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Hi there!

Can we get Tai Lung dating headcanons pls :>

HI ANON! Ive written your request!

Here is the link to the Tai Lung headcanon 🤍

impulse ノ sunday . fem!reader

ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . 2.5k — master servant but not in a kinky way . unless… ノ sleeping with the boss . lowkey office romance . secret relationship ノ petnames — angel . dove . sweetheart ノ reader is his loyal chambermaid ノ mentions — makeup . short dress . pantyhose ノ sunday has some controlling tendencies . is a sweetheart anyway ノ sloppy messy style . overstimulation . cumming inside

“i would prefer if you refrained from visiting me at this hour until further notice.” his voice is tired and unusually dragging each syllable as if to prolong the time before uttering something he doesn’t actually want to say.

his divine silhouette of ashy whites and delicate plumes slumps on the armchair as he tries to regain at least an ounce of energy — futile, only making him more aware of the mental exhaustion from the passing day. his head still hurts, even though it has been going on for days now.

a few steps and he notices a movement behind him, hands slowly unbuttoning the tight collar from around his neck and undressing him carefully in complete silence. a feather falling could have easily made more noise. the sigh he exhales is out of relief mixed with a dash of fatigue after sitting up properly. the soreness spreads along his body as you unwrap him from the layers of fine fabrics that hug him gently.

“thank you.”

the only answer you deliver is a soft smile of appreciation towards his gesture.

he looks over your side to check if no one else is near his bedroom to listen, then pulls you by the arm across his lap, resting your foreheads together with his eyes shut. you two spend several seconds in silence, simply feeling each other’s breaths getting calmer and bodies relaxing with every moment shared like this. your delicate fingers start moving up his chest slowly as if examining it for any anomalies; when finding none, you take it upon yourself to embrace him tighter in response.

on the contrary, sunday caresses your head just above the scalp until eventually lifting your face with a finger under the chin. your eyes meet halfway, burning with lust — unspoken since morning yet unsatisfied even during lunch break where he tried relieving himself before taking a quick nap in bed.

he lets out a few weak chuckles, thinking about how hard he should try avoiding any contact today, not letting anyone suspect anything, before giving in to the impulse.

the taste of your lips leaves nothing behind except wanting more despite knowing exactly how much it already affected you two — physically and psychologically alike.

“this is precisely why i requested you not to come here… i need to reclaim composure first, but with that exhaustion and your presence, it’s impossible.”

your expression softens after hearing his confession, also noticing his muscles relax; the grip loosens as you move away slightly from the position above his crotch. he rests against the velvet chair once more while trying to compose his thoughts after admitting a weakness towards something trivial and simple — in comparison to politics related problems.

there were many reasons he couldn’t stop himself from continuing.

“mr. sunday, i’m here to help you with anything and everything. just so you can rest enough to welcome another day with your mind at least slightly less troubled… alright?” you speak in hushed tones, voice calm but determined.

all traces of previous worry wiped out as he exhales deeply before answering your question. he smiles again — tired but sincere.

“yes.”

at which point the atmosphere shifts immediately once again, making things less serious than a moment ago between the two individuals now more than just employer and employee. you resume by unbuttoning the shirt on his torso completely, revealing his pale skin underneath before pushing off the material completely to the sides.

with his chest exposed to cool air along with the robe sliding down onto his lower back, he leans forward, kissing your forehead.

a string of soft pecks going up from there along the bridge of nose toward mouth, leaving it just outside of reach, teasing you like this when you were sure he would continue straight away to your lips…

you shift nervously on his lap, overwhelmed with tension and his closeness, causing the entire scene to unfold right under your own gaze yet unable to do anything about it, too shy of the difference between your statuses.

sunday knows how much power he holds over people… including you. whenever you end up sitting upon his legs for extended periods of time — especially lately since it’s been happening more frequently these past few months. a sight that brings immense pride into his heart. he continues his gentle assault by dabbing kisses across your eyelids, slowly one at a time, before lowering them all over your face; lingering there longer than usual each time around before reaching earlobes once more for one last kiss.

a tingle shoots through your spine upon his warm breath, tickling your sensitive spots as he speaks next.

“do you trust me?” the question itself seems harmless in contrast to how your body reacts whenever it’s spoken directly against your jaw; you shudder involuntarily after every word, goosebumps rising because of his sultry tone.

“yes… absolutely…” your response comes almost automatically. no hesitation, followed by his silent chuckle.

“and if i say that you should listen to what i command tonight then? would you grant my every wish until tomorrow morning?”

as the intensity increases dramatically, you swallow the lump in your throat. sunday’s body language is somewhat threatening, but at the same time so gentle and calming, unlike previous occasions when dealing with clients or rivals during negotiations... it’s inviting you, luring into his open arms.

“w-what do you wish me to do, then?”

his hand reaches to cup your face, turning towards himself for one more look before taking advantage of an opportunity presenting itself before his very eyes — he captures your mouth after closing the distance between quickly.

eyes widening momentarily while struggling against the sudden surge of electricity coursing throughout body while feeling completely trapped when he cuddles you by your waist. he nibbles with care at your bottom lip before biting, teeth scraping over it.

there is a certain taste in his saliva; bittersweet yet addictive as it mixes inside your mouth. unable to protest when his hands sneak behind you to hook the short dress up enough to grip the softness of your ass firmly. he uses force on your rear to rub up against his cock harder than moments before as you find yourself losing grip around reality until it hits that you won’t escape anymore... you will spend the rest of night fulfilling his desires.

after all those years in his service, you learnt to submit quickly — but you wanted nothing else more than this, either.

after you separate from each other panting hard, sunday cups your face one last time before whispering into your ear.

“you’ve always done the best job helping me cope with stress in such wonderful ways.”

a compliment given so sincerely contrasts with his fingers dipping from behind just to tap your pussy through the sheer fabric of your pantyhose, making you jolt back, startled as you grab tightly onto his shoulders, whimpering softly as heat rushes across your cheeks.

“m… sunday, ah…”

before you even realise he’s already grabbing the nylon and tearing it apart, ripping down along the seams with ease. then placing a finger right at the top of your heated folds. he drags through them back and forth without applying any pressure whatsoever, causing your insides to convulse with excitement. your legs tremble on each side of his hips, dragging your weight against his clothed erection that still hides beneath grey slacks; bodies locked together while the fabric becomes damp in an instant.

he laughs huskily as you look down in shame between your bodies — an attempt to hide your face away from his gaze while biting back moan after moan. before reaching up underneath the dress, sunday moves his hand away, brushing his fingertips across smooth skin. to your surprised gasp, his touch lands upon your clit, pressing there to spread tingles in small circles around the sensitive pearl.

“open my trousers in the meantime. touch me first, just for a while, and then ride me, okay, dove? let’s continue from there.”

you fumble with the zip, drawing it down to reveal his needy cock despite trembling fingers. he guides you to grab the shaft between thumb and index finger, sliding up and down smoothly even with precum dribbling down already. you two synchronise your motions after a while.

“see, isn’t this much better for us both?”

you nod weakly, eyes rolling back as he slips easily into your slick entrance. the sounds of squelching being replaced soon with rhythmic slaps from below each time you sit down, bouncing atop his length. your walls are wet, swollen, squeezing every inch out as you buck yourself up until only tip remains inside, forcing breathy sighs from him each time you connect with him again.

“just like that, angel, just like that… ah, hold it right there, yes, perfect,” he commands you sternly whilst gripping hips forcibly. he knows exactly what makes you two crazy, but he enjoys pushing limits of your patience to the breaking point until nothing else can be done except him taking the initiative.

his back arches deliciously every time you stop for a second because it’s too much to handle.

it’s unbelievable how much your dishevelled state can affect him when he usually tries keeping his emotions in check — never letting anyone see through any cracks even if one did appear; no matter how insignificant it appeared on the surface. but the fact of having your in complete obedience on his own lap, whining and shaking from the pleasure he is providing — it’s exhilarating.

the sensation of your warmth wrapping snuggly around him entirely... it brings him the utmost satisfaction to see you lost in bliss caused exclusively by him alone.

sunday’s thoughts go rampant at times like these. the logical part screaming inside his brain to stop, saying this shouldn’t happen with an employee working under him… however, every instinct tells otherwise as you dwell on pleasure, trying your best to not disappoint him with the faltering tempo. there is no break between bounces and just like a puppet on strings, he pulls the strands leading your body towards the release desperately needed since your last meeting.

his fingers dig deeply into flesh of your butt, making sure that nails don’t graze skin too much. you deserve much more than a mere slap or spanking session; you deserve proper treatment, especially now after showing how willing you are to serve him.

so he picks up the pace himself, holding onto you and guiding every single move effortlessly, even in this awkward position where you’re forced to cling to him like a lifeline. your lips clash in frenzied kisses until air runs out, but he refuses to relent, drinking every bit of saliva dripping out of your mouth and tasting sweat mixed along it as you struggle to keep composure.

