Random Quotes I Wrote While Crying About A Game At 3am And The Genshin Character That Said It;

Sleeping with the Villains

Request: My request idea that popped in my head was I haven’t seen a story of shigaraki’s or dabi’s impression of them sleeping nude/naked with their S/O. I was wondering what their thoughts would be? I wouldn’t mind it if it was both sfw and nsfw:)🤸‍♀️

It can either be headcanoan or a fic. you can choose which one suits best for you to compose. 💕 💕 💕

Word Count: 1.5K each

A/N: I went for a more sfw vibe(‾◡◝)

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Dabi:

His skin is rough, calloused and burned, and even if he is clean, the scent of ash overtakes that of milk and honey. Dabi is scarred, his body in deep purple patches that are pieced together with staples and on a good day, he can ignore the the pain, can push past it and focus on how soft your hand is compared to his, he can focus on you, rather than the way that that his clothes catches over his skin and pulls on the grooves and the burns. On the harder days, he has to push himself out of bed before you can wake. He has to bite down on the pain that screams for him to collapse, and he’ll swallow pain medication and drink the pain away before you can wake. He is a man ready to explode at any given minute, and he will refuse to do that in front of you.

He wears a loose fitting shirt and sweats that makes it unbearably hot and when he walks into the bedroom that he shares with you, you’re undressed. He grins at you and even if his skin does ache, he can’t deny you, and he can’t deny himself. If you want him now, he’ll give himself to you in a painful and horrible way to keep you by his side.

“I didn’t realize we were going to fuck tonight,” he says, a thin smile on his lips as he sits beside you on the bed. “You should have told me, I would've dolled myself up.” He teases, but he’s serious. He wants to be made pretty for you, to have you look at him and ignore the scars that decorate his face and his body. When you roll your eyes and shake your head, your hand curved over his untarnished skin, he deflates.

“It’s not that,” you tell him with a laugh. You mov to sit fully on the bed, your legs crossed and he’s unable to keep his eyes off of you.

He raises his brows, and his eyes are focused on the swell of your stomach, soft and full, and he hates that he wants to touch you. To simply let his body drape over you and keep you under him. “It’s not?” He asks, his throat already beginning to close and when he catches your eyes, he flashes a smile- awkward and tense. “Then what is it?”

Your hand moves slowly away from him, and even though he is warm, the fire inside of him unending and all consuming, he is cold without you. He watches as your hand falls to cup over your calves. “I just want to sleep naked with you.” He must have given you a bewildered look because when you laugh, you go to hold his hands. “You heard me,” you lilt, something so sweet on your tongue that it makes him ache.

“Why?” He’s done it before with you. Sticky skin against sticky skin, your chest rising and falling, his body shaking in the afterglow of sex as you kiss his chest. But it was always that, always after sex when you both slept naked together. Why now? Why without clothing? And even when he’s dressed, he feels so bare.

“Dabi,” you call his name and it’s like sin that slips past your lips. Your hand rises slowly to cup the side of his face and he hates how you can read him like an open book. He hates how vulnerable he’s become when he’s around you. “I just want to sleep with you. Nothing more and nothing less, honey.”

Honey. What a sweet thing to call him. A nickname that is given and told with love and admiration, and he knows who he is. Thirty people is how many he’s killed. His skin is purple and falling apart on him. He is ash and smoke, and at any second, he will fall apart. No matter where you touch, he is scarred; your touch is something so delicate and painful against his neck that he leans into it, desperate for the pain, but desperate for the touch that you are so willing to give him.

“Me too?” He asks, his clothing pulling taut against his scars and when you nod, a soft, inaudible plea on your lips, he can’t deny you. He can’t rid himself of his clothes quick enough, and yet, he takes them off softly as if he were taking off a bandaid.

Your hands replace his and when you lean over him, your chest is in his face and if it were any other time, if he were less broken than he is now, he’s sure he would have joked and teased. He’s sure that he would have used sex to distract you from seeing him. You’ve seen him before and yet, it is never enough. It’s never his skin, it’s never him, it’s a ghost of who he should be- coy and charming. Yet, here he is, having you helping him remove his clothing because if he were to do it, he'd never be bare in front of you. He’d rather burn once more than to ever have you truly see how he appears.

