the end but when you started to eat, he took a big chump of it and moved away "I won!!" He exclaimed and let out a laugh. He thought you look disappointed because you lost "Don't be sad! We can play again!" You have to eat fast if you want to kiss him.
Kaeya: "Oh my, how could I refuse when you ask me so nicely?" When you two reach the middle and your lips are almost touching he will move away. "Sorry, it seems I won! If you want we can go for another round~" in next round he will finally let you kiss him.
Kaveh: "A- Y-yeah! we can play!" He was caught off guard with your proposal but still wanted to enjoy this little game with you. He eats slowly and then kisses you softly.
Kazuha: "Ah, I forgot this game exists. I would love to play it with you." You two were smiling to each other while eating the sweet. When your lips met, he didn't let go of you. Then he started to leave kisses all over your face.
Kinich: "You're full of supraises today." It is his birthday, but you want to play the game with him today as well. He of course agrees, sharing kisses with you is always great... till Ajaw came back and ruined the moment.
Lyney: "How could I refuse!" he grabs your waist, bringing you closer to him. He was a fast eater, not being able to hold himself any longer from kissing you. You won't be let go too soon.
Mika: "H-huh?! Isn't this a game where two people…!!" His face gets red, but he still bites the other end. You have to eat it and be the one to kiss him because he froze.
Neuvillette: "Humans really have interesting ways to spend time with another." He agrees to play, but he prefers kisses with you without any sweets involved.
Ororon: "Hm? What are the rules of this game?" After you told him he, immediately bites the other end of pocky. The kiss was short and he went deep in thought. When you asked what he is thinking about, he replied "I was wondering… can we use a carrot for this game as well? It will be more healthy."
Razor: "Okay." he didn't even ask how you play it, he just followed your lead. After your lips met he, shyly moved away. "I really like this game... can we play more?"
Sethos: "Hmm? I see, I see!" He will indulge you, after all any reason to be able kiss you is good for him. You guys are going to play many rounds.
Thoma: "Oh! I wanted to play it with you for awhile!" Very excited. Before you two become lovers he always wondered how it feels to play this game with a special someone. Expect many sweet kisses with him.
Tighnari: "Hm? Pocky game? Sure, we can play." He heard of it and wasn't sure how to play, but quickly realized the purpose of the game. "How about we continue it but without the pocky?" Many kisses were shared.
Venti: "Okay~!" He bites immediately and started munching on the sweet. After you two shared a kiss, he moved away from you and licked his lips. "Mmm! So tasty! Your lips are the sweetest thing in the world so… how about doing it again? Without the pocky of course~"
Wanderer: "Huh? Didn"t I tell you I dislike sweets? … Fine, I will indulge you, but only this time" He ate it fast and kissed you quickly. "Hmph, next time if you are that desperate for my affection, just come without those sticks…"
Wriothesley: "Oh, the snack will be good for tea." For a moment you got worried he won't play it normally, thankfully that wasn't the case. He will eat most of it then, passionately kiss you. "If you want we can play more~" He will invite you for more rounds.
Varka: "Haha! If you want kisses you could just ask!" He still plays with you, but lets you eat most of the pocky.
Xiao: "Another pointless human custom…" He seems like he doesn't want to do it, but after seeing your sad face he immediately bites the other end. He lets you eat most of it, but when you two are close, he is the one to kiss you first.
Xingqiu: "I see, well how can I refuse?" He didn't want to show it but he was excited you wanted to play with him. It didn't end on one round.
Zhongli: "Interesting." he said with smile and bit the other end. He ate till the middle of pocky and waited for your lips to meet his.
T-too many guys Σ(゜ロ゜;) But I didn't want to leave anyone for something like this 👉👈
Albedo approached your pregnancy almost like a sacred mystery. Not in a cold or detached way, in an awestruck way. He’d rest his hand against your stomach with complete fascination, quietly wondering how something so small could already change his entire world.
He kept sketchbooks filled with drawings of you throughout every stage of your pregnancy. Little notes crowded the page margins.
“The glow in her expression becomes more noticeable when speaking about the child.”
He talked to the baby scientifically at first. That lasted maybe two weeks. Then you caught him softly reading stories aloud to your stomach while thinking nobody was around. He got embarrassed immediately.
Diluc Ragnvindr
Diluc became fiercely gentle. The kind of gentle that made your chest ache. He’d wake up before you just to make sure your mornings were easier. If you craved something at midnight, he was already halfway out the door before you could say never mind.
Diluc also had a habit of resting his forehead against your stomach when the stress of Mondstadt became overwhelming. You quickly realized why. The baby always kicked when hearing his voice. And every single time, Diluc smiled like the world had stopped spinning.
Kaeya Alberich
Kaeya acted teasing the entire pregnancy. But he worried constantly. You’d catch him watching you carefully whenever you looked too tired or uncomfortable.
“Careful,” he’d hum dramatically while helping you sit down. “If anything happens to you, Diluc may finally kill me from stress.”
But behind the jokes, Kaeya adored seeing you carry his child. Especially because he never truly believed he’d get a future this soft. There were nights where he’d hold you quietly in bed, hand over your stomach, looking strangely emotional while thinking you were asleep.
Mika
Mika was PANICKING. Respectfully. This poor man treated your pregnancy like the world’s most important mission. You sneezed once and he nearly called Barbara.
Mika constantly carried emergency supplies “just in case,” even though nobody knew what the supplies were actually for.
But despite how nervous he was, he loved you endlessly. The first time he felt the baby move, he nearly started crying.
“S-Sorry,” he stammered while wiping his eyes quickly. “I just… I didn’t think I could ever have this…”
You definitely cried too.
Durin
Durin loved your child before they were even born. Absolutely adored them. He’d press his ear against your stomach constantly, fascinated by every tiny movement. Your pregnancy also made him unbelievably clingy.
“You should rest.”
“Durin, I just stood up.”
“That sounds exhausting.”
He said it with complete sincerity too. Durin talked about the future endlessly, flying with your child, showing them the stars, protecting both of you forever. Because after living such a lonely existence. Having a family felt like a miracle.
Varka
Varka was overjoyed. LOUDLY overjoyed. The Knights heard about your pregnancy within maybe ten minutes because this man could not stop talking about it.
“That’s MY child!” he proudly announced every chance he got.