“please! please, sunday, it’s too much…”

your fingers claw into his shirt, leaving red irritated marks behind. nevertheless, he grins smugly with one last stroke upwards, causing your pussy squeeze tight against base again while feeling tremors passing throughout core before stopping altogether. he lowers your body in one quick movement, sitting you right on his cock until your orgasm subsides.

he exhales, burying head in the crook of your neck, kissing tenderly all over. you stay tense for a long while, simply melting in his arms, completely spent. slowly regenerating strength as he strokes your hair, soothing aching muscles until you relax again.

“that’s right, dove. i love when you do it… just for me to see. can you take some more? please, at least until i finish too?” sunday murmurs tenderly between each peck pressed across jawline.

you hum lazily, nodding again albeit somewhat reluctantly compared to previous agreement, but consenting enthusiastically enough.

he starts moving slowly, drawing slow circles inside your pussy.

“yes, yes, like that…” you respond, leaning more on him with each thrust. he nibbles your neck lightly as a reward for such positive reactions.

as minutes tick away, he gets impatient once again. your hands tighten around his open shirt, pulling him close enough to bite and lick every piece of skin visible. the amount of pleasure building inside becomes almost unbearable as he drives you insane, forcing you to accept how weak you actually feel at this moment.

you shudder from head to toes when his fingertips brush along sides, causing whole body to tense up. hearing your whimpers, he hushes you lovingly.

“i know you can. just one last push. come on.”

and so he does… not stopping.

he pounds ruthlessly into your soaked cunt until there’s no more air left inside lungs as you pants frantically while trying to not collapse right away; bodies locked together intimately, your hands desperately grabbing onto shoulders until knuckles turn white from strain. he’s doing the same around your hips, using a soft force to press every single inch of flesh against flesh.

“there you go, sweetheart, you can do it. you’re almost there... just one more second.”

with that sentence said, sunday flips your body forward and lies back comfortably in the chair, shifting your up and down a few inches until he finds the ideal angle. he pulls your hips down hard on his cock as he slams his pelvis upwards at the same time causing loud moans to erupt from your throat along with high-pitched noises.

tears begin streaming freely, trickling off your chin with each rough thrust while rubbing sensitive spots that leave you writhing, desperately trying to hold off any sort of response. the urge to let it all go builds stronger as he continues the incessant rhythm with barely enough pause between strokes to let you breathe before diving right back in again.

he groans loudly before ramming into pussy again and again. until he eventually clears the pent-up frustration, cumming rope after rope into your fluttering heat.

this triggers the follow-up from your side, reaching peak soon after him. your muscles contracting erratically while remaining frozen above him, eyes squeezed shut tightly as you wail throughout the release, bucking hips on him, milking his cock out of every drop. you feel his cum coating your core, making everything throb and slip inside; every little goosebump on your skin burning.

by the end of it all you fall motionless upon chest completely exhausted yet fulfilled, still leaking from his twitching dick which softens gradually within depths of your body. sunday peppers kisses around neck after cradling your tired form.

“well done, my sweet dove. i’m proud of you for staying with me through it all.” he whispers before gently wiping away your tears and removing all traces of makeup from your cheeks.

the gesture feels natural, as if he’d been doing it all the time in secret before this point.

MEOOWWW 😻😻😻

Hi sods! Since you said thirsts were open, i was wondering which JJK man gives the best head? (Not really a thirst but whatever) thx :))

You are so sweet

Pervert!Yuuta x F!Reader

A/n: Its Yuuta, for sure yuuta. So here is more pervert Yuuta for you guys

Synopsis: Yuuta has been dreaming about tasting you

Warnings: Cunnilingus, nipple play, fingering, yuuta cums hands free

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Just from the brush of Yuuta's lips on your stomach inching closer to your pelvis, you knew you were in trouble.

Dark sleepy eyes gaze up at you and you don't miss the way the ends of his Yuuta's tug into a small smile. He's positioned himself between your legs, his head just hovering over your clothed cunt. With his body laid out in front of you, you can't help but run your fingers through his dark hair, feeling the strands slip through your fingertips.

"Can I?" Yuutas voice is low and soft, playful but almost begging. Long pale fingers play with the hem of your panties. You thickly swallow and nod.

A low hum of satisfaction escapes from Yuuta's lips and he places a soft kiss on your warm tummy.

"Thank you baby."

You screw your eyes shut from embarrassment as Yuuta slowly pulls down your underwear. A shiver racks your body from the cold air hitting your bare lower half. Your first instinct is to close your legs, to shield yourself from being so exposed and from Yuuta's intense gaze. However, two strong hands firmly grasp the underside of your thighs and press them towards you, effectively folding you in half and spreading you wide open.

"Yuu..." You whine, but your protests fall upon deaf ears. Right now Yuuta is in a whole other world. Right now, in this moment, Yuuta thinks he must have died and gone to fucking heaven. His tongue darts out to wet his lips because oh god he is practically drooling right now at the sight of you. He knew you where beautiful but Jesus christ. He releases one of your thighs to spread your wet folds with his pointer and thumb, pupils dilating at the sight of your tight hole clenching around nothing.

"Yuu pl~"

Yuuta doesn't let you finish the sentence because he is already on you, his eager hot mouth enveloping your twitching clit, licking and sucking. His tongue flattens, softly lapping at your sensitive pearl before swirling it around, fast and gentle enough to have you whining.

"So good baby" He groans into your pussy, "Taste so good." Yuuta's mouth is greedy on you, licking and sucking like you are the last meal he will ever have. You are losing your mind right now, the feeling of his wet soft tongue on your clit has your toes curling from the electric arrow of pleasure dancing through your body.

"Yuu please, nghhh so good..."The intense, burning pleasure building in your core causes your back to arch off the bed, slowly spreading throughout your body. Hesitantly, you glance down at Yuuta below you, and the sight alone has you clenching. In any other situation, you would guess that Yuuta's the one being pleasured; his black hair sticks to his forehead, spit and your juices smeared around his mouth, strong big hands grasping onto your thighs for dear life, and dark eyes glued to your sopping wet pussy. His ears are bright red at the sounds you are making, the sultry whines and desperate moans.

He wants more.

He wants to make you feel more.

Yuuta releases your thighs and his fingers find your nipples. Your toes curl when you feel him start to tweak and quickly flick over your sensitive nubs, his tongue not stopping for a second against your clit. His dual ministrations on your clit and your nipples has pleasure rippling through your body and you can feel something hot building in your tummy, your core.

You do not know how long you can handle this and Yuuta doesn't know how long he can either. A raw primal need settled in him and he has started to desperately hump the bedsheets. Everything just feels so good right now, so euphoric you wonder if you could stay like this forever, drowning in bliss. You do not even feel Yuuta's tongue lapping you anymore or his hands on your breasts, you just feel pleasure, so good, oh Jesus you think the dam inside you is gonna break any second-

Your jaw goes slack and your whole body quakes as pleasure rakes your entire body. Your brain feels fuzzy and you let yourself fall into the euphoria. You're too lost in the high to realize that Yuuta finished right there with you, ropes of white cum spoiling his pants as he continued to suck and lap your soaking cunt. Yuuta doesn't even stop when you have come to your senses, instead, his finger has found its way into your sensitive hole.

"One more for me baby? Please?"

cold hands, warm heart [dan heng/reader]

Summary: When you joined the Astral Express, Dan Heng thought you were an interesting addition to the crew. The last thing he expected was for that interest to become this distracting.

Notes: wc 4.9k, fluff, confessions, mutual obliviousness, March 7th and Peppy are wingfriends, both Dan Heng and reader like biology, gn pronouns used. Reader is a new trailblazer (and wields a bat).