He is a man of many faults and when you kiss his lips, his scarred and rough bottom lip pressed against yours, he pushes you down to the bed and hovers above you. Your hands hold him tenderly, keeping him together, and you smile at him. There are tears in your eyes and he wonders if he’d match you in another lifetime. The fear. The adoration. The way that despite being above you, he’s unable to breathe properly. He can’t stand it. It’s all so horrific in a way he never thought could be real. He lays on the bed, his body vulnerable to you and your ridicule and when he looks at you, he gives you sad eyes, expecting for your face to twist once you realize who you’ve allowed to touch you.

The air is cold, and his staples are warm, and he is bare. Fear has taken over, and it’s chosen to stay, to his his eyes follow as you look at him, and when you raise your hand, letting it hover over his scarred skin, he can feel it and it’s excruciatingly painful and something that he has craved for far too long.

“Honey,” you call him, your hand curving over the crown of his head and running past his hair. You say it so dolefully that he has to shake his head and even then, your smile is one that lacks it’s usual shine.

“It’s nothing,” your name is a whisper against his lips and it’s a sin for him to say something like that. “Just-” he pauses, he doesn’t want you to stop touching him, but he also doesn’t want you to look at him. He swallows and wraps his hand around your wrist. “Do you mind just laying beside me?”

It’s pitiful. Pathetic and everything bad that he’s ever been told. He can’t stand you looking at him when he can’t feel. When he isn’t supposed to feel a thing. And yet, your lips press against his and he can taste the mint on your tongue, and he lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes tightly as you rest carefully beside him.

“Dabi,” you call him and it sends a shiver down his spine when the thin blanket is placed over the both of you. He hums in response, unable to trust his voice at the very moment. “For what it’s worth,” your breath is cool against his shoulder, “I think you’re beautiful.” He can’t help the ugly and snarky laugh that slips past his throat in some cruel joke. You ignore the mean sound and continue, your hand soft on his body. “I wouldn’t dream of ever leaving you. I think I’m too attached to ever believe that I could find someone else. You’re the best that I’ll ever come across, and I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’ll never grow tired of you.”

When you’re asleep, your name having left his lips in a mantra, he lets out a shaky breath. His face burns and he’s glad that he can’t cry. He’s glad he rid himself of that emotion. He’d never forgive himself if he cried because of you. He’d never forgive himself for being so attached to you. He holds you close and the ceiling is blurry. You’re warm in the ways that remind him of something once lost and found. You are something that he will never forget and will never forgive himself for invading your life. Sleeping bare with you was much more than nude, it was vulnerability to let you touch him and see him as him. He turns his head and kisses your forehead. “I hope that when you look at me, you know that I’m sorry.” His voice is weak and he can’t breathe, but he’s by your side and when he wakes up, he wants you to still be there.

Shigaraki Tomura:

His reflection is whole- the mirror before him clean and free of anything that would distort him. With an exposed chest, his shirt is on the sink counter, and he stands in front of the mirror shirtless, observing his body as if he had never seen it before. Tomura raises a careful hand, letting it ghost over his stomach where scars of all shapes and sizes are etched upon his body. The scars are soft, stretched skin that feels almost false under his own, the edges ragged and tickling against the tips of his fingers. He’s never had the luxury of taking a moment to stop and watch his own body, to trace over the imperfections and feel them. It’s so foreign that it makes his anxious, worry bubbling in his stomach that when you call his name, he pulls his hand away from himself, taking a step away from the mirror, recoiling as if his reflection would reach out and trap him there.

He’s never been one to be ashamed of himself, to let the words of others affect him. Time and time again, he’s been told of how awful he looks, reminded of how he’d look better if just a few things were changed about him, and in the end, he’s never cared about any of those comments. He never put his worth on his physical appearance, and that was fine for him. Still, when he sees himself he can find his own flaws, the remarks that people make, and when he sees you, he can’t find any of those. The shirt is grabbed, held tightly in his hands that he has to lift a finger, because old habits die hard.

The door closes behind him and he sees you sitting on the bed, the blanket pulled up towards the chest, gripped in your fists as you hold it close, giving him a tentative smile. Your shoulders are bare, your collarbones exposed, and with his own torso exposed, he clears his head and turns towards the door, almost hoping for an interruption but so scared that someone other than you would see him like this- scars and all.

“You’re not wearing anything,” he presumes, turning back to you, a soft shade of pink blooming on his chest and slowly creeping upwards. “I uh-” he clears his throat even if there is nothing there- “should I do the same?”

