Little Something

Little Something

Featuring: Kazuha, Albedo, Gorou x GN!Reader (separate)

Content Warning: NSFW

You decided to put something on for them, how much do they enjoy it?

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

Kazuha

It was a see-through white set, accompanied with a flowy white robe. Small red bows littered the light outfit you had, you thought that Kazuha would definitely love it.

He wouldn’t be too surprised or your actions, he sensed the anticipation you felt the whole day while sailing back to Liyue for a few days. Either way, it would always leave him speechless and how lovely you looked.

He’ll tell you that words cannot describe how he feels, he’ll close the distance and start showing you instead, giving light kisses on your neck.

Kazuha will insist on you wearing his outfit while fucking, giving you the small impression of possessiveness coming from him, it seemed to drive him insane.

Having you ride him will give him the best view, even if nothing sexual comes out of it, he loves just having you on his lap while tracing small patterns on your skin.

He’ll have his head at your neck, marking whatever space he was able to reach. If not, it’ll be your chest.

Albedo

A pretty cream coloured set with golden accents in the form of sewed on flowers, garters wrapped around your thighs attached to thigh-high stockings.

Will not be able to concentrate for a moment, and then will immediately take out his notebook and have you place yourself on the bed.

Some sketches will be innocent enough; laying on your side, on your knees while leaning forward. But there will be times where he’ll have you touch yourself while he quickly sketches your reactions.

I feel as if mutual masturbation will take place sometimes, he’ll have one hand sketching while using the other on himself.

Albedo will make you feel good, such a nice surprise shouldn’t go to waste, afterall.

His hands would toy with you before he could get any pleasure, his way of thanking you. He especially would love to keep the garments on but pushed away from your chest and private areas.

Gorou

A teal coloured set with a pretty black lace choker, the top being see-through with the bottom having an opening. You had a thick black robe to hide yourself with.

When he sees you in that set, or any that you have, he’ll feel a sense of pride. You, someone that he dearly loves and cherished, trusting him enough to show yourself like this to him? Instant appreciation.

Showers you in compliments, he will stutter at the beginning though. He won’t be able to keep his hands off of you too.

Will spend so much time between your legs, just pleasuring you while touching the lace outfit. Loves it too much for you to take it off so he’ll have you keep it on the whole time.

He may remove the top though, he just loves sucking on your nipples. Nothing too hard, but he will leave little marks around them and gently bite at it.

He’ll be a lot more vocal, just lots of moans and compliments thrown out about how you make him feel good and how pretty you look.

If you compliment back he’ll go insane, rutting into you faster than before.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.

drowning in you.

it is love that cannot be conveyed in words, a depth of longing immeasurable and indescribable; it pours from his gaze, honey-saccharine and achingly tender, a desire not fueled by lust but by devotion. it's delightfully sweet, as dreamy as spun sugar, and it is love you want to drink in for all of eternity, as long as the gods permit it.

(or, the ardent love that can be felt even in the simplest of things.)

XIAO: it shows in the way he's accommodating, in the way he insists he won't stoop so low to acquiesce with your whims but he does anyway. he complains when you text him in ungodly hours of the morning about your burger cravings, but accompanies you to a fast food joint at 3 a.m. without much argument. (or any, for that matter. in fact, he came along uninvited, saying “my conscience won't let me sleep for the rest of the night if i actually allow you to go alone this late” when he could've just, you know, say he's worried like a normal person.) he ignores your exaggerated whining when you tell him you miss him after two days of not seeing him, but makes an effort to seek you out the following day. he doesn't speak much when you tell him about a bad week full of worries and things going wrong, but he threads his fingers through your hair and strokes comforting circles on your back. (he does not tell you so, but it is easy to see how much he adores you.)

CHILDE: it shows in the way he's so sticky, an annoying little thing you can never get rid of. even if the distance between you stretches for miles, the phone calls and cute messages don't make it seem like it at all, like he's been there all this time. and when he physically is, his stickiness gets worse, fingers resting on your hip or chin propped on your shoulder. he is the most clingy darling to exist, but you can't find it in you to complain about it; you love it when he chases your mouth, lips brushing sweetly, bruising until you're kiss-bitten and clearly well-loved. it is easy to lose yourself in his embrace, worries melting away in the comfort of his arms, and easier so when he reassures you everything will be okay.