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Dan Heng looked up from his book, an event typically only incited by an urgent task or the Express arriving at a new destination. But this could potentially be considered an urgent task, if he thought about it long enough - you had fallen asleep against the shelves of the archives, hair slipping over your face.

When you had asked him for any recommendations, he hadn't expected you to immediately look up the treatise and settle yourself in a corner of the room. But you looked rather content, book in hand, and so he re-immersed himself in the text he was reading. It was a blissful peace, filled only with the occasional turning of pages and rustling of fabric when one of you shifted in your seat.

At some point, however, Dan Heng had realized you had stopped moving. Startled, he finally glanced toward you slumped on the floor, a stray cushion beneath you. Your book had fallen from your lap, landing open next to your face. A silent huff of amusement subconsciously escaped him as he set his book down to approach you.

“Hey, you shouldn’t sleep on the floor here. You’ll hurt your neck.” He tapped your shoulder carefully, but you didn’t even twitch. It seemed he’d have to take matters into his own hands - well, you, that is. There wasn’t anywhere to sleep comfortably in the archives, and it was kept at a slightly cooler temperature than the rest of the train for the sake of text preservation and optimal technology function. Dan Heng was adept at falling asleep anywhere, but he wasn’t about to make you test that and end up with a cold.

Moving the abandoned book to the side and sticking a bookmark in it for you, Dan Heng was about to slip his arm under your shoulder when a quick knock came at the door.

“Dan Heng, have you seen - oh! Wait, what did you do?” As usual, March 7th waltzed into the archives without even waiting for a reply. Of course, she had the worst timing. “Dan Heng -”

Sending her a sharp look, he finally got the peppy girl to quiet down as he gestured to the sleeping figure with his head. In response, she quietly giggled, wiggling her eyebrows, and shifted to whispering. “Do you want some help?”

Dan Heng gazed down at your form for a moment. Would you mind if you found out he carried you? You seemed friendly enough with him, but he wasn’t yet sure if your opinion about him extended any farther. March 7th seemed to sense his hesitation, stepping closer to him before speaking again. “Come on, we can’t have them catching a cold sleeping here. How about I hold their legs?”

He snorted, finding the image of March 7th carrying their legs on her shoulder like a bag of potatoes funny - until he imagined her running into a door. Honestly, he wouldn’t put it past her, given her running record of clumsiness. “Don’t worry about it, I can carry them.”

Shrugging, March 7th acquiesced and opened the archives door, gesturing for him to leave. Dan Heng swiftly slipped his arms under your shoulders and knees, carrying you through the doorway with relative ease. His slender frame belied the years of experience he had with his polearm - lifting you was no problem whatsoever.

The quiet hum of the engine filled the train as they walked down the carpeted hallway, footsteps sinking silently into the floor. Finally they arrived at your cabin, and March 7th apologized quietly as she maneuvered your arm to access your wrist pad. A beep, then a click, and the door opened. Dan Heng slowly stepped inside, careful not to hit your head as he entered. The pale ceiling light flickered on overhead, sensing movement.

Your room was still minimally decorated, a few trinkets that seemed to March 7th’s taste lying about. Taking care not to jostle you, Dan Heng carefully placed you on your bed and tucked the blanket over you. The action felt unusually intimate and gave him pause, but you looked so peaceful in your sleep that he thought it was worth it. You probably hadn’t gotten the chance to truly rest in a while; ever since you had boarded the Express, it had been one unexpected situation after the next. He silently wished you a restorative sleep and turned to exit the room, pressing the light switch off as he left.

Once the door closed behind him, Dan Heng was immediately confronted with a smug-looking March 7th. “So, mister, what were you doing in the archives to have them fall asleep in your arms? Did you bore them to sleep with your books on space grass?”

Dan Heng began to walk down the hallway, March 7th trailing behind him like a reporter desperate for a juicy story. “Not everyone is you.”

She blinked owlishly at the short response. “Obviously. I would just leave if I got bored! Do you see me hanging out in the archives? They must have been too nice to leave you there.” March 7th nodded firmly, seemingly satisfied with her own answer. “It’s a good thing I showed up when I did, who knows how long you would have kept them there otherwise!"

Dan Heng glanced at the pink-haired girl, keeping his face as placid as ever. "They were occupied with their own book. I never prevented them from leaving, they just settled in."

"Hmm, is that so?" March 7th nodded sagely, as if that had illuminated something for her, and skipped off towards the parlor car. "Settled into your arms maybe!"

The door at the end of the hallway quickly swung closed after her giggles, leaving Dan Heng standing in what felt like the wake of a blizzard. By this point though, he was no stranger to her chaos. He didn't pay her teasing much heed, as it was obvious when she was trying to rile him up. But this time, it made him ponder a little longer.

Had you really felt like you couldn't leave out of politeness? And then fell asleep reading the treatise he suggested because you found it so boring but didn't want to offend him?

Dan Heng sighed. If March 7th had been the one to fall asleep in the archives, he would have assumed she was looking for a quiet place to sleep where she wouldn't be disturbed. Dan Heng held a personal theory that March 7th subconsciously gravitated towards cold places because they reminded her of her mysterious past.

But this was you, a trailblazer relatively new to the Astral Express and its crew. Dan Heng tried to hold off on drawing conclusions before he got to know someone, but that wasn’t exactly helpful right now.

As he retraced his steps back into the archives, Dan Heng spotted the book you had been reading, resting on the desk where he left it. A strange urge to examine it led him to open the text to where he had placed the bookmark.

"Chapter 6. One for all, and all for one.” This chapter had been an interesting one, from what he remembered. Space oysters lived in tight-knit communities that self-regulated their sex ratio to maintain the population and avoid extinction. How they did that without any external intervention was biologically fascinating - he was curious about your thoughts on the topic. Better that he not bring it up around March 7th though. The last time he talked about biology around her, she just nodded and said, “That’s great. My ears are biologically too tired though,” and left.

Dan Heng fell asleep that night in the archives again, eyes tracing the planetary display on the back wall of the room as his thoughts returned to you. There was a strange gravity about you that pulled people in, but how much of that was you and how much was due to the Stellaron? As usual, his mind filled with thoughts before finally succumbing to slumber.

The next day, Dan Heng entered the parlor car to the usual morning scene - Pom Pom pottering around, March 7th downing another tall glass of juice, Himeko sipping her steaming hot coffee, Mr. Yang flipping through the interstellar news, and you making headway through some fruit. When March 7th spotted him, she perked up and leaned over to whisper something into your ear. Dan Heng recognized that mischievous look in her eyes, so it wasn’t a complete surprise when you sputtered and banged your knee against the table in response to whatever she said.

“If you’re going to gossip about someone, don’t do it right in front of them.” He approached their table, but you looked increasingly distressed the closer he got. Frowning, he came to a standstill, a warm bowl of fried rice in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. “Are you alright? You fell asleep in the archives last night.”

Unfortunately, his words of concern only caused you to wave your hands frantically. “I’m so sorry, I heard that you carried me to my room - ugh this is so embarrassing -” You passed a hand over your face, and he felt something shift in his chest. Perhaps he needed a visit to the medical unit on Herta’s space station after breakfast.

“No need to be embarrassed, you have been busy since you arrived. Your body was due some rest - did you sleep well?” Dan Heng sat down at the round table, pointedly ignoring March 7th’s piercing gaze.

You finally met his eyes and smiled, hands returning to the table. “I haven’t slept that soundly in a while, and now I feel much better. Thanks, Dan Heng.”

Unconsciously, his lips mirrored yours. “You’re welcome.” For some reason, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from you - were your eyes always that color? - until the third person at the table cleared her throat loudly.

“Do you want some juice? Pom Pom always gets them fresh!” March 7th urgently pushed her half-empty glass across the table towards you, waving down the petite conductor with her other hand.

You chuckled, motioning for her to relax. “It’s ok, I have enough fruit as it is. Thanks though, I’ll try some another day. What’s your favorite flavor?”

Dan Heng retreated into his thoughts again as you and March 7th discussed fruits and their juice-ibility, a comfortable hum of words that floated just at the surface of his consciousness. He could get used to this - at the very least, this meant March 7th had someone else who could handle her chatter. Half the time, Dan Heng was at a loss for words when it came to her chosen avenues of conversation.