You laugh and it’s so sweet, so light and airy, that it reminds him of the first time he shared cotton candy with you. It’s a memory that he pushes away when you drop the blanket and even if he’s seen you in much more passionate ways, he still averts his eyes.

“Only if you want,” you tell him and it makes something inside of him switch, to follow the implication of a command and shed his clothing.

His shirt falls into a puddle of fabric and he steps over it, his steps quick as he goes to the bed that he shares with you. The edge of the bed presses against his thighs and he can’t seem to rid himself of his sweats quick enough, sliding them off until they pool around his ankles. He’s breathless, looking down at himself, his hands hooked over the waistband of his briefs and when he blinks, your hands are over his.

“Usually sex is a lot more fun than this,” he jokes, lifting his head and giving you a ghost of smile that quickly disappears.

“It is,” your voice airy. “But-” your knuckles are now pressed his hips and you lower them slightly, your hands cool against his warm skin- “it’s not about sex tonight.” His boxers join the pool of fabric that is around his ankles and he quickly removes his socks, climbing into bed as you back away to make space for him.

“No?” He whispers, leaning towards you, his hands on either side of your thighs as you sit on your legs. “What a shame,” he says, leaning his head onto your chest, his ear pressed against your beating heart. Your hands curve over the top of his head and he pushes himself further into you when you click your tongue.

It’s quiet for a moment and he can’t bring himself to ruin the silence, to move away from you, even if his arms are starting to tire from holding himself up. Your hand is over him, parting through his silver hair and his ears burn with every touch.

“Tomura?” He hums in response, pushing himself further into you. He doesn’t want for the moment to be ruined. He wants to stay here, uncomfortable and sore, and safe and held. He wants to be in your arms. “How about we lie down, okay?” Your hand leaves the crown of his head and when you pull away, he’s left chasing after you, trying to follow your warmth and reclaim it.

The blanket is pulled, held open for you and him, and in it, is warmth. In it, is you that looks at him so tenderly, the corners of your eyes crinkled and the little fat in your cheeks pushing upwards as you smile at him. He’s clumsy and quick, and he doesn’t care if he seems desperate to get under the covers with you, but it’s all that he wants. He just wants to be beside you.

His hand aches, and his arms are sore, and he’s beside you, his face against your chest as he holds you close to him. It truly is just lying beside you, it’s nothing more, simply being bare in front of you with the distraction of sex to occupy you or him, and it’s horrific. Your hand starts from his neck, past scars trembling under your touch that leads him to hold his breath, taking in one last breath that fills his lungs with the sweet aroma of your body wash and cream. Your hand lowers, tracing over the scars that are wrapped around his arms, coiled and pressed and whispers your name. It stops you for a moment, but when he says nothing else, devoid of breath, his lungs burning and throat tight, your hand continues to press and massage over the scars, each gentle nudge bringing forward the reminder of who he is and when his hands clamps around your arms, free of the mangled scars that are his, he lets out a mix of a whine and cry. He doesn’t know what it is that you are doing, but it hurts and he’s so desperate for the comfort that he fails to register as your hand glides down and flutters over his side, where a scar is large against him, wrapping around his side and fading once it reaches towards his stomach. It’s an odd sensation, different from his. Yours feels as if it really is a ghost that is pressing against him, something so light and foreign that it’s as if you had never touched him before.

“Does it ever hurt?” You ask, and he can feel the press of your thigh against his.

“Yes,” he breathes, unable to lie to you. What is it about you that ruins him, that makes him so weak and willing to tell you whatever it is that you want to hear. He’d bow before you, plead at the mercy of you for just a simple smile.

“Am I hurting you?” You ask and when you press down, the small shift of weight making his gasp out, he hisses out his answer.

“Yes,” he confesses. Your hand starts to lift away from him and he holds it down, his own scarred hand holds yours. “Please, don’t stop,” he asks of you and when he pulls away his eyes burn and yours look so sad and he can’t have that. He can’t have you look at him, and he can’t bear to see you so sad.

Tomura presses his lips against yours, the kiss wet and shaky and it’s more of him needing you than it is of him just wanting to kiss you. He pulls you close, his nails dragging against your soft skin and there’s this aching part of him that doesn’t want to let up for breath, he’d be happy to die there with you, his lips on yours, and yours on his. His heart echoes in his ears and beats against his ribcage like a bird with too big of wings trapped in a cage. Your hands curve around his neck, and it’s different. It isn’t a gnawing sense of pain and itch, it’s not muddled clarity that makes his stomach twist; it is simply you and your touch that keeps him grounded. He’s gasping and when he finally pulls away, gasping for breath and looking at you through half lidded eyes, he sees you smiling back at him, your chest rising and dipping and he is still with you.