Jean eventually banned him from interrupting meetings just to mention baby names. But in private? Varka became surprisingly tender. He’d rub your back after long days, kiss your forehead constantly, and speak to your stomach like the baby could already understand him. Which honestly, They probably could.
Venti
Venti cried immediately. Then denied it. Then cried harder when the baby kicked for the first time. Your pregnancy made him softer than usual, quieter during intimate moments, almost reverent whenever he touched your stomach.
Sometimes late at night, he’d play gentle songs for the baby on his lyre. And every single time? The baby calmed down instantly. Venti would smile so softly afterward that it almost hurt to look at him. Like he couldn’t believe something this beautiful was real.
Bennett
Bennett was terrified his bad luck would somehow affect you or the baby. He worried constantly. Too constantly. But you quickly realized something sweet. He was trying so hard to become someone dependable for both of you.
Bennett learned how to cook safer meals. He carried extra blankets. He triple-checked everything around the house. And whenever he rested beside you, hand carefully over your stomach, his whole expression softened into complete wonder.
“I’m gonna protect you both,” he whispered once.
Like a promise to himself.
Dahlia
Dahlia handled your pregnancy with endless warmth and teasing affection. He loved kissing your stomach randomly just to make you laugh. And the SECOND you started craving anything? He remembered. Forever. No matter how weird it was.
Dahlia also absolutely spoiled you. Blankets, snacks, flowers, naps, you wanted it, you got it. But the most emotional moment was when he first heard the baby’s heartbeat. He completely froze. Then smiled so brightly it made your chest ache.
“That’s our little one,” he whispered.
Like he still couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to have you.
Razor
Razor was confused at first. Very confused. Not about loving you. About pregnancy itself. You had to explain multiple things very slowly while he listened with intense concentration.
But once he understood? Razor became unbelievably protective. He stayed close to you constantly, especially outdoors, always alert for danger. He’d gently touch your stomach with cautious wonder, eyes wide whenever the baby moved.
“Small wolf…” he murmured softly one day.
Then immediately corrected himself.
“No. Small pup.”
You laughed so hard you cried. Razor looked very proud of himself afterward.
warnings: NSFW - MDNI, Ging Freecs, this man needs his own tw, kissing, making out, pet names, teasing, yeah i think thats it?
summary: Making out with hxh guys
characters: HxH guys x F!Reader + Neferpitou (they/them) dunno where to put that creature
word count: 5.940
a/n: any character you want added? Tell me lol
Chrollo
Chrollo is kissing you with a passion that borders on fervent. His hands touch the curves of your face— as if trying to memorize how you feel under his skin. He wants to memorize your smell, how each of your curves and dip fits against him.
His tongue sweeps along your lips, desperate for more. Chrollo is craving you; craving the sensation of your skin against his. Chrollo's hands slide down your chest and to your thighs, pulling you even closer against him, his touch insistent and demanding. He pulls back and gazes at you, his hand tilting your chin so that you're looking up at him. His eyes are dilated, almost completely black, and his voice is ragged as he speaks.
"Don't look away from me," he murmurs. "Your eyes. Let me see them. I need to see you." His mouth is on your neck, his hands roaming over your skin. He's desperate. His tongue follows the path of his lips, tasting the air with a fervour that borders on the needy. He lets out a ragged exhale that turns into a moan against your flesh.
"You're mine," he groans. "You're perfect. You're mine."
Dalzollene
Dalzollene is pressed against your body, hands at your hips. His head dips to kiss you, lips trailing across your jaw and down the column of your throat. "You're so good to me," he murmurs between pecks and kisses. "Good," he repeats. He presses closer against you, hands slipping under the hem of your shirt. Dalzollene's body presses hard against yours, pushing you back against the wall. One of his hands leaves your hips to come up under your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your stomach.
His other hand grips your hip, holding you in place. His lips find your sensitive point just under your jaw, and he nips you there. "My good girl." He says, as though he means it. "Gods, you're good to me." His kisses are hot, almost feverish, against your skin as his lips dance and suck to a new spot after just leaving the last. One hand grabs your hip tighter, pinning you to the wall behind you. The other slides down your chest and stomach, leaving fire in every place his fingertips graze you. "You're gonna make me weak if you keep being so good to me," he rasped against your neck. "Oh, you're so goddamn good to me." Dalzollene nips the soft flesh of your collarbone.
Feitan
"Ouch-!" Feitan lets out a soft laugh against your lips. His teeth nip at your skin, taking the tiniest tastes of you, relishing in the sweet moan that escapes your throat as he does so. His hand curls around your cheek, fingers tracing the line of your jaw.
"You are delicious," he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. "I could feast on you for eternity." Feitan's hand slides back to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair. He tugs, pulling your head back and baring your neck for him. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Who do you belong to?" He whispers, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. "Say it. Let me hear those sweet little words." His hand continues to grasp at you, as if he cannot get enough of your touch. His teeth graze against the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the line of your pulse. "Whose are you?" He breathes, his voice as soft and sweet as honey. "Tell me. Who do you belong to? Answer me. I will have my name on your hips, your back, everywhere. I'll carve it into you."
Ging
"Watch my-?" Ging stutters before cutting himself off, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He blinks once, twice, before letting out a soft, almost inaudible exhale of breath. "My tongue?" Ging pulls you against him. One of his arms wraps around your waist, bringing you right flush against him. Gings other hand slides lower, slipping down to your hip.
"You're a brat, aren't you? No one ever complained about my kisses, ever." He murmurs, smirking. "Probably cause you never ever kissed someone, ever." You mock him. "You've always been a brat." Ging lets out a quiet laugh.
He tugs his hand from your hair, coming to rest it on your hip instead; his grip tightens ever-so-slightly. The hand at your stomach begins to rise, creeping just beneath the edge of your shirt. His hand slides higher, fingertips brushing against your skin, just shy of the waistband of your pants. Ging lets your ear fall against the crook of his neck, the action bringing you even more closely against him than you were a moment ago— it's as though he's attempting to meld the two of you together like an experiment.
He grins. "How long has it been since you've been on your best behaviour?"
Hanzo
Hanzo is a mess of kisses. He worships your lips like a shrine, he worships the curve of your neck, he worships the slope of your shoulders, the dip of your waist, everything. In a moment, he is a man drowning in an ocean of bliss— his body pressed against yours, his hands gripping you tight, holding you close to him.