Breakfast was a quick affair, and the three of you soon left the express to attend to various tasks around the space station for the day. Dan Heng’s first stop of the morning was the medical bay - he didn’t have anything else particularly urgent that couldn’t wait for afterwards. Fortunately, there weren’t too many patients waiting when he arrived. Perhaps March 7th’s dillydallying over the last pastry had made him just in time to arrive after the morning rush.

The staff politely accommodated his request for an examination, asking him a few questions about his symptoms and recent nutritional intake. But after a few measurements and tests, he was informed that he appeared healthy and to follow up if he had recurring symptoms. He walked out strangely discomfited, letting out a sigh without realizing it. Maybe he was overthinking this. A good night’s sleep in his own room this time might fix things.

It wasn’t long before March 7th had caught up to him, Peppy cheerfully leading the way and pouncing on his shoes. “Aww, were you looking for someone new to play with?” She cooed at the tiny white dog, reaching down to pat its head. Peppy just yawned, nudging Dan Heng toward a nearby bench until he sat down. The sleepy furball clambered up and settled into his lap, and both humans knew better than to disturb the little one’s slumber.

“Looks like you’re occupied for the next hour, see ya later!” March 7th giggled and rushed off, quickly shedding the sorrow of being abandoned by the dog for the joy of the cute photograph she took of Peppy sleeping on the stoic data bank enthusiast.

Dan Heng appreciated the moment to take a quiet breather and pet the fluffy dog in his lap, but he was one second from formulating a way out of the situation when you appeared, clearly amused by the scene.

“Did Peppy take you hostage?”

You didn’t even try to hide your laughter as you sat down next to him, but he found that he didn't mind. Instead, his mind suddenly went blank as you leaned in closer with a soft smile. His eyes widened, heart stomping loudly like an unruly child demanding attention, and followed your hand as it sank into Peppy’s soft white fur. You didn’t seem to notice his physiological changes, but he felt like you had just punched the wind out of him.

“Are you doing ok? You’ve been kind of spaced out ever since this morning.” Your concerned gaze made his stomach do loops, and Dan Heng was starting to wonder if someone had deployed an anti-gravity field or broken a window of the space station. Both situations, however, would have been immediately obvious to anyone in the vicinity. He shook his head - he wasn’t spaced out, he was just thinking as usual - but that made you frown. “You’re not well? What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t even answer a simple question correctly, maybe something really was wrong with him. But that would mean he answered the question correctly. … What?

His mental turmoil was finally interrupted by your knee knocking against his as you shifted your position on the bench. It sent a jolt up his spine, startling him. His reaction must have been obvious because you quickly apologized. “Oh, sorry about that. You just seemed… overwhelmed. But you don’t have to talk about it if you’d rather not.” His gaze followed your hands as you wrung them together in your lap. Were you worried about something?

“I’m alright.” Dan Heng turned to you, but the distress on your face made it clear you weren’t buying it. Was he that obvious? After a quiet moment, he shook his head in concession - maybe this was for the better. The idea of leaving you to worry bothered him more than he expected.

Speaking quietly so as to not disturb Peppy, Dan Heng briefly related to you his symptoms over the course of the day. You listened without interrupting until the end, and finally nodded. He felt oddly embarrassed after finishing the story. Usually at this point, March 7th would have interrupted a few times and gone off on a tangent at least once. But you were soaking it all in, quietly processing his words as if he had told you something of vital importance.

“Thanks for telling me,” you finally said, glancing at him. “Dan Heng… do you mind if I ask you something?”

He nodded. "Go ahead."

You bit your lip, and he found his eyes inexorably drawn to the action as your hands fidgeted in your lap.

"Are you… mad at me?"

Stunned at your conclusion, Dan Heng stared at you blankly. You seemed to take that as confirmation, because you immediately began to apologize. Again.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you. Can you tell me what I did? That way I won't do it again."

It was rather inappropriate for the serious atmosphere, but Dan Heng thought the crease in your brow was curiously captivating. He wanted to reach out and unfold it, like smoothing a page down, but it was already deepening along with your anxiety.

"Dan Heng, please tell me what's going on- "

He cleared his throat again, desperately gathering his thoughts together like lost sheep. "I’m not upset with you.” The forlorn look in your eyes gripped him with the sudden urge to reach out and reassure you. But as his arm flexed in his lap, Dan Heng was also stricken with the realization he had no idea what to do next. Should he pat your head? He couldn’t remember the last time he had touched someone with such an intent.

Then your hand entered his field of vision, slowly moving to hover just above his hand on the bench, as if to signal he could brush you off at any moment. Instead, he felt his breath stop, waiting for the ghost of your skin against his, when your eyes met.

“I-is this ok?” The sudden eye contact startled you, hand flinching, but you didn’t withdraw. Dan Heng silently nodded his assent, all the sensory nerves in his body converging as you finally rested your hand on his. He had to remind himself to breathe, inhaling deeply as the warmth seeped into his skin.

“Your hands are so cold,” you murmured, rubbing your thumb along the side of his hand. “Are you sure the medical bay checked everything?”

Dan Heng hummed, distracted by your gentle touch. His fingers were dotted with scars and calluses, the evidence of years of struggling to survive and carve out his own path. But as you flipped his hand over, tracing his palm with careful fingertips, it felt like you were seeing and accepting everything it took for him to get to where he was now. The thought crashed over him like a wave, pulling him under until he couldn’t think of anything else.

“I’m not upset. I promise.” He murmured, trying his best not to startle you again.

Dan Heng didn’t make promises easily, but he felt the need to do so this time, if only to erase the worry from your face. “I’m just… confused.”

You quietly nodded, running your thumb down each of his fingers. The sensation made his mind want to slosh out of its container but he managed to hold it in because you simply waited for him to continue. He appreciated that about you, the way you naturally gave him the space to be the one listened to.

“Being around you makes me nervous. I lose control of my body.”

Your head whipped up at his abrupt confession, and he almost let out a laugh at the look of utter shock on your face. “You what?”

Dan Heng coughed. Did he say something odd? “My stomach starts churning and I keep wondering where you are. Maybe I’m just worried about you.”

He watched curiously as you took a deep breath, in and out. “Ok… so you’re worried about me? Why? I’m pretty good with this bat, you know.” You mimed hitting a homerun, and a chuckle slipped past his lips. He tried not to mourn the loss of your hand on his.

“I know. You’re on first.”

You snickered. “Who’s on second?” Eyes widening, you throw up a hand. “Wait, stop right there. Answer the question!”

Dan Heng couldn’t stifle the traitorous smile sneaking across his face. “I guess it’s because you’re new.”

Your eyes narrowed lightheartedly. “But you just said you know I’m good. Is that all?”

He paused, pondering it for a moment. “What do you think? Am I just worried?”

Blinking, you stared back at him, lost in thought. “I don’t know why you’d feel nervous around me, unless you’re scared that I’ll suddenly trip and hurt myself somehow. Or if I scare you.”

Dan Heng snorted before he could stop it. “No offense, but you don’t strike fear into me. Not like Pom Pom does.”

You burst into startled laughter, and he felt oddly proud at the sight. “None taken. I’m glad, I suppose. But if that’s not it…”

Both of you momentarily lapsed into silence. Then you straightened up in your seat, looking as if you had just seen a ghost.

“What is it? Now you look scared.” He tried to prod you for a response, but it seemed like whatever you had just realized was enough to make you dodge every attempt at eye contact.

Your next words came out haltingly. “Dan Heng, I - no, this is probably just a misunderstanding on my part. Don’t worry about it.”

Subconsciously, he extended a hand towards you, as if to stop you from fleeing. “Do you really think I won’t worry after you say something like that?”

“Um…” Your eyes darted back and forth, and he suddenly realized his stance, quickly withdrawing his hand and feeling his ears burn.

“Sorry, I just -” “No, it’s ok -”

The two of you lapsed into a tense silence, unsure of how to proceed. Then Peppy began to stir in Dan Heng’s lap, yawning quietly with high pitched squeaks.

“Are you sure you want me to explain?” You glanced at him, then down at the half awake Peppy.

He nodded. “Please, I would appreciate it.”