“I’m still here,” you say as if you could have heard his worries. Your hand cups his chest and moves to tangle into his hair. “Whatever you want of me, I’ll give it to you.” It’s something that he will hold you to and when you press your lips against his in a fleeting kiss, he’s left wanting more.

haha I wrote Todoroki x reader fanfiction

Summary: You call Todoroki to ask him out on a date and it completely catches him off guard! He doesn’t know what to think of your feelings but luckily his friends are there to give him some encouragement.

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Todoroki fished his phone out from his pocket when he felt it vibrating. He didn’t usually get calls this late unless it was from his father, so he was surprised to see it was you who was calling him. Was something wrong? You had never called him before.

Excusing himself from the table, he stepped a few feet away, ignoring the questions and stares from his friends. Surely you had to be calling for a reason. He hasn’t known you for very long, but you didn’t seem like the type of person to call for no reason.

He pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Ah Todoroki? It’s y/n. Are you busy right now? I have a question for you”. You sounded fine. Nothing sounded out of the ordinary, although you did sound a bit rushed. Whatever it was must have been important. He wondered if there was something urgent you needed him for, like a patrol call that went wrong.

During your work-study together, you always took things head-on. Any challenge Endeavor threw your way, you embraced, even if you didn’t succeed the first time. It was something he found admirable. So this strange change in behavior worried him.

“No, I’m not busy. Is something wrong?” He asked.

“Oh, no!” You paused for a moment, “well, I was just wondering if you wanted to come…do something with me on one of your days off. That is if you aren’t busy.”

Do something? You must mean for all of you at the Endeavor agency to “do something”. You, him, Bakugo, and Midoriya almost always stayed late after Endeavor had finished with work for the day. Usually, it resulted in a late-night convenience store run or stretching together, but you all had fun. You could be found laughing and talking together while on patrol or doing exercises. It was nice to have another friend.

“I'm not doing anything but I would have to ask Bakugo and Midoriya their schedules. I can give you their numbers if you want or I can ask them for you.” Shoto responded.

“No, that’s it’s okay. I really meant you and me. You know, like a date…let’s go on a date.” You said. There was no hesitation in your voice. It sent a shock to his system. He was under the impression that there would be some shyness, like what he had seen when watching movies with his classmates. Yet, there was no embarrassment at being left to explain your feelings so plainly because he couldn’t figure it out.

Shoto could feel his face heating, the one cheek more so than the other, but each side was warm nonetheless.

oh…Oh!….

By “do something” you had meant do something with him- just him!

“Ummm…I- umm….” Why couldn’t he say anything! All he had to do was give you an answer and yet it felt like he had both too many thoughts in his head and none at all. He took the phone and shifted it to his other ear, trying to buy himself just a few more moments. “I will have to make sure I have nothing else going on.” Shoto wasn’t sure what he was saying. It felt like his mouth was moving all on its own.

Why did he feel like this? Why did he feel so…he couldn’t even put a word to it. Being at such a loss for words, made him nervous.

He looked over his shoulder at his friends. For what reason, he wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like any of them could help. None of them knew what was going on, but maybe it would jog some sort of coherent thought. Or maybe one of them would notice and come help him think of what to say so he wouldn’t have to stand here lost in thought.

Suddenly, Shoto snapped his head forward when he heard you sigh. Even over the phone, he could sense your bittersweet tone. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not.

“I can text you what time I’m free.” He blurted out. The thought of you being disappointed in his previous response stirred something in him. He didn’t even mean to say that.

You hummed in response. “Just let me know I suppose. I’m free all day tomorrow so you can just text or call me when you wake up.”

Shoto nodded, then told you he would make sure to let you know when he realized you couldn’t see him.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to whatever you were doing. Have a Goodnight.”

“Yes. You as well” As he pressed the ‘end call’ button, he felt a rush of emotions hit him.

He had never thought someone could be interested in him, but now he has a date.

Originally, the whole point of coming to U.A, of interning with his own father, was just to become strong enough to be number one. There was no need for friends or love interests. But suddenly that all changed, with just one phone call! It was so overwhelming to the point where it felt like he had visible heat coming off his cheek.