The man is a kiss-soaked mess— his body a trembling mess, every kiss turning him to jelly. He holds onto you like he never wants to let go. "Did you ever-" but you were quickly shut down, "Never before." The answer comes in hushed, urgent tones. His hands trail over you like fire, tracing the curves and lines of your body like your skin is a map he wants to re-draw a thousand times.
"Never like this." His hands roam down your back. "Not with anyone like this." His words end on a gasp as his hand comes down to cup you, his touch possessive and almost reverent. It is a caress, but at the same time, it's claiming you.
"I have longed to touch you," he whispers, his words like a prayer. "To caress you… to hold you…" His words are like nothing he'd ever thought of before, but he seems to be spilling them without a care. It's as if he has been holding them back for years, and your touch has forced them out. For the first time, Hanzo is a man without a filter, no hesitation, no hesitance. "To touch you..." he murmurs, as he leans forward, pressing soft kisses to the side of your neck. "So desperately."
Hisoka
"Yes." He moans between kisses, arching up into you. He presses his body against yours, as close as two souls can be. Every kiss, every touch, only makes the fire inside him grow. His fingers, cold as moonlight, dance over your skin. His lips are soft, but his touch is hungry— he wants you, needs you, like a starving puppy that only a single meal will suffice. "Oh," he whispers against your lips, "OH~" he moans, "Mmm, yes, keep it coming." He lets out a shuddering breath. Hisoka's fingers dip into your hair and thread through the soft strands, grabbing the locks in a way that makes it hard for you escape from his hold.
"So good. You're so good, so—" He cuts off a moan, his breath hitching in anticipation of something. "Can you shut the fuck up, clown ass-" you blurt out.
Hisokas eyes gleam, sparkling like jewels as he looks up at you. He loves it when you take control like this. All those sounds he made before are nothing compared to his cocky grin now. "Mmm, make me," he responds, teasingly.
Hisoka's hand slides up your arm, all the way up and his fingers dig into your shoulder hard. His smirk is playful, but that look in his eyes… that's no joke. A low growl rolls past his lips.
"I dare you," he teases. "Make me shut up."
Illumi
Kissing Illumis lips feels like kissing a statue. His body is rigid, like the very air around him has frozen. The only response you get from him is from the way he shudders against you, or from the soft sound that slips from his lips when your tongue touches against his.
The kiss feels as if it were frozen in time. Illumi is completely and utterly frozen. The only sign he makes of life in his body is his hands— they're resting on your shoulders, fingers curling and releasing.
Your lips part from his, it's pointless and in a way embarrassing for you to keep going. "Did you...ever made out before?" "No." His answer is simple. His fingers grip tighter against your shoulders, pulling you a little closer to him. The stiffness in his body grows to the point that you might believe he stopped breathing entirely.
"Mother has taught me." "WHAT?!" "She said that making out, or kissing is a waste of time and should not be part of the relationship process. It takes away too much time." "Ah-"
The little sound you make makes Illumi pause.
His fingers flex and loosen against your shoulders. He's tense, body frozen in place, when suddenly he pulls you a little tighter. "Ah," he repeats, your single little sound is so perfect to his ears. Soft and breathy.
"Well, seems like you have to...teach me then."
Kite
"My everything." Kite's fingers trail along your jaw, over your lips, tracing the lines of your face. "My only love." He buries his nose into your neck, breathes you in. "Please." He says, the word almost a whimper of desire.
"Please, don't ever jump so reckless into danger again." "...Promise." "I hope so." The corners of Kite's lips curl up into a slight, affectionate smile, but it's a shaky smile. He buries a hand into your silken hair and breathes against your throat.
"Promise me you'll run when i tell you to. You stay where you are when i tell you to. You do as i tell you to. We don't know what we might encounter in NGL."
"Good." Kite's entire body relaxed, a shudder coming over him as your word echoed through his mind. He breathed out against your skin, nuzzling into that sweet spot beneath your jaw. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips against you in a kiss, and again, and again. He wants to lose himself in you.
"Please, do as told and leave me behind if you must."
Knov
Knov's lips are as cold as his skin is warm. It's a strange sensation, one that seems both heavenly and sinful at once. His arms are wrapped around you as though he would never let go. There's an almost reverent expression on his face as his lips connect with yours, and his hands roam your body as if he is trying to prove to himself you're really there.
He kisses you. Deeply and passionately, as if he were starving and you were the first thing that wasn't ice in his mouth. Knov's lips are cold, his hands hot against your skin. He guides you closer to him, one arm curled around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You can feel the heat of his body pressed against yours, a stark contrast to the cold of his lips.
His other hand is buried in your hair, fingers tangled in your locks like a man who was desperate to touch you. "Gods, you're beautiful," he murmurs. Knov's eyes roam over you almost possessively, as though he wants to look at every inch of you. He's silent like this, for the first time in as long as you can remember. He's so focused, so intent on you, that he has forgotten how to hold a conversation. All of his attention is on you— your form, the way your hair bounces as you move, the way your clothes mould themselves against you— he's completely captivated.
When he finally does speak again, his voice is rough. Deep and husky.
"I've missed you."
Knuckle
"C-Chill out-!" Knuckle's reaction to that is quite a lot of things, most of them sinful, and you can't tell when he stops kissing you or when he pulls back. For a moment he just stares at you, eyes wide. "You-" he breaths. The words fail him, replaced by a soft, shaky exhale. For a moment he's too stunned to move, staring.
But then, you're pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to his body as humanly possible. He buries his face into your neck, pressing kisses to the skin. The way he kisses is desperate, desperate like a man starving in the desert. His breaths are hot against your skin, and his hands are gripping your waist, holding onto you so tightly he fears you might disappear.
"What as gotten into you." you chuckle lightly as his lips and hair tickle your skin. "You," he chokes out, his voice coming as a sharp gasp against your neck. His head lifts, and he kisses down the column of your neck, and you can hear the way he says "you" between kisses, and it sounds like a prayer, like a plea, like a vow. "You've gotten into me—"
Kurapika
"Feeling better?" You ask him, holding his face gently in your hands. "The world feels less cold," he admits. His hands come up to hold your face. He's never seen anything as precious as you before, and there is a sense of reverence in the way that he looks at you.