ALBEDO: it shows in the way he takes care of you, in ways that might not be noticeable at first glance. in the blurry haze upon just waking up, it is difficult to remember what you've been doing before falling asleep but you have enough sentience to recognize him sitting by the edge of the mattress, a novel between his hands. “hi,” you speak, and it takes him a short moment to press a bookmark amidst the pages and place it back down on the table in favor of giving you his undivided attention. “hello,” he greets back, pecking your nose. you smile when the tips of his hair brush along your cheek. “i ordered dinner. stay here while i reheat it, hm?” and off he goes to the kitchen. only when you sit up and spot another book by your bedside table do you remember you've been reading in the afternoon at the living room and dozed off unknowingly. it's not too hard to guess he must've carried you from the sofa to a proper bed, tucked a bookmark in the last page you left off, and remained by your side thereafter.

ZHONGLI: it shows in the way he's so considerate, in the way he's unfazed even when you show up on his doorstep drenched from the turbulent storm. a sheepish grin pulls at your lips as his eyes scan your figure, clothes clinging wetly to your skin due to the rain, and he tugs you inside his quarters, comparatively warmer than outside. he doesn't mind even if you soak his carpet, only throwing a towel around your body and ushering you to the bath, preparing hot chocolate while you're in the shower. later when you're already sipping on the soothing beverage, clothed in his oversized shirt and sweatpants and bundled in soft blankets, he blow-dries your hair and reminds you sternly to stop forgetting your umbrella at home. still, it barely qualifies as a scolding; he indulges you with cuddles as you spend the rainy day together.

KAZUHA: it shows in the way he's attentive, the way he recognizes your wants and needs. it is not an epic romance; he has not slain dragons for you, given his life to protect you, but he sacrifices his comfort when he notices you shivering in the cold, wrapping his scarf around your neck. he gives you spoonfuls of his meal when he catches you eyeing it, provides you cold soda when you mindlessly complain about the summer heat. he books tickets for a movie he knows you'll like, orders the dessert you're craving for before returning home. he gives you space when you need it, and gives you affection when you ask for it. if it is within his capabilities, he will do as you request, as long as you wish for it.

THOMA: it shows in the way he's affectionate, loving you even if he does not make it known. dead tired from a job, inky darkness blanketing the sky and your consciousness deep in slumber, he divests himself of stiff clothes and exchanges it for pajamas before slipping on the spot beside you, arms curled around your waist. you lean to his touch, groggy murmurs that he deciphers as “welcome home” answered with “i'm back,” peppering soft kisses on your face as his lashes flutter shut. his hands wander occasionally, pressing beneath your shirt; not so much for seeking pleasure, but for what the act is worth, a reassuring heat that lulls you back to sleep. any more words can wait for tomorrow — it is a sure thing to wake up beside you, anyway, and in the everchanging present, it is one of the constants in his life he treasures the most.

Are Those…Tears?

Genshin men react to making you cum so hard, you cry :)

cast; Diluc, Childe, Kazuha, Thoma

warnings; female bodied reader, dacryphilia, feminine nicknames, overstimulation, cumming inside, fluff, these are short

MINORS/BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your nails dig into his broad, muscular shoulders as your hips buck against his own, his cock pounding into your sloppy hole. The angle at which he drills into you, the way his fingers seem to swipe at your puffy clit with the perfect pressure, you feel yourself building up quickly, intensely, and finally the dam breaks as your eyes roll back and you shout his name with a mind blowing orgasm. It’s hot and blinding, feeling like it’s lasting forever as you gush and clench hard around his girth. You tremble in his arms as he chases his own release and you feel tears begin to stream down your cheeks from how overwhelmingly good you feel in the heavy aftershocks. Your lover looks at you in this moment, you, with tears in your eyes as you whimper and moan……

Diluc

the redhead’s face pales when he locks eyes with you, he didn’t mean to look away from you but you just squeezed him so tight he couldn’t help but hide his face in your hair. He stops his movements and searches your face as you look up at him and he moves to clasp your shaking hand in his own.