Biting your lip, you covered Peppy’s eyes with your hand. “What color are Peppy’s eyes?”

Dan Heng raised an eyebrow. “Black?”

You moved your hand - he was right. “Ok then… what color are Arlan’s eyes?”

He frowned in recollection. “Gray?”

You shook your head. “Red.” Then you covered your face with your hands. “What color are my eyes?”

He answered without any hesitation - and he was right. You sighed, letting your hands fall to your lap. “Why do you know mine and not Arlan’s?”

Dan Heng looked at you questioningly. “Because I can see you? And I look at your face more often than his - and when I talk with Arlan, I’m usually thinking about work. But when I’m talking with you, I -” He paused, his unusually verbal stream of consciousness screeching to a sudden halt. “I’m thinking about… you.”

He fell silent again, and the sudden implications of what he just said hit both of you like a freight train. “I mean.” Dan Heng froze for a moment, but it was too late. Well, he hadn't said anything untrue. “I do. Think about you.” You coughed, hands flying up to cover your cheeks, and he frowned. “But what does that have to do with my symptoms?”

At his persistence, your eyes looked everywhere but him, as if you would rather be anywhere else than here. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he also really needed to get to the bottom of this. It wouldn’t do to have his stomach tying into knots at random times when he was in charge of guarding the Express.

“Can I ask? What do you think about me?”

Dan Heng didn’t miss the way your neck moved as you swallowed. Reflexively, he did the same when it finally hit him. You were nervous about this too. But he already said that he wasn’t angry at you, so what were you afraid of?

“I think you’re a good addition to the crew.” Dan Heng glanced at you, then at his fingers, which were now fidgeting on the bench. He lightly clenched them into a fist, hoping they would stop moving. “You get along well with everyone and you’re good at making observations for the data bank.” His gaze returned to your face, but you seemed unsatisfied with his answer.

“Did you want to hear something else? Sorry, I’m not good at this sort of thing.” Dan Heng sighed and looked down at Peppy, running his fingers through the sleeping dog’s soft fur.

You straightened up in your seat and shook your head. “No, not at all. I just wanted to hear it from you.” You let out a little breathy laugh, more air than sound. “I guess I was mistaken.”

“Mistaken my ass!”

An indignant cry burst through your quiet bubble, making Peppy jerk awake in Dan Heng’s lap with a series of squeaky yips. All of you swiveled to see March 7th, standing with her hands on her hips, looking surprisingly unamused.

“Are you two seriously still confused? I knew I should have just let him try CPR that time!”

Both you and Dan Heng stared at her blankly, struggling to keep up with the interruption. “March 7th, what are you talking about?”

Dan Heng flung an arm out in front of you, as if to separate you from the girl who was now gripping her head in a theatrical display of agony. “Don’t worry about it, she’s just confused. Peppy needs her for a walk, anyway.”

You watched in quiet amusement as Dan Heng encouraged the fluffy dog to hop down from his lap and bump against March 7th’s leg, finally distracting her from her muttering. No one could refuse Peppy’s longing eyes, so March 7th was soon dispatched for a walk, all the while shooting the two of you glances as she jogged after the energetic dog. You wondered what she was looking for.

“So… what was that all about?”

Dan Heng cleared his throat at your question, mind running through all the possible ways he could explain. But he landed on the most unhelpful answer.

“March 7th saw me carry you back to your room.”

“Ah.”

A beat of silence, then a jolt. “Is that why- oh. No way. That’s - but maybe -”

Dan Heng tried not to laugh at the sight of you clearly having a full on conference inside your head. It would be funnier except for the fact that he knew that you were probably debating how to respond.

“Are you ok?”

You finally turned to meet his eyes, the gears in your brain still seeming to spin wildly. “Dan Heng, I really don’t know what to think anymore!”

He blinked in surprise. “About what?”

“Do you like me or not?”

Eyes wide, you slapped a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escaped, the outburst seeming to surprise you as much as it did him. “Don’t answer that, please, I-”

Dan Heng tilted his head slightly in thought. “I like you. Is there something wrong with that?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “No, that’s not what I mean! Oh aeons, March 7th is never going to let me hear the end of this.”

Something akin to excitement swirled in the pit of his stomach. The good kind of nerves, like when he knew he was about to deal a critical blow. “What do you mean, then?”

You let out a deep sigh and pinned him with a defeated stare. “Dan Heng, I am this close to finding the nearest trash can and throwing myself into it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is that an invitation to join you?”

“What?” You balked, and this time he failed to stifle his laughter. He quickly hid it behind his hand at your halfhearted glare.

“Why don’t we just go for a walk? No trash can diving involved.”

Dan Heng stood up from the bench, and you nodded, following suit. Just as you moved next to him, a harried researcher ran past, knocking you off balance. Dan Heng quickly reached out to catch you, hands steady on your arms as the wind settled.

“Are you alright?”

At your nod, the two of you set out again on your walk to avoid trash cans. But this time, as Dan Heng let go of your arms, his hand fell to his side and grasped yours. For a moment, his breath stilled, chest squeezing. Then your fingers linked with his, quiet and warm, and it felt like his whole body was being rebooted. Dan Heng began to mentally run through the map of the space station to find a route without any trash cans - or interruptions.

From her perch on one of the higher floors, March 7th watched the two of you walk deeper into the space station. “Finally, those two will stop staring at each other across the room. Honestly, those two owe me. I’m thinking a deluxe buffet and one week of cleaning duty. Doesn’t that sound right, Peppy?”

Peppy squeaked in cheery agreement, butting his head against March 7th’s hand for more pats as they saw the two figures disappear into a hallway. All’s well that ends well… right?

Epilogue:

When March 7th said you would finally stop staring at each other across the room, she was half right. She was half wrong because the two of you still snuck glances, just out of sight - and hopefully out of earshot.

“I saw you were reading that chapter on space oysters.” Dan Heng murmured, shoulder warm against yours. Reorganizing some pillows to create a makeshift reading nook in the archives was the best idea he'd had in a while, and you had helped make it as cozy as possible.

You chuckled, leaning into his side. "Isn't it fascinating? The way they can communicate such information without any words, and enact them as a whole population. It makes you wonder if they have any impression of self."

Dan Heng hummed, tucking a blanket over your knees. As you continued to muse over the contents of the book, gesticulating excitedly with a hand, he watched you with a soft smile. Today, he was thankful that the archive was cold, but for a different reason than usual. His fingers quietly found yours under the blanket, and the shy smile that bloomed on your face made him feel that at least in this moment, it was going to be alright.

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Falling asleep and waking up together with him

A collection of headcanons on what I think falling asleep and waking up with a few of the Genshin men would be like (alternatively, just me rambling about how much they love you).

Characters: Thoma, Xiao, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wriothesley, Diluc, Childe, and Kazuha

Thoma

🍡 Thoma comes home late after his duties as a housekeeper for the Kamisato clan. He’s used to the grueling work, so he’s not as exhausted as he used to be when he first started the job, but the physical work still takes a toll on him, and he tends to fall asleep pretty quickly. Even so, he tries to stay awake long enough to chat with you while you snuggle in bed together, sharing stories about your day and your hopes for the future. Thoma likes to hug you close to him while you both fall asleep, both because he enjoys feeling your presence and because he feels the need to keep you safe. And no place is safer than in his arms, or so he thinks.

🍡 As a part of his duties for the Kamisato clan, Thoma wakes up really early so he and other housekeepers can get started on cleaning and cooking before the masters of the manor wake up. As such, he always wakes up before you, so you hardly ever get to see him before he leaves your shared home. Thoma feels bad that he can’t greet you a good morning in person, but he still wants to show you that he cares, so he cooks you breakfast. It’s become a routine for you to walk into the kitchen in the morning and find an entire breakfast spread on the table full of various delicious foods and a note from Thoma wishing you a good day ahead. Thoma also packs you a lunch for you to take to work (or eat at home). By nature, Thoma feels compelled to take care of you, and he will be damned if you go hungry.

🍡 If he comes home to find that you haven’t eaten breakfast, then he’ll be disappointed and scold you for skipping the most important meal of the day. He would be genuinely upset and worried for your health, fussing over you almost like a parent. It would be in your best interest to just eat the breakfast he prepares you to avoid worrying him more.