"I've never felt... whole." His fingertips trace the lines of your jaw. "I'm better now," he says, voice barely above a whisper. As he speaks, Kurapika's hands are still tracing the expanse of your cheek, the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheeks— as if he's memorising how it feels to finally touch you.
His eyes have softened when they look at you. The tension in his body seems to have left at last. "I'm better when I'm with you," he says. He kisses you. His lips are soft and warm against yours, the taste like sweet wine against your tongue, a heady mix of sweetness and intoxicating desire.
His arms are gentle as they wrap around your waist, drawing you closer still. As if your proximity isn't enough, he pulls you over so that you're sat atop of him on his lap. His lips are hungry— a desperate need against your mouth as he kisses you over and over again.
Leorio
Leorio kisses back fiercely, lips pressing against yours fervently, tongue slipping past your lips. His hands slide up to cup your face, fingers tangling gently in your hair, cradling you against him as if he cannot get enough of you. He melts at your touch, breath leaving him in soft, shuddering gasps. He pulls back just slightly, only by millimeters— his lips just barely ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and needy and soft against your neck. Leorio swallows, lips parting slightly. The sound of his breath against your skin has an unmistakable undertone of need. He presses closer, pressing his body against yours, body shaking against you. Every breath he takes has his name falling from his lips.
"Gods," he gasps, voice a desperate whisper. "Bab…I don't know how much patience I have left."
He presses his lips between your collarbones, leaving soft, reverent kisses against smooth flesh. "I'm going crazy." You are making him absolutely unravel.
He murmurs your name as he presses kisses against your neck. He's whimpering now, a litany of praise against your skin like a desperate prayer. "Your- Gods, I need you-" His fingers clutch at your shirt, body trembling. "-I need to be closer to you."
The way he's shuddering against you is like a leaf in the wind. A shudder, a press, another kiss to your skin. "I'm going to break if I don't have you now."-
Menthuthuyoupi
"Wait-! Not so r-!" Menthuthuyoupi gasps, a low, startled sound that catches in his throat. He blinks down at you. "Not so rough?" His words are muffled against the soft plush of your lips, but the sound is clear. He pauses, lifting his head slightly— his lips barely leave yours, and he's still close enough that his body is flush against yours. His mouth brushes against your lips, the sound of his deep and gravelly voice rumbling from his chest.
He leans closer, his eyes still fixed on yours, and he murmurs. "Or not so loud?"
"Rough-!" "Yes." His breath is hot on your face, his tongue flicking out to trace your bottom lip, a slow, deliberate stroke of heat. A shudder runs through him as he pulls back just enough to speak. He tilts his head, and he looks up you. "You like that?" He tilts his head, his mouth only inches away from yours. A smirk pulls at his mouth, and he teases you in kind. "Rough." Menthuthuyoupis breath hitches against your ear. He shivers, his body taut with tension as his hand moves to the nape of your neck, fingers tightening against the soft skin.
"Rough." He murmurs once more, his voice barely a touch above a whisper. He pulls back slightly, and the look in his eyes is like a wildcat stalking its prey.
"You want rough." He repeats, as though it is the most obvious thing in the universe.
Meruem
His lips move against yours automatically. He kisses you with a sense of reverence so intense, you'd think you were worshipping a god in the shape of a man. Meruem's heart is in his throat. This is all he's ever dreamed of, all he's dreamed of since the day you first turned your eyes onto him. He kisses you like a dying man who is being reborn (literally). A man starving who cannot fathom having food, but here it is, right in front of him.
Just before you pull away, Meruem murmurs.
"Mine." His mouth curls up at that. He grins, but there's hunger behind his eyes, and something else too. A sense of possession. A deep, feral need to keep what is his and his alone. "Mine to devour," he agrees. "Mine to love. Mine to hold. Mine to eat if i so desire." Meruem kisses you again, this time more aggressively, as if he's trying to memorize every detail of your lips so that he will never forget the taste again. His hands, large and strong, come up to rest on your waist; his fingers dig into your body, claiming you as his with a possessive force that takes your breath.
He breaks the kiss, only to move back in, kissing you again and again. Each time, his embrace around you deepens, becomes harder. His breaths are becoming heavier.
"My Human tastes so good."
Morel
Morel is a man who is all restraint. He is meticulous, precise, and disciplined. He has a reputation as a hunter for his precise, deadly combat, but he has also been known to be a slow, almost deliberate lover.
His kiss against your mouth is slow and unhurried. When his lips part from yours, he pauses to gaze at you, as if you are a precious gemstone. Morel will look at you as if for the first time, even after months of seeing you. No matter how many times he's been in your presence, every look is like the first. His expression is always one of reverent awe. His hands are cool, soft, and steady. They rest against your face when he kisses you. He holds you close, like a flower held in a gentle breeze that will protect you from all the storms of the world. His movements are deliberately slow, as if he is savouring every inch of you.
"Morel..." His name on your lips makes his body shiver with something he couldn't have prepared for in a million deaths. He is as if carved from stone. The word that slips from your mouth as if falling from the gods themselves makes him feel like he's been touched by lightning.
"Say it again…?" he whispers.
"Morel." "You'll remember to scream that later." "Wait what?"
Neferpitou
Neferpitou shivers at the sensation of your lips. Soft. Plump. Just the right amount of firmness. When your hand cups the side of their face, they tilt their head into your hand — as though they couldn't be more content to be in your grasp.
"Was...was that a kiss…?" They ask breathlessly. Neferpitou has always been quiet, but they are so very desperate for you. Neferpitou kisses you like a drowning man, with a desperation that almost seems to consume the room. There are no words that need be said to describe this, only actions.
When your back hits the wall, Neferpitou is flush against you, their lips still on yours, tongue tracing over your teeth. Their hand reaches up to grasp you by the neck, pressing against your jaw with the same sort of urgency.
Their breaths get deeper, more ragged with want. "You're mine…" Neferpitou breathes when they finally pull back from your kiss, leaving only a few inches of space between your lips. Their thumb brushes over your lip, lingering as if they couldn't bear the thought of letting it go.
"Say you're mine, human!"
Netero
His lips are warm, softer than they have any right to be. His arms are around you, firm as a mountain, but gentle in a way that says he's being careful. He tastes of the rain, like the afterglow of a storm. His arms tighten against your back in a way that makes it perfectly clear: he intends on holding onto you for all eternity. He is centuries old— but he feels young with you. He holds you against him like a relic, a treasure from the very first second that he's made you his.