“You….are you hurt? I’m sorry I was too hard….too rough…” he’s rambling in a quiet, doting tone as he kisses your knuckles, “I’m so-“

You cup his face with your free hand and smile, shaking your head, “no! It felt amazing. I just….I felt so good in that moment I couldn’t help but cry a little. I promise love, you’re incredible.”

His breath hitches as he leans into the touch of your hand and instinctively, rolls his hips as his still hard cock twitches at your sweet and blissed out expression and you throw your head back into the pillows at the motion, “alright then, if you’re sure.” he replies with a deep groan as you shake and shiver while he buries himself to the hilt,

You pant as you he begins to move again, lips parting so he can lean down to kiss you tenderly, Diluc then smiles against your mouth,

“I do hope that maybe I can get you to feel that good again.” and you have no doubt, he absolutely will.

Childe

he chuckles, it’s more of a huff accompanied by a grin as his fingers move to grip your hips tight, your ass against the tops of his thighs as he keeps up the pace as the tears fall down to disappear into your hairline.

“Aw pretty girl, you feel so good huh, that why you’re cryin’?” he asks, his voice is surprisingly sweet, even as he fucks you relentlessly. You whimper and nod, covering your face with your arm. Childe gingerly holds your wrist, taking it and pinning it over your head.

“Hey, keep looking at me okay? You’re awfully pretty like this.” he grunts, cock still hitting that delicious spot inside you, your heels dig into his back and he gasps, leaning down to kiss the side of your head, listening to every naughty sound you and your body makes for him.

“Please, don’t stop!” you sob, fresh tears spring to your eyelashes as you clutch him to you, Childe nods frantically against you, letting his strokes become hard and deep as you cry his name over and over. Your eyes eventually dry up in the night with all the blissful tears you shed, but you stay soaked as he rips orgasm after orgasm from you.

Kazuha

from behind you, the deft and clever fingers that were moving against your bundle of nerves still, and Kazuha nudges the side of your neck with his nose, feeling the wet of your tears against his face. You feel him pull out, whining at the loss and how you pulsate still with rippling bliss,

“Are you hurt?” he murmurs, gently cupping your breast and pressing your back close to his chest, “I’m sorry if it was too much, allow me to-“ you place your hand over his and shake your head furiously, looking back at his tender expression,

“Not at all! I was crying because it felt incredible. You knocked the air out of me.” you chuckle softly, resting your head against him as you both breathe in sync. You then move your hand to lift your knee, spreading yourself open for him again and you feel his cock against your ass hardening again,

“Please don’t stop, Kazuha, I wanna feel you cum, you felt so good…” you whisper, arching your back and moaning as a firm hand presses your knee back further. You reach down and hear the man hiss as you guide his cock back into you, and he slowly starts to thrust his hips into your hot and soaked hole.

“Thank you, thank you” he chants into the back of your neck as his pace picks up rapidly, you know he’s close as he grips the meat of your thigh and you wonder if you feel a few tears of his own as he reaches his peak.

Thoma

he breathes heavily, forehead pressed against yours as he moans your name into your open mouth, cock lurching as he cums into your clenching pussy, the lewd and sticky sounds as he slowly slows his thrusts against you making you shiver. His knuckles move to wipe under your eye as he catches a tear, looking at you with concern.

“Was it…that good?” he says, surprising himself with those words as he gazes at how your lips form a dazed smile, cupping his face in your hands.

“Yeah, it was so good. I didn’t even want you to stop.” you say, a sweet shyness coming over you as you lean up to kiss him softly on his lips.

Thoma clears his throat and glances down at where he’s still connected to you, the creamy white ring around his cock and how you feel still fluttering around him making him bite his lip.

“I don’t…I mean we can go again. If you want.” he says, meeting your eyes again and gasping when you roll your own hips upwards to welcome him to continue. He moans and buries his face in your neck as he sloppily thrusts into you, cock hard yet again and you cry his name as he swiftly brings you to the point of tears again.