🍡 During your mutual days off, Thoma still wakes up early out of habit. He lays in bed next to you while you sleep, keeping his arms wrapped around you as he watches you snooze. The two of you don’t always have as much time to spend together as you’d like due to your busy schedules, so Thoma tries to take advantage of these moments to spend time with you and admire you. He wants to let you sleep, but seeing your cute sleeping expression fills him with too much affection for him to contain, and he can’t help but press a few kisses to your forehead and cheeks. Thoma’s kisses usually disturb your sleep, and he apologizes for waking you. He lets you go back to sleep if you want to and just gets up by himself, or if you choose to stay awake, he’ll be delighted to shower you in more kisses and hug you tighter to him, getting in some of that affection he didn’t have the chance to indulge in during the week.

🍡 Thoma loves waking up together with you, as rarely as that happens, since it gives him more time to spend with you. His favorite activity to do with you is cooking a meal together, so it becomes routine for you to help him out in the kitchen while he cooks you both breakfast. Even if your cooking skills are lacking, Thoma instructs you on what you can do to help, making sure to keep the tasks simple if you’re not much of a chef like he is. Even if he ends up doing most of the work, Thoma appreciates whatever help you provide him with. After all, the purpose of cooking together is less about the outcome and more about doing something together with you. He also finds that eating together with you makes the food taste better. You can laugh at him for that and poke fun at him all you want, but he claims that it’s true. Being around you just makes everything better.

Xiao

👹 Xiao refuses to sleep in the same bed as you, saying he doesn’t want to risk exposing you to his karma for extended periods of time. No matter how much you try to convince or beg him, his answer is always a firm no. He loves you, and it’s because he treasures you so much that he doesn’t want to hurt you. It would break him if you fell to harm because of him, so he always turns down your offers to sleep next to you even if it breaks his heart to see the disappointment in your eyes. He wants you to understand that he’s only doing this to keep you safe, but he always feels guilty for letting you down, and the guilt haunts him even after he leaves you to vanish into the night.

👹 At some point, his constant rejection depresses you. Even if you know why he avoids sleeping with you, understand that his reasons are good, it still hurts that you can’t engage in such simple intimacy with him. Xiao hates seeing you look so down because of him, so he agrees on a compromise. He’ll stay in the bedroom with you until you fall asleep, but he won’t lie next to you. It’s the best outcome you could hope for from him, so you agree. It’s not the same as having him right next to you and feeling his warmth, but it’s better than nothing. It’s still fun to talk to him while you wait for sleep to take you, hearing his calm and soft voice resound from a dark corner of your room in response to your questions and stories is reassuring. Despite what he may think, you feel safe having Xiao nearby, and when you tell him this, all that follows is silence. His only response is that you should go to sleep, but you can tell by the lilt in his voice that he’s embarrassed. Although you can’t see his face, you’re confident that he’s blushing.

👹 Once you’re asleep, Xiao likes to take a few minutes to watch you sleep to ensure you’re fine. If you have nightmares, he uses his abilities to eat them so they won’t disturb your rest. He has bad memories of consuming the dreams of others back when he was under the enslavement of a cruel god, but after watching you struggle with your nightmares and seeing how frightened they made you, he thought that he could help you. It is with this intention that he offered to eat your nightmares, and only starts ridding you of them after he got your consent. Xiao still feels a bit uncertain about eating your nightmares, but when you thank him for helping you in this way, he feels a bit better about it. He’s only done this to hurt others in the past, so he’s glad that his ability can actually help you.

👹 On rare occasions Xiao actually does lay down next to you, though you’re never aware of it because he does it while you’re asleep and he makes sure he doesn’t accidentally touch you. He’s not sure what drives him to go against his own words of caution, but there are times when he wants to be close to you. Yes, he holds your hand and exchanges kisses with you (though it’s mostly you kissing him), and that is its own form of closeness, but laying down next to you while you are so vulnerable brings him a sense of peace. While he lays down next to you, Xiao likes to close his eyes and listen to your slow and even breaths. He tries to imagine what a normal life with you would be like if he weren’t affected by his karmic debt, and his mind comes up with images where he can hold you close to him as you both sleep, where he can spend more time around you and your friends without worrying about hurting anyone. But for now, laying down next to you like this for a short while is enough. Xiao doesn’t dare ask for more.

👹 In the mornings, you usually won’t find any traces of Xiao. He’s gone by the time the sun rises, whether to fight demons or hide out at the Wangshu Inn, you’re not sure. Regardless, you end up eating breakfast alone unless you call on him to join you. Xiao will always appear before you without fail, and though he won’t be pleased with you for calling on him for such a simple reason, he will stay with you while you eat your breakfast. He tells you to not make this a regular thing, reminding you of the dangers of his karmic debt. Even so, he wants you to be happy, and if his presence is what makes you happy, then he’ll indulge you a little.

Kaveh

🍷 Kaveh’s sleep schedule is inconsistent. Some nights he stays up until the early morning working on draft after draft for his client until he’s satisfied with the finished product. On other nights he gets too drunk or too tired and clocks in earlier. As such, each night you never know when your boyfriend will join you in bed.

🍷 On nights when Kaveh stays up late, he seldom listens to your urging to leave his work for later and finally get some sleep. As frustrating as his stubbornness can be, Kaveh is too bound by his perfectionism and work ethic to stop. But once he’s finally finished his work and gets into bed next to your sleeping figure, nothing brings him as much comfort and peace as holding you in his arms after a grueling workday. All the stress, worry, anxiety, and frustration melt away when he feels your warmth, the softness of your skin, and breathes in your scent. Even while asleep you still manage to chase away his loneliness and sadness just with your presence, and Kaveh will forever consider himself incredibly lucky that you chose to stay by his side despite how difficult it can be.

🍷 Kaveh holds you close as he falls asleep, nuzzling his face into your hair or the crook of your neck while his mind quickly succumbs to exhaustion. He used to have nightmares on days where the memories of his childhood plagued his mind, but ever since meeting you, those nightmares became less and less frequent. Sleeping next to you brings him a sense of peace and solace that you won’t ever know about unless Kaveh outright tells you, and though he won’t say it out loud, he still tries to let you know how much you mean to him through his actions.

🍷 Staying up late usually results in Kaveh sleeping in. He could sleep through his scheduled appointments with his clients, so he’s very appreciative when you wake him up to give him time to get ready so he won’t be late. If he doesn’t have any clients to meet, then you usually have to carefully extract yourself from his arms to not wake him, and then go to prepare coffee and breakfast to share with him once he wakes up. Kaveh is used to making his own food while he lived with Alhaitham since his schedule didn’t always match up with the Scribe’s, but there is something special in waking up and walking into the kitchen to see you preparing breakfast for him. The sight fills him with warmth, affection, and gratitude that he can’t express in words, so he chooses to hug you from behind and kiss you on the cheek in greeting. He thanks you for making him breakfast too, calling you a true treasure for your acts of kindness towards him, and though his words might sometimes sound like simple flattery, if you look into his eyes you’ll see the adoration in them and know that he truly means them from his heart. Kaveh isn’t used to being taken care of like this, but little by little you make him more open to receiving your care, and he swears he falls even more in love with you for it.

🍷 On the rare occasion when Kaveh wakes up earlier than you, he usually likes to take a few minutes to lay next to you and just admire you in the morning light. Even if your hair is all tangled and you’re drooling onto your pillow, the architect still thinks you look beautiful. He claims to have an eye for beauty and fine art, and to him, you are the epitome of beauty at this moment even if you think otherwise.

🍷 Eventually, Kaveh reluctantly separates himself from you to get started on his day while still letting you sleep. Much like you, he also prepares you breakfast and even plates it on a tray and brings it to you so you can have breakfast in bed. When you’re met with the gorgeous display of fruits and other breakfast foods arranged artfully on the tray, you are reluctant to eat it. After all, Kaveh spent a long time arranging the food to look beautiful, especially for you, and it would be a pity to destroy such a masterpiece. Your praise of his efforts feeds his ego, but he still encourages you to eat because your acknowledgment of his efforts is enough. He wants to take care of you the same way you take care of him, giving you just as much love back if not more.