Your body fits against his, the two of you slotting together like the final bit of a puzzle. He is warm against you, his head buried against the crook of your neck, as if you are a pillow, and all his thoughts are on you. His face is pressed into your hair, and he inhales slowly, your scent filling his senses and his eyes flutter shut. It feels as if a part of him has been missing all his life, and then you came along and you fit so perfectly into his arms that all at once he realises: you were always that missing piece.
"I've been waiting for so long," he mumbles. "I'm not going to let go of you now."
Nobunaga
Nobunagas head is in the crook of your neck. He is breathing deeply, as if you could drown out the whole world with the scent of you alone. "I love you," he breathes again, against your skin. "You're it… you're all I need…"
His hand gently runs up your arm, holding you against him. He's clinging to you like a barnacle. Nobunaga's breath hitches as your touch moves against his jawline. "You're too good for me." His words are barely a whisper. His eyes close as soon as your hand touches his face, and he's completely quiet now, save for the sound of his breath.
If it weren't for his heart beating, one would almost assume that he's dead. He's as still as a statue, as if the mere whisper of your touch could bring him shattering to his knees. "You," he murmurs again, his voice low, "you're everything. More. So many good things I'm not. You're— I would die for you. I would."
His grip on your arm tightens. "I'm lost in you… I'm—" he trails off, swallowing thickly.
Pariston
"Somebody might-" "Let them," Pariston murmurs against your mouth. He's breathless, his face a few inches from yours, eyes wide and fixed in a mixture of reverence and adoration. "Let them look. Let them see your good man; your beautiful lover." He pulls you closer, bringing you flush against him. There's something almost feverish in the way he looks at you. "Let them see that you're mine. Let them know you're the only one that matters." "But-" "But?" His tone matches yours; gentle, questioning. "But what?"
His eyes search yours, as if he's almost afraid that you'll tell him to stop— that he'll be forced to part from you, even for a second. He holds his ground, unmoving, his body pressed close to yours. Pariston smiles at you, a tender curve of the lips. It's a smile full of warmth and adoration.
It's the kind of smile that is utterly unguarded, a simple, unburdened smile that comes from nothing but love and affection. Pariston's tongue peeks out from behind his lips to moisten them. He brings a hand up to hold your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.
"You look pretty when you're flustered," he comments. "And so flustered," he teases, his finger trailing lower down your face to brush against your neck playfully. "Are you scared that they'll think I'm taking advantage of you, my love?"
His hand slides down your arm; a shiver goes through you as his fingertips linger over your forearm. "Scared that they'll think that I'm making you mine?"
A pause, before he adds in a husky drawl that sounds more like a growl, "Scared that you'll like it?"
Phinks
"Only strong for you," Phinks murmurs with a soft gasp, breathless and trembling.
His arms tighten around you, fingers gripping your shoulders as he pulls you closer, needing to have you in his embrace. The only thought his mind is able to form is of you, of you, of you. Phinks breath hitches.
His fingers tighten around your waist. His lips part easily as his head cocks back and his breaths grow more urgent. He makes a low, soft sound as his fingers clutch tighter to your body, and he presses himself closer to you. Phinks can't get enough of this. He can't get enough of having you close, of having you so close to him. Of hearing you breathe, of feeling the weight of you on top of him.
He kisses you more roughly this time, tongue pressing against yours. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you closer, and his fingers dig into your skin.
He pulls away and presses his lips to your neck, lips whispering against the skin.
"You drive me insane." One of his legs hooks around yours and he rolls, reversing the positions so that he is on top of you, staring down at you from above. He presses against you, fingers gripping your hips tightly.
Pokkle
"Me, shy?" Pokkle almost laughs, only holding in the sound with a stifled huff. He raises his face slowly to look at you, his eyes glistening just like they almost always do when he looks towards you. "I am not shy," he says. "I simply—"
His voice trails off once again and he looks down at his feet. He lets out a low, shuddering breath— he's never been a good liar. He lets out a quiet, breathless laugh.
"I'm not getting shy at all. I'm not. I just…" He looks up, eyes meeting yours almost immediately, like a flower seeking sun. "A moment of weakness. A brief vulnerability— I-"
He sighs. God, he is a bad liar.
"Shut up and keep kissing me." You whisper, leaning closer to him. Pokkle freezes at that order. His breath stops in his chest. For a moment, it seems he's stunned speechless by the statement.
And then, he reacts. All he does is stare for a second, and you catch a spark of something new in Pokkles eyes. "Okay," he says; his voice is barely a whisper as he responds to you, soft and just a little bit breathy. He pulls you close.
Razor
His hands are gentle as he touches you, as he runs his fingers over you like you are pure light. Razor loves to tease you, loves to hear your little whimpers and gasps as his touch slides over you. "Did you do that on purpose?" Razor asks, voice slightly breathless as he presses his thumb over the spot were he just left his mark. "I don't believe you're this bad at practicing nen." there's a slight edge to his voice, "and I know you aren't that bad."
"Or— maybe," he murmurs— "I'm just that skilled at making you lose your focus." Razor lets his fingers dance over your skin while your heart beats faster under his touch. "You're so easy," he muses. His tongue slips out, running the tip along the seam of your lips. When he speaks again, his voice is a husky whisper:
"You're so desperate just for me to touch you."
His fingers dance along the inside of your shirt as they slip under the fabric, caressing the warm, supple skin beneath his fingertips. He kisses you again. His teeth close around your bottom lip. He nips at your mouth with more force. He gently bites and sucks and pulls until you're letting out the pretty noises that drive him crazy. When he releases your lip, a thread of saliva still connected to his mouth, he grins against it.
"You're not very quiet at all."
Shaiapouf
His kisses are soft, as if he is touching a piece of art that could crumble under the pressure of his own touch. He holds your gaze as he does, eyes wide and open, like a child that has seen something that has rocked his very world. His tongue is soft and slow against your mouth, warm and gentle like the summer sun. His body is warm as well, every muscle under his clothes as taut as tautrope. He moves slowly, languid, languid. He would not speed the pace on his own accord. He's content to worship you with his lips. His mouth moves to your neck, his lips brushing against the bare skin, soft as satin.