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!(𝐲/𝐧)

A/N : AAAAAAAA STREAMER!AYATO HAS BEEN A HUGE BRAINROT FOR ME AND IT SHOWS IN MY 3.4K HCS; MY LONGEST ONE YET 😭 actually will just sob over him in my eu alt bc i have him there and hHHHHHH HES SO <333333

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omg ayato as a streamer??

ayato as a streamer _(:з)∠)_

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PogU—

alright. so.

we all know ayato is a true gentleman, right?

right.

so obviously that means his community’s first impressions of him were good ones !! they all thought of him to be this gentle, kind man who enjoys chatting about anything and everything with an angelic smile and a melodious laugh

i mean, they’re not wrong, per se, but they only touched the surface that is Kamiyato

Kamiyato is live! Would you like some tea?

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— i love you’s & i love you not

IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop

INCLUDES : albedo ; ayato ; dainsleif ; diluc ; thoma ; venti ; zhongli

A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:

every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.

you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.

and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.

pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.

but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.

and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.

(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)

but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.

well. until it wasn’t, that is.

— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate

you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.

(aether and lumine can attest to this.)

the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.

you were out on a shopping run to buy daily necessities and ingredients for dinner after closing the shop for the day. you don’t really know what you were expecting to come back home to, but someone slumped against the door, shivering and half asleep, was most definitely not it. and, well, you couldn’t ignore him. you had to get through the door somehow, after all, and you weren’t particularly fond of the thought of someone laying half-dead at the shop’s doorstep keeping you up at night.

so, like the good-natured person you are, you allowed him to stay the night on the condition he takes a much needed shower and doesn’t sleep in the same space as you. you have no issue sharing spaces with others, but it just means you have extra work to carry out while running your business.

and when you had the pleasant conversation of:

“are you homeless?”

“why, i am a wanderer! a wanderer of the lands, the air, the streets—”

“so you’re homeless.”

“ehe…”

you ended up letting him stay until he found himself a place of his own.

now. one would think that since you’re providing him a place to stay, free of charge, he would be rather chill and compliant towards you, right?

wrong.

not a single day goes by where you wake up in peace anymore. either late in the night or just before your scheduled awakening happens, he’s always up and bright-eyed singing. continuously. non-stop. not only is he a shower singer (which admittedly you don’t mind since the bathroom acoustics make his voice even more pleasant to the ear), but he’s an everywhere singer. literally. there’s not a single spot in the city his voice hasn’t touched, and your home happens to be the most frequented spot.

he also has a tendency to drink a lot, but you’re not all that bothered either (the barista next door sometimes helps you get venti back on his feet after a particularly long day).

yes, sometimes you may be annoyed at him, but it’s not like you ever mean it. it’s nice to have some change for once, and at that point he’d been living with you for a little over four months (just a couple months before the arrival of the twins).

you don’t think you’ve ever done anything to the point he leaves without notice. or, so you thought.

venti, on the other hand, had felt guilty. guilty for suddenly springing his appearance onto you, guilty for not being able to pay you back, guilty for being a burden (though you would vehemently deny such a thing if he were to bring it up). ever since he saw that red-haired bartender helping you quite frequently, he started to think: perhaps you would be better off without him. and ultimately, he made the decision to leave for a bit to try and clear his head.

so when he comes back to you pacing back and forth in front of the door, he isn’t sure what to do — even more so when you rush over to him in a rush of panic upon setting your sights on him.

“where have you been!? were you safe?! why didn’t you tell me beforehand you would leave for three weeks?!”

he only blinks, unable to process your words. it isn’t until he feels you plop your head on his shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping you, that he snaps out of his stupor.

“do you know how worried i was when i couldn’t find you…”

ah, he thinks, is this what coming back to a home feels like?

(the flowers seemed to smell sweeter than he remembered on that particular night.)

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you meet up with your partner, but they see you wearing someone else’s clothes! (part 2!)

zhongli, ayato, diluc, & albedo (separate) x gn reader

(also a bit of kaeya)

zhongli

he’s not the sort of man who would jump to the worst possible conclusions

he would take the time to ask you how you suddenly got that new oversized coat that clearly wasn’t with you this morning when you left the house 🤨

you looked a little too comfy… do you like the coat that much?

“darling, that looks a little too big on you. i don’t recall you or i owning that sort of coat… where did you get it from?”

he is displeased to hear that one of your male coworkers is the one who gifted that piece of apparel to you.

he takes a second to compose his thoughts, not wanting to sound like a very possessive man.