Alhaitham

🎧 Alhaitham is a man of routine. He has a set time for when he goes to bed and a regular proceeding he does before going to sleep, such as spending an hour reading in bed or listening to some music. He rarely stays up late unless absolutely necessary. He doesn’t expect you to match his bedtime routine since he believes you should do whatever you need to help you prepare for bed, but he appreciates it if you take his needs into consideration. Though he’s set in his ways, Alhaitham is flexible enough to make compromises in his bedtime routine to better suit you, like taking his reading out into the living room if you complained that you couldn’t sleep with the bedside lamp on.

🎧 The Scribe is not fond of physical closeness, so he prefers that each of you stay on your respective sides of the bed and not invade the other’s personal space. He feels smothered if you cling to him throughout the night, and dislikes being in contact with you for long periods of time. Though he’s not fond of having you wrap yourself around him, Alhaitham has a much easier time being the one initiating the physical closeness. If you feel cold, he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. His body is naturally very warm, and he functions as a great heater during the colder nights. If you feel sad and crave some company or affection, then Alhaitham will indulge you by hugging you and absentmindedly stroking your hair. He won’t say much since he’s not good at using gentle words, but he hopes you are still able to find some comfort in his arms.

🎧 Another time during which Alhaitham is okay with you touching him would be when he feels affectionate. This could happen after a session of lovemaking or if he hasn’t seen you for a while due to his business trips and has missed your company. He doesn’t have many close relationships, and Alhaitham sometimes becomes aware of just how much you mean to him. You put up with his aloof and overly pragmatic self and accept him for who he is. You love him for who he is. Few people can put up with him, even his ex-roommate Kaveh frequently complained and blew a fuse because of the Scribe’s attitude, but you continue to love him despite the difficulties, and in return, he accepted you into his heart. Although he prefers to keep his personal space, sometimes even Alhaitham craves the touch of another, to feel that he belongs and is accepted by someone, and thus has moments where he enjoys feeling your head rest on his chest or shoulder with one of his arms wrapped around you. The feeling makes him feel a warm and gentle emotion he can’t quite place, but it makes it easier for him to fall asleep.

🎧 Alhaitham usually wakes up before you, especially if he has work. He’s consistent like clockwork with how he wakes up at the same time each day, and the morning routine he performs to get ready for the day ahead. If you’re still not awake by the time he makes his coffee, expect Alhaitham to unceremoniously wake you up and take a jab at you by commenting on how you overslept in the snarkiest manner possible. Though he wakes you up rather rudely, you still find a cup of tea or coffee and a light breakfast waiting for you so you won’t go hungry in your rush to get ready.

🎧 If it’s a day off, then Alhaitham likes to laze around in bed with you, especially if it’s raining outside. Something about reading in the comfort of his warm and cozy bed with you snoring softly by his side brings a sense of peace to him. Depending on how long you sleep, he might read while he waits for you to wake up or eventually get up if he knows you won’t awake for a while still.

🎧 Alhaitham is fond of taking afternoon naps when his day is uneventful, even coming home from the Akademiya so he can read and then snooze on the sofa in his living room. He keeps his headphones on to block out any external noise since it helps him fall asleep easier, warmed by the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. Though he’ll never tell you, one of his favorite things is waking up from such naps to find you sleeping next to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. The stacks of reports he planned to look through after his nap go on the back burner, for you are simply too adorable for him to disturb. So Alhaitham resumes reading his book while waiting for you to wake up from your own nap.

Wriothesley

🐺 Being the administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley is often busy from dawn to dusk. Signing paperwork, overseeing the prison operations, meeting with collaborators and partners, monitoring various projects, and many other things all take valuable time in his day. Despite how busy he is, Wriothesley is still full of energy when you retire with him for the night. He likes laying on his side while facing you, propping his head up on his hand while he listens to you talk about your busy day, occasionally sharing stories of his own about the drinks Sigewinne tries to convince him to drink or funny stories about his colleagues. He enjoys having these simple, lighthearted conversations with you. It’s a nice contrast from his usual talks with inmates who are intimidated by him, and formal business meetings which aren’t his cup of tea.

🐺 Wriothesley finds comfort in spending these few hours awake in bed with you. He’s used to life in the gloomy, dark depths of the waters of Fontaine, surrounded by the cold, metallic walls of the Fortress. With no windows, it’s difficult to tell what time of day it is, the only indicator being the activities of the prisoners and staff, and the clock he occasionally glances at. A life devoid of sunlight and fresh air can be bleak and depressing, and though Wriothesley is used to it, he does notice that ever since he started sleeping with you his mood has improved compared to before. Maybe it’s conjecture or maybe he’s just that stupidly in love with you, but watching your sleeping face and feeling your warm body in his arms makes him feel that his room in the Fortress is not as gloomy and cold as it used to be, as if you brighten up the place with your presence.

🐺 While sleeping, the Duke likes to have an arm around you in some way. He prefers to scoop you up into his strong arms and hug you to sleep, but if you don’t want that then he hopes you’ll at least let him lay one arm across you. He just likes feeling you next to him, it gives his mind a sense of peace knowing you’re beside him. Unfortunately, even if you tell him you’re not in the mood to be held by him, by the time you wake up you’ll find yourself wrapped up in his body as if you were a teddy bear. Wriothesley apologizes for this, but he genuinely has no control over his body while he’s sleeping, and it somehow happens unconsciously. You’ll either have to get used to this or sleep in a separate bed.

🐺 Due to his administrator duties, Wriothesley usually wakes up earlier than you. He doesn’t have much time to bask in bed with you and admire your cute sleeping face, so he gets up fairly quickly and gets ready for his day. If you work in the Fortress as well, then you usually get up together with him even if it might be a little too early for you. This gives you a chance to spend the morning with him before both of you go about your duties. Wriothesley usually gets breakfast from the cafeteria, and you join him if you feel too lazy to cook anything. However, the Duke loves it when you cook breakfast for both of you. It can be a simple meal of toast and eggs or anything else you know how to make, but having his love cook for him gives him a sense of domesticity which is a foreign feeling in the dark and cold walls of the prison. It makes him feel as if the two of you were married, and the idea warms his heart. He contemplates genuinely asking for your hand in marriage later down the line.

🐺 While you cook breakfast, Wriothesley brews a pot of tea for you to share with your food. He’s memorized your favorite way of taking your tea and adds the right amount of sugar or cream (if you take any) before serving it to you. Breakfast is generally the most time he gets to spend with you during the day before night falls, so he treasures these little mundane moments even if he doesn’t say it aloud. He does his part by washing the dishes afterward and asking for a kiss from you before heading to work. He claims it’s his good luck charm, and who are you to refuse when he gives you that expectant look?

Diluc

🦉 Between his day jobs as the wine tycoon of Mondstadt and the owner of Angel’s Share and his night job as the Darknight Hero, Diluc is very busy and has an inconsistent sleep schedule. So much so, that you don’t always get to spend the night in his arms. He could come home after you’ve fallen asleep and then be up before you, so by the time you wake up you won’t even know he was home if it wasn’t for the clear indication that he had slept on his side of the bed. Diluc knows he shouldn’t neglect you too much, so he tries to make time to spend with you. He misses you just as much as you miss him, so rest assured he will always return to your side.

🦉 Diluc feels guilty when you stay up late waiting for him to come to bed with you. You try not to rush him because you know that whatever he is dealing with at the moment is important. If it could have been done another day, then he would have left it for later in favor of joining you and getting some rest. Still, Diluc doesn’t like making you wait for him. He tells you not to wait and go straight to bed, though he does appreciate your dedication and loyalty towards him.

🦉 Once he does finally join you, Diluc likes to wrap his arms around you and hold you close while giving you a few chaste kisses in apology for making you wait and expressing his gratitude towards you. He feels so lucky that despite how busy he is, you don’t get mad at him or leave him for not being able to give you as much affection as you want. Diluc tries to make it up to you by being extra affectionate when he does get to spend time with you and sends you a lot of gifts when he can. For now, he hopes you will let him hold you close and stroke your hair while he feels you fall asleep in his arms. Diluc’s mind is usually full of various thoughts that don’t let him fall asleep easily, but listening to your quiet and slow breaths lulls him to sleep soon after.