He's silent as he presses kisses against your throat, his nose brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. He inhales your scent, as if it alone was a sacrament he was consuming.
He moves lower, his mouth moving to the hollow of your throat. He pauses there, then moves down to the collarbone, his hair splaying across your skin. Shaiapoufs tongue runs along the contour of your collarbone. He lets it dance across the skin of your collarbone, as it would a melody on the strings. He presses gentle kisses there, moving his way back up along your throat to your jaw.
His hands are at your face, stroking softly across your cheek, your chin, your jaw. His touch is like a caress. He strokes over your lips.
Shalnark
A small whimper sounds in the back of Shalnarks throat as your lips meet. He is quick to return the kiss, as if every fiber of his being is focused on that one singular contact. He reaches up, resting his palm against the curve of your jaw, turning your head so that he can deepen the kiss.
His breath is hot against your skin, his other hand gripping your waist, fingers digging hard into the fabric of your clothes. "You're mine," he murmurs against your lips, almost desperately. His fingers tug at your clothes, trying to pull you closer. If he could have, he would have torn them from you, and then your body, so that he could have you even closer.
Shalnark tongue brushes over your lower lip, and he makes a soft sound—a small whimper—as he does so. He is desperate, and his touch is rough. In that moment, he simply wants to be close to you. Nothing more. Nothing less.
"Mine," he mumbles, again.
Shoot
Shoot melts into your kiss, a soft gasp of surprise escaping him as you kiss him, and he responds quietly, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch you. He's timid, but also hungry, desperate to feel your lips upon his.
His body presses against yours as your lips touch, and he makes another soft gasp as his hands finally touch your skin. You take his hands in mine and place them on your waist. Shoot hands freeze as they slide against your waist. His fingertips touch your hip, gently wrapping around you. He swallows hard, the sound loud in the quiet, as he pulls you closer. He lets his fingers explore your back, sliding up to your shoulders. His hands are cold, but not unwelcome. He keeps going, as if he's lost himself in the simple pleasure of touching you. "Your skin…it's so warm," he murmurs, voice a little breathless. The words are like smoke from his lips, his body shivering against yours. "I didn't expect—"
A soft noise sounds from his throat, and Shoot tugs you closer against himself, his body molding against yours like clay. "It's been too long. I've missed the touch of warm skin," he complains, leaning forward to bury his face into your neck.
Uvogin
Uvogin is in control— a gentle yet calloused hand against the sensitive skin of your jaw, lips moving against yours. When he speaks, his voice is soft, gentle, and deep- "Mmmm, I could kiss you forever." He murmurs against your lips, his thumb tracing soft patterns upon your neck, as if mapping out the shape of your pulse.
He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping, then kissing again. He's pinning you against a wall, his body trapping you against it, his hips against yours.
Another kiss, deep and hungry, tongue pressing against your lips in an almost desperate demand for more of you. Uvogin doesn't speak, his mouth busy, claiming, exploring. His hands roam up your back, pulling you flush to his chest. "You're so perfect," he mutters in between kisses, his voice husky, heavy with a desire he seems unable to control. One hand slides into your hair, holding your head in place, his body pressing you down, holding you in place against the wall.
His lips travel down your jawline, across your neck, teeth nipping and tongue soothing in a pattern that is both maddening and delicious.
Wing
Wings tongue slips between your lips as he draws you in for a kiss. His hands grip at your body, pulling you close, pressing you close until you can barely move. His head tilts slightly to the side, lips moving at a slow, torturous pace. He seems to drink you in, savoring the taste of you. He's gentle, oh so gentle, and yet at the same time he can't bring his lips away from yours. "Please," he whispers, his voice a low growl when he pulls away just enough to speak. "Please don't let me go, not now. I haven't seen you in weeks."
Wings arms are wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you tight against him as if he'll die if he lets you go.
He presses his body close to yours, his head leaning on your shoulder. He's desperate for a moment of peace and your presence, and yet he knows that you could leave at any moment. "I won't." Wing grip around you tightens at those words. He inhales shakily, his body shuddering. His breath brushes over your neck, warm against your skin.
"Say it again." He demands, lifting his head to look up at you. Despite his firm tone, his eyes are soft, almost pleading. He's desperate to hear it from you, for you to reassure him.
"I won't leave you." When you promise him that, he releases a shuddering breath. "Thank you."
[Male genshin characters when asked to kill a spider]
[A/N]I know albedo has eaten spiders. Peer-reviewed by my bestie.[I had her correct general placements] Intended as a romantic angle, but could be platonic ig?
Categories in order of best to worst reaction imo.
He smashes it as soon as you ask then says something small and sweet like "You're welcome! <3" or "It's gone. :]". Will additionally give a peck to your cheek after saying that.
And cause I know somebody is going to ask: No Freminet is not more afraid than you are that boy is an assassin for the Fatui. He can and will kill spiders with ease. Also for those who will question Lohen's placement he kills for joy. A spider that you have the ability to kill but not the will to kill is not a fun kill. While funny I feel like albedo being in the 'He ate it' category isn't quite true to his personality.
But otherwise if you can convince me I'll change a placement, if you do a good job of persuading me.
Hi! it's me again! I'd like to request a few genshin men/boys and most of them are my favs like at least like 14 of them😂 fluff please
I wanted to request a Diluc, Razor (it's fine if you don't do him, but I'm pretty sure he's at least 16 or 17) Xiao, Wanderer, Cyno, Al Haitham, Neuvillete, Kinich, Ororon (there's lack of Ororon love) and Dainsleif. I wanted the headcannon to be like:
their friends asking fem!reader: What do you see in him?
reader: he makes me laugh
i wanted to see this kind of headcannon for so long (i hope it's okay if i can request this much character😅)
Headcanon: He Makes Me Laugh
Diluc
At a cozy café in Mondstadt, you and your friends sit around a small table, sharing stories over steaming cups of tea. One of your friends leans in, eyebrows raised. “Diluc? Really? What do you see in him?”
You take a moment to think, a smile creeping onto your face. “He makes me laugh,” you finally reply.
Your friends exchange skeptical glances. “Diluc? The serious, brooding one? How does that even work?”
You lean back in your chair, recalling a recent night at the tavern. Diluc had been tending bar when a customer made a ridiculous drink request. With a straight face, he had leaned over to you and said, “If I serve one more ‘secret drink’ request, I might just invent a potion to erase memories of it.”