As Shoto went back to his seat, he decided he would need to give the whole situation some serious thought. His internal monologue was interrupted though.

“So who called you? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Midoriya asked between bites of food, smiling the whole time.

“It was y/n.”

“Oh? It’s not like her to call. What did she want to talk to you about?” Midoriya finished with his food, putting the utensils across his bowl.

“Probably her shitty anime again. She’s been on about it for weeks” Bakugo scoffed, eyeing his teammates from across the table. “I don’t understand how you two listen to her yammer on about that crap! It’s not even that good” he whips his head around to Kirishima as the boy to his left scolds him for an ‘unmanly’ attitude.

“Lighten up dude, isn’t she your friend? Deku says you guys hang out after your work-study all the time. I’m kinda jealous. I wish I had a hottie at my work-study, all I get is useless Mineta…” Kaminari’s attitude suddenly sours at the thought of working with dumb stupid Mineta. “Seriously, he totally sucks. Anyways, back to the real conversation, we should be having, what’s a girl calling Todoroki for?” Kaminari points his finger at Shoto, grinning from ear to ear.

They all look towards him. He can feel his mind drawing a blank again. This feels so embarrassing but he can’t exactly explain why. Maybe he’s imagining it. Or maybe it’s because he isn’t really sure why you called. It was to ask him on a date, but he doesn’t understand why you would want to go on a date in the first place.

“She asked me on a date.” Shoto tries to respond with an even tone. He doesn’t want to let on just how unsure he really is. Not yet at least.

There’s a heavy silence between the five of them for a few moments.

There’s too many “a date?” “Who wants to go on a shitty date with you” “Dude how?” “What? You mean- how” for him to process how to respond. So he settles for, “She just asked to do something. Why is that so shocking?”

It’s Kaminari that takes the lead in interrogating him. “She just called and asked you?”

Todoroki nodded.

“Just straight up Said “hey Todoroki let’s go on a date.’ On a Friday night. No confession after patrol. No weird love note. Nothing.”

“Yes. That’s basically what happened”

Kaminari sat there for a few moments, staring dumbfounded. “…that’s so hot.”

“Dude! Don’t say stuff like that! It’s weird when we don’t even know her.” Kirishima shoved Kamimari’s shoulder as he spoke. However, they could all see the flush on his cheeks.

A woman who was so willing to put her heart on the line, willing to be blunt yet vulnerable, it was so manly but in a feminine way. It nearly drove Kirishima to tears.

“Oh so I can’t call her hot but Kirishima can say all this weird Shakespeare stuff-“

“Would you two shut up?! You both sound stupid!” Bakugo barked at them. He huffed and pushed his plate away from himself. “It’s not like she confessed her undying love or something. She just asked him out on a date. Y/ns has always been pretty blunt. “

“Kacchan’s right” Midoriya spoke up [shoto can hear a faint ‘don’t fucking call me that’ somewhere in the background]. “She really is blunt. Not in a mean way though!” He was quick to qualify his statement, not wanting to sound offensive or mischaracterize her. “I mean- it’s a nice change of pace sometimes. She’s pretty open when you ask her about how she thinks or feels, so I’m not really surprised. Did you not know how she felt Todoroki?” Midoriya moved in his chair as he spoke, almost fully facing him now. He was just so excited for his friend.

“It’s kinda fitting isn’t it?”

“What do you mean, Midoriya?” Shoto asked curiosity peaked by the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, the both of you are similar in some aspects. It’s funny, isn’t it? You’ve already got similar quirks, so it makes sense you would work well together. But then you’ve got similar personality traits also. You’re both straightforward- Todoroki more than y/n- hardworking, kind, although y/n tends to be more extroverted than you maybe that would only enhance your personalities more-“

“God damn Deku, you wanna be more creepy or what?” Bakugo sneers. “You’re gross when you do that kind of shit.”

Shoto smiled to himself, laughing a little as Midoriya’s face went bright, from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. Bakugo had a way of calling him out. Even if it wasn’t always nice, it was funny to watch sometimes.

“I’m just saying! We should all be happy for our friend! Y/n is a nice girl and they could be a really good couple” Midoriya looked to all of them, silently pleading that they would be supportive and not weird. A few of them slowly nod in agreement.