🦉 Despite going to sleep late, Diluc usually wakes up before you do. If he doesn’t have anywhere urgent to be, he likes to take some time to admire you since he doesn’t get to do so as often as he would like. He traces your cheek with a finger, marveling at how soft and smooth your skin is, and how it glows in the morning light. You look so beautiful, and he’s reminded once more of why he fell in love with you. He apologizes when his touch wakes you up, and his heart squeezes when your face lights up in a smile at having woken up next to him for a change. Diluc kisses your forehead in a morning greeting and smiles when you cuddle up closer to him to enjoy the warmth of his body.

🦉 Though he wishes to spend time with you, unfortunately, he must part from you all too soon. His duties await him, and as the master of the winery, he can’t afford to stay idle. He invites you to breakfast with him, and by the time the two of you make it downstairs, Adelinde already has breakfast prepared for you. The perks of living with Diluc as his lover is that you get to eat delicious meals prepared by Adelinde, the head housemaid of the manor. She dotes on you as much as she dotes on Diluc and Kaeya and prepares your favorite dishes from time to time. It honestly makes Diluc happy to see that the closest thing he has to a mother figure has accepted you so warmly into his family, though in Adelinde’s eyes, you and her master might as well be married already. If not yet, then soon because Diluc would be a fool to lose someone as caring and precious as you who waits for him long into the night. She will make sure Diluc won’t let his happiness slip past him due to his sense of responsibility.

Childe

🐋 Childe doesn’t always get to sleep together with you due to being away on long business trips as a part of his Harbinger duties. He doesn’t complain about not getting to be with his love, but he certainly does think about how much better it would be if he could have you in his arms when he goes to sleep in his hotel room at night. He misses your warmth, your smile, your voice, kissing you goodnight before falling asleep, and then good morning when he wakes up. Once he makes it back home to Snezhnaya, you better believe that he won’t let you go once night arrives. He wants to make up for all the missed time he didn’t get to spend with you and will be very affectionate by giving you abundant kisses and caressing you all over your body. He loves feeling your warm and smooth skin against his palms, making you feel all that much more real to him and not just another one of his dreams which he often gets when he’s away from you.

🐋 Another thing he missed about sleeping with you is your conversations before bed. Childe loves to ramble to you about his family, recounting all the fun stories about his younger siblings. He avoids talking about his dealings as a member of the Fatui even though you’re aware of what his Harbinger duties entail. He’d rather not talk about work when he’s with you, but about something that makes him happy. In turn, he loves it when you talk about things you like or that you found exciting while he was gone. Sure, he read your letters about these events while he was away, but he wants to hear all about it from you directly, told in your own voice. Listening to your voice relaxes him, and he sometimes falls asleep while listening to you, but don’t take it the wrong way. He’s not bored of your stories, he simply feels so at ease around you that he lets his guard down and falls asleep easily.

🐋 Despite how affectionate he is, Childe isn’t very clingy when he sleeps with you. The most he does is keep a protective arm around your waist but otherwise gives you enough freedom to not hinder you while you sleep. He instinctively prefers to have a more relaxed posture while sleeping so he can react swiftly if something were to happen, and he can’t do that if he’s all tangled up with you. That’s not to say that he will turn you down if you want to rest your head on his chest or shoulder. He’ll very much welcome it and wrap an arm around your waist and kiss the top of your head before settling in to sleep. He does like having you near, after all. It makes him feel all warm and fuzzy when you snuggle up to him of your own volition, whether because you’re feeling affectionate or want to warm up from the cold Snezhnayan winters doesn’t matter, Childe will always welcome you with open arms.

🐋 Childe is an early riser. He rarely sleeps into the late morning, preferring to wake up early to train or go fishing. He doesn’t have as much free time to indulge in his hobbies, so he takes advantage of the morning to do so. He strives for self-improvement, and training or fishing are some of the best ways to help him better his fighting skills. Plus, he’s a strong believer in being productive with one’s time and doing as much work as possible in a single day instead of leaving things for tomorrow. As such, he won’t let you sleep for too long. Around 8 or 9 a.m., Childe will come to wake you, saying that you shouldn’t waste your day in bed and that he wants to spend more time with you. He even cooks you a warm breakfast and brings it to your shared room before trying to rouse you with hugs and kisses so you wouldn’t be too upset with him for waking you earlier than you might be used to. Childe wants the best for you, which is why he wants you to take control of your life and strive for self-improvement as well, and in his opinion, it starts with making the most of what your day has to offer.

Kazuha

🍁 As members of the Crux fleet, Kazuha and you spend most of your time out at sea, occasionally stopping with the crew to visit the harbors of other nations and explore the land. As such, the wandering samurai shares his cabin with you as your lover. It’s a bit cramped, but it’s not an issue since both of you spend most of your time outdoors. Kazuha goes to bed rather late because he likes to spend a few hours admiring the starry night sky and feeling the cool breeze. This time of day proves to be the quietest, and it’s perfect for him to compose some poetry or listen to the sounds of the waves and wind. He welcomes you if you want to join him in gazing at the stars or listening to his poems, but also understands if you’re too tired and want to head to bed.

🍁 Once he’s ready to go to bed himself, Kazuha will quietly join you. He’s quiet enough to not disturb you if you’re already asleep, but if you’re still awake then he takes advantage of that to wish you goodnight and kiss your cheek. Kazuha prefers to sleep while facing you. He likes having you be the last thing he sees right before he falls asleep, and be the first sight to greet him when he wakes up. He also enjoys holding one of your hands in his while he slowly drifts off. Though he can clearly hear your soft breaths in the darkness of your room, it’s still nice to have a physical reminder of you being next to him. If you’re still holding hands by the time both of you wake up, then Kazuha has a tendency to rub his thumb over the back of your hand and feel the smooth skin. It’s a small sign of his affection for you, a reminder that he loves you.

🍁 If you have trouble falling asleep, Kazuha can recite a few of his original poems for you or tell you a few Inazuman legends or fairytales in hopes that maybe his calm and soothing voice can lull you to sleep. If not, he’s willing to stay up with you to talk or take a walk around the ship’s deck and feel the night breeze. He keeps you company as long as necessary until you feel sleepy, and only goes to sleep himself once he makes sure you’re asleep first. He doesn’t want you to deal with the solitude of the night by yourself unless you explicitly state it’s what you want. Regardless, he is always willing to be there for you if you need him.

🍁 Kazuha tends to naturally wake up early. The songs of birds and sounds of the wind are enough to rouse him, though he lets you sleep if you’re not awake yet. He likes to take some time to simply admire you and chuckles if he sees you drooling in your sleep. Despite the drool dried to your chin and your mussed-up hair, he still finds you pretty. He knows that when you catch him looking just as disheveled when he wakes up, despite your giggles of amusement, he can tell that you find him equally as attractive if the loving gaze in your eyes is anything to go by. So Kazuha simply smiles and presses a tender kiss to your temple before getting up to start his day.

🍁 By the time you wake up, a few hours had passed since Kazuha got up, but he hadn’t had breakfast yet. He waits to eat together with you, considering it only natural that he should share all his meals with those he loves. He’s a firm believer that food tastes better in the company of others than while eating alone, and though he could eat together with his friends in the fleet, he doesn’t want you to eat by yourself. He uses the ship’s kitchen to whip up a simple breakfast for both of you. It’s nothing fancy, but it is nutritious and filling, perfect for helping you start your day on a full stomach. Despite your urging to not wait for you, Kazuha won’t stop doing so, and neither will he wake you up early unless necessary, so you better get used to it.

BEUGGHHHHHHH IM UNHEALTHY FOR MY CYBORG HUSBAND

How do we feel about needy kisses w/boothill….

love it! but who is the needy one in this situation?

if u’re needy, boothill is definitely teasing u about it. u have to expect a “did u really miss me that much, darlin’?” or maybe about a comment about ur hands wandering, trying to slip up his shirt. despite the teasing, he’s a hundred percent reciprocating! he even goes as far as encouraging u to take what u want, he’s here to please, after all ;)

needy boothill though. . . i can see him being a face grabber! takes ur cheeks in his hands and kisses u like it might be his last chance to. ooh or a neck holder — holds u in place so he can get his fill without u pulling away too soon. omg and the lip bites, don’t get me started in the lip bites @.@ just little nibbles that almost border on painful as he tugs at ur lower lip before pulling away. . . mm yeah, yeah, all of that