You burst into laughter, and he shot you a quick, playful smirk, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. The moment had felt electric, a fleeting glimpse of the softer side he rarely showed anyone else.
As you reminisce, you can’t help but grin, feeling warmth in your chest. “He’s got this dry wit that surprises me. You just have to know where to look.”
One friend rolls her eyes. “Okay, I can see it. But how do you get him to show it?”
You shrug playfully. “Maybe he just needs someone to break through the brooding exterior.”
Diluc, standing nearby, overhears your laughter and smirks, catching your eye with a knowing look, as if he appreciates the affection behind your words.
Razor
Your friends are gathered in your room, sprawled on the floor as you all catch up. Suddenly, one of them narrows their eyes and asks, “You’re with Razor? What do you even talk about?”
You can’t help but giggle at the question. “Oh, you have no idea. He makes me laugh!”
Your friends exchange confused looks. “Razor? The one who spends all his time with wolves?”
You nod, recalling a beautiful morning walk you took with him through Wolvendom. “The other day, we were watching the sunrise. He looked at it, wide-eyed, and said, ‘Looks like egg yolk spilled.’ And then he asked, ‘Why do people say ‘crack of dawn’? Dawn don’t break…’”
Your friends burst into laughter, imagining Razor’s serious face juxtaposed with his innocent, childlike observations.
“He’s not trying to be funny, but he has this way of looking at the world that’s just… refreshing,” you explain, a soft smile on your lips as you think about him.
One friend grins, raising an eyebrow. “I mean, I guess if you’re into that… unique perspective.”
Razor, who has been listening from the doorway, looks a bit confused but intrigued. “I like egg yolk. It is good food,” he adds earnestly, causing another round of laughter.
Xiao
In a quiet corner of Liyue Harbor, your friends sit across from you, disbelief painted on their faces. “Xiao?” one asks, incredulous. “But he’s so… intense and brooding! What do you see in him?”
You chuckle, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh,” you respond, shaking your head at their expressions.
Your friends exchange skeptical glances, clearly struggling to understand how someone as serious as Xiao could ever be funny. “Seriously?” one of them challenges. “How?”
You remember a day when you and Xiao were training together on the mountain. As you stumbled over a loose rock, he caught you just in time, and without missing a beat, he said, “Are mortals always this clumsy?”
You had burst out laughing at his deadpan delivery, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “He doesn’t mean to be funny, but his honesty is refreshing,” you explain, smiling at the memory.
Your friends nod, starting to see your point. “Okay, I can see how that would be amusing.”
Just then, Xiao approaches, overhearing the conversation. He raises an eyebrow. “You laugh a lot around me. Is that good?”
You grin, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely! It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
Xiao looks slightly flustered but turns away, a hint of a smile breaking through his usual stoicism.
Wanderer
Strolling through a quiet clearing with your friends, one of them shoots you a concerned glance. “So… Wanderer? The same guy who’s known for his prickly attitude? What exactly do you see in him?”
You smirk, already used to the question. “He makes me laugh,” you say simply.
They look skeptical, one raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?”
You nod, smiling at the memory of a recent encounter. Wanderer had once muttered something about the “absurdity” of people who thought they knew everything about him. He’d followed it up with, “Honestly, they know less about me than that rock does about erosion.” He’d pointed at a boulder, then turned to you, daring you to laugh. But you couldn’t help it—you cracked up, and he’d rolled his eyes, but with the faintest hint of a smile himself.
Your friends seem taken aback. “Wait, Wanderer said that?”
Just then, Wanderer appears, crossing his arms as he approaches. “Are you sharing my profound observations with these mortals?” he asks, feigning annoyance, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he glances at you.
You grin, meeting his gaze. “I can’t help it. You’re just so funny.”
He scoffs, muttering something about “annoying people,” but the faintest smile betrays him, earning a knowing look from your friends.
Cyno
After a long day, you and your friends gather at a cozy teahouse. One of them finally leans in with a curious look. “Cyno, though? Isn’t he a little… intense? What do you see in him?”
A grin spreads across your face as you think of Cyno’s well-meaning, if occasionally dreadful, sense of humor. “He makes me laugh.”
Your friends look surprised, clearly doubtful. “Cyno? Are you sure? He’s the General Mahamatra!”
You laugh at their disbelief. “Yes, that Cyno. Once, he tried to tell me a ‘joke’ about Teyvat’s elemental reactions. ‘Did you know Pyro and Hydro make steam…y results?’” You can’t help but laugh at the memory, and your friends blink at you, processing.
Then one snickers, and another gives in. “Okay, that’s actually—unintentionally funny.”
As if summoned, Cyno appears at the table. “Did I hear mention of… humor?” he asks with utmost seriousness, casting a proud look your way. “I have another one. What did the dendro traveler say to the withering zone?”
You grin knowingly, but your friends glance at each other nervously. “What?” they ask in unison.
“‘Leave it to me,’” Cyno deadpans, straight-faced. You burst out laughing, your friends struggling to hold back their smiles. Cyno raises an eyebrow, satisfied. “See? I told you humor is a valuable asset.”
Alhaitham
Gathered at the Sumeru Library, your friends can’t hide their disbelief. “Alhaitham? What do you even see in him?” one of them exclaims, shaking her head.
You grin, leaning back in your chair. “He makes me laugh.”
“Really? The stoic scholar?” they ask, bewildered.
You reminisce about a quiet evening when you found him deeply engrossed in a book. You had asked, “What’s so interesting?” He glanced up and replied, “The existential dread of characters in fiction is quite entertaining. They can’t even do anything about it.”
His deadpan delivery made you laugh, and he’d raised an eyebrow, confused by your reaction. “You find that funny?” he’d asked, genuinely perplexed, which only made you laugh harder.
Your friends start to nod, clearly amused. “Okay, maybe he has a point there.”
Alhaitham, overhearing your laughter, approaches with an amused glint in his eye. “I see you’re discussing literature. Should I be concerned?”
You shake your head, smiling. “Only if you’re worried about being funny.”
He smirks, unfazed. “Then I have nothing to worry about.”
Neuvillete
In the refined atmosphere of Fontaine’s opera house, your friends question your attachment to Neuvillette, the reserved Chief Justice. “So, what do you see in him?” one friend asks, an eyebrow raised. “Neuvillette’s so… solemn. He barely smiles.”