“love, please don’t misunderstand. you look lovely in that, it’s just… i’d rather you not wear anything that another man gave you.”

you understand his concern immediately and you promise him that you’ll give the coat back to its previous owner tomorrow.

zhongli is pleased to hear that, and offers to accompany you to your workplace tomorrow,

“they all need to know that you are already taken, after all. if you keep accepting gifts from these random men, they might think you are interested. i can’t let that happen now, can i?”

the next day, zhongli stuck by your side the entire time, he’s making it very clear that you already have someone you’re dedicated to, and that someone is zhongli himself.

kamisato ayato

this man is probably a little too preoccupied with his work to even notice 😰

you wanted to prank him a bit, just so he’d pay a little more attention to you… even for just a few minutes…

you sneakily borrow thoma’s headband and put it on yourself… now to start pestering ayato to get a reaction out of him!

you ask him if he needs anything, you tell him that you want to help with any of his work… essentially, you’re kind of acting like a servant that won’t leave his side… just to get him to notice 😰

he’s thankful that you were being so generous… but he hasn’t commented on the headband sitting on your head just yet…

could it be that… he doesn’t care? 😞

your thoughts were denied, as ayato put away all his work and faced you.

“apologies my dear, but i know all about that little plan of yours. quite the adorable attempt, but unfortunately… i can see right through you.”

… what does he mean by that? he already knew?

he finally takes a long good look at you, grabs your face gently and takes the headband off your head.

“as if something like this would faze me. i already know how loyal you are, and i trust you wholeheartedly. but still, a prank like this? heh… you’re so cute.”

diluc ragnvindr

he’s very particular about the gifts he gives you, so he can recognize right away when you’re wearing a necklace that wasn’t given to you by him.

he would initially think that you just bought it for yourself, but the other possibility being that some other random person gave it to you is bothering him quite a bit.

“that’s a lovely necklace. where did you get it?”

you tell him that it was actually a gift from one of the customers in his tavern, you honestly didn’t think much of it.

diluc starts asking more questions, who was that customer? why did you accept it so easily? did you know that customer personally?

you start to get a little overwhelmed with how forward his questions were starting to get, but suddenly he asserts,

“i can get you an even better one. throw that thing away, got it?”

this angers you a little bit, you scold your boyfriend for saying such an insensitive thing. i mean… throw away such a harmless gift?

“you’re right. sorry. my emotions got the better of me. i admit, perhaps i was just a little… jealous.”

you were shocked to hear him admit that, but you couldn’t help but laugh at his adorable confession.

well, he should have just said that right from the start! you instantly understand and consider his feelings.

you take off the necklace and put it away. you promise him that you won’t wear it anymore, but it’s too much of a waste to throw it away. you decide to give the necklace to one of your friends instead.

in the end, diluc really did gift you a much more extravagant and lovely necklace to make up for his somewhat rude comment earlier.

albedo

you were out on dragonspine to investigate strange activity on the mountains. this was originally a mission for albedo only, yet as his partner, you insisted to join him.

it came as a surprise to both of you when suddenly you encounter the cavalry captain, kaeya.

he says he’s also on a mission here in dragonspine, but he asks if it is alright for him to join you and albedo, for safety purposes.

the three of you get deeper into the mountains, and the atmosphere suddenly got much colder. you are not as experienced, so you struggle to keep up with albedo and kaeya.

kaeya noticed it first, and goes back to check on you. he asks if you’re alright, and if you need to head back.

you say that you’re alright and that you want to continue helping albedo, but the cold is holding you back.

kaeya understands, and wraps his scarf around your neck with no ill intent, he just wanted to help you, because you were almost turning blue from freezing!

albedo finally notices that you were gone, but unfortunately he had witnessed the interaction between you and kaeya, and felt a twinge of frustration. he makes his way over to you both in a rather rapid pace.

“kaeya. thank you for taking care of my partner. but i can take over from here, please take your scarf back. i would like to be the only one who takes care of my significant other.”

he’s as calm mannered and reserved as ever, but his words aimed at kaeya felt a little cold-blooded.

“sigh… beloved, why didn’t you tell me? we could have taken a rest at a nearby camp. don’t push yourself like this ever again. i would hate it if i didn’t know until it was too late. also… i don’t want another man being the one to care for you, alright?”