You chuckle, casting a glance at the grand stage. “But that’s the thing. He makes me laugh when I least expect it.”
Your friends exchange looks, clearly unconvinced. “Really? Neuvillette?”
You nod, remembering a moment from an evening much like this one. Neuvillette had been watching an opera, his typical composed expression in place, when he leaned over and whispered, “I find it curious that, despite its grandeur, this aria is about a fish lamenting her lost pond. Dramatic, isn’t it?” His understated humor and subtle wit had made you stifle a laugh, though he looked pleased with your reaction.
One friend’s eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, he actually jokes? In his own way?”
At that moment, Neuvillette arrives, having overheard the conversation. “I merely observe the world as it is,” he says with a faint, almost invisible smile. “I trust I’ve provided adequate amusement?”
You smile up at him warmly, while your friends look at each other, slowly starting to see his appeal. “Yes,” you reply, reaching for his hand. “You certainly have.”
Kinich
As you and your friends stroll through the bustling markets, one of them nudges you, raising an eyebrow. “So… Kinich? He’s got that cold, intense vibe. What do you see in him?”
You chuckle, picturing the man who, beneath his pragmatic exterior, occasionally revealed a dry, clever humor that caught you off guard. “He makes me laugh,” you reply, smiling.
Your friends blink, visibly unconvinced. “Kinich? The Kinich? The guy who talks like every word is a business contract?”
“Trust me, he’s funnier than you think.” You recall a time when you had teased him about always being so serious. He had given you a mock-stern look and said, “Seriousness is simply efficiency applied to communication. If I were to, say, laugh needlessly, it would be inefficient—unless, of course, you think I’m funny?” His tone had been deadpan, but you had caught the sparkle in his eyes, which only made you laugh harder.
One of your friends scoffs, half amused, half disbelieving. “He’s secretly funny? Now that I have to see.”
Just then, Kinich appears, drawn by the sound of laughter. He stands with his usual composed expression, his gaze steady as he glances at you. “Am I interrupting?” he asks, though his eyes linger on yours with a warmth your friends would never guess at.
“Not at all,” you reply, a mischievous smile on your lips. “We were just talking about how funny you are.”
A single brow arches, and he replies smoothly, “If efficiency in humor is what amuses you, then I suppose I’ve succeeded.”
Your friends stare, open-mouthed, as he gives a faint smile, the smallest show of his affection reserved just for you.
Ororon
Gathered in a quiet grove just outside the bustling village, your friends share stories, each of them glancing at you with barely concealed curiosity. Finally, one of them speaks up. “Ororon? Really? He’s so… unconventional. What do you see in him?”
You smile, looking down at the wildflowers in your hand. “He makes me laugh.”
They seem taken aback, sharing doubtful glances. “Ororon? But he’s so… odd. He even lives out in the woods by himself. Isn’t he a little too eccentric?”
You laugh softly, thinking of all the moments Ororon’s uniqueness had brightened your days. “Maybe. But he’s more observant than anyone I know.” You recount a day spent walking with him through the forest, where he had pointed out a bird with feathers the color of storm clouds and said, with absolute conviction, “Look at him, he’s judging us. Clearly, he’s unimpressed with our lack of feathers.” You’d laughed, and he had given you a small, playful smile.
One friend smirks, shaking their head. “You actually find him funny?”
Before you can answer, Ororon appears, emerging from the trees with his usual easygoing stride. “Are we discussing birds?” he asks, his expression calm as he settles beside you. “I could have sworn I saw a bird earlier that looked particularly snobbish. Perhaps it’s you it dislikes.”
You laugh, reaching for his hand as your friends chuckle, finally starting to understand his strange charm. “Exactly,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze.
Ororon gives a satisfied hum, his eyes meeting yours. “See? Nature understands us well.” And in that moment, your friends see how the quiet humor of this eccentric man makes him so dear to you.
Sitting on a rooftop overlooking the stars, your friends are still trying to wrap their heads around your choice. “Dainsleif? Really? What do you see in him?” one asks skeptically.
Dainsleif
You smile softly, reflecting on your experiences. “He makes me laugh.”
Your friends look puzzled. “But he’s so serious and mysterious!”
You recall a late night when you were stargazing together. He had shared tales of his travels and then abruptly said, “In the end, I find that stars are just like people. Some are bright, some are dim, and some are just… lost.” Then, after a pause, he added with a straight face, “But at least they all shine, even if it’s just for a moment.”
You had burst into laughter at his unexpected metaphor, and he’d turned to you, a hint of confusion in his eyes as he asked, “Is that amusing?”
You nod, a warm smile on your face. “Yes! It’s all about perspective with you.”
Your friends nod, starting to see the appeal. “Okay, that’s a bit poetic.”
Dainsleif, overhearing the conversation, walks over with an amused look. “If my musings provide amusement, then perhaps I should share more.”
You grin. “Please do! We could all use a little more humor.”
♡thinking about needy men, coming home late and finding you already asleep in your shared bed
♡thinking about needy men who try to ignore their needs and go to sleep without disturbing you, but it's so damn hard when their cock is straining against their pants and you and your sweet pussy are literally inches away and you've told him multiple times that it was fine if he did something while you were asleep
♡thinking about needy men succumbing and start to almost unconsciously grinding on your plump ass, trying to find some relieve
♡thinking about needy men mumbling they're sorry when they accidentally wake you up from your sweet dreams
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♡thinking about needy men reaching for your chest to play with your nipples while their cock rubs between your thighs
♡thinking about needy men who pull your panties to the side and slip inside of you, shushing you and kissing your neck to distract you from the slight burn, but you're so wet you almost don't feel it
♡thinking about needy men almost coming on the spot, lasting only a few thrust before spilling their seed deep inside of you, but they keep going because they're so horny
♡thinking about needy men who fuck you for what seems like hours, babbling almost incoherent words and pleas
"you feel -ah- so good love- ngh"
"just one more please- oh please"
"wanna fill you up so bad- so so bad"
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♡thinking about needy men filling you up with their cum so many times that at one point it just keep dripping out of you
♡thinking about needy men who only stop when they're almost falling asleep on the point, not even caring about pulling out and just holding you in their arms while they drift off