“Yeah” Kaminari leans in towards the middle of their group, reaching over Kirishima so everyone could hear him despite his hushed tone, “plus she’s hot. I saw that photo spread she did with Miruko over summer break. Damn what a bo-“

He freezes mid-thought as the four of them send him dirty looks.

“You never stop do you?”

“You’re being as bad as Mineta right now”

“Come on Kaminari have some tact”

Shoto sighs. He appreciated his friends trying to help but he still felt strange about the whole situation.

“What should I tell her? I said I would let her know if I was busy.” He interrupts their commotion, asking for their advice on what to do.

“So you didn’t say yes?” Kirishima raises an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to go?”

The question catches Shoto off guard. How was he supposed to know if he wanted to go on a date or not?

“I’m not sure.”

“Well do you like her?” Bakugo interjects.

“Yes.”

“Do you like her enough to go do stupid shit with her? Like see a movie or, I don’t know what’s something gross girls like…go to dinner?”

[“Bakugo, everyone goes to dinner” “fuck off it’s different when girls want you to go. You have to like…try”]

Shoto looks down at his hands in his laps. He does like you. You’re very kind to him. You’re very supportive of his training and always encourage him to be better. But you don’t just praise him because he’s the son of Endeavor or a top student from U.A., there’s a genuine connection that comes from your time working together. And you both have some things you can talk about, like hobbies and interests. Unlike Bakugo, he doesn’t mind listening to you talk about shows or books you like. It’s fun to watch you be passionate. So…maybe going to a movie wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yes. I think so. I suppose…I’ll give her a callback tomorrow then.”

izuku midoriya thinks it's the cutest thing in the goddamn world when you ramble. he can listen to you talk for fucking hours. and he just sits there, writing it down in the notebook of his mind with love struck eyes and a dreamy expression on his freckled face.

katsuki bakugou is the type that's all "stay the hell out of my kitchen" at first, but when you share an eagerness to learn he can't help but love the idea of teaching you. calloused hands guiding you through slicing an onion and reminding you to curl in the tips of your fingers so you don't cut them.

when shouto todoroki is finally comfortable enough to tell you the details of his childhood, the nitty gritty and ugly parts of it that he doesn't ever really tell anyone there's a weight lifted off his chest and he can finally breathe again. he never knew what it was like to not be weighed down by the past and all he can think is that your demons live in him too and the world doesn't feel so lonely anymore.

denki kaminari is so surprised the first time he finally gets the courage to kiss you he accidentally shocks you; hair stranding up wildly and you feel like you just pressed your lips to a dryer sheet. He's embarrassed, cheeks and nose turning a bright shade of red that even reaches to the tips of his ears but he can't help but sigh when you laugh and lean in for another one.

keigo takami is nothing short of flattered the first time you walk up to him and ask him to take you flying. something strange happens to his heart; feeling like it's much too big for his chest when he looks at the way you're nervously twisting your hands in front of you. But the pure joy, the elated way you look at him when you realize you can touch clouds.

PDA WITH THE GENSHIN BOYS.

genre. fluff, modern and boyfriend au cw. none. pairings. xiao, kazuha, zhongli, childe x gn!reader.

all rights reserved to me. do not repost, translate or steal.

— xiao

no. yes??? absolutely not.

the moment your hand grazes his?? stops in the middle of wherever you’re walking literally like he was frozen in time

its the first time you see any other expression in his features and of course its just the biggest look of disapproval

buttttttt as much as he says he hates pda and how much he actually genuinely quite literally does…..

he loves it. like in his head, in his own sad and bitter looking mental world, its like the sun after a rainy day.

did i mention you’re the only person that can make him believe hes actually worth something

thats exactly why hes in love with u i dont make the rules he’s absolutely smitten

he lets you keep holding his hand and keep the disapproving “i dont wanna be here” look on his face

— kazuha

yes yes yes

you dont even have to initiate it he holds your hand everywhere.

like literally everywhere, except the bathroom obviously because hes a gentleman (cant say the same for the fatui version of ed sheeran??)

his hand grasps yours and its like a burst of energy flows through him and he opens his mouth to spur out a corny poem he had came up with on the spot

also kisses. he luvs them. even if you gave him the sloppiest wettest kiss on the forehead he’d still ( ◠‿◠ )

and he’d ask for one more while we’re on the topic

— childe

…..here go again

im gonna say what we all know

childe is literally literally like a cat getting pet by its owner he embraces that shit like its rhe only thing on earth he was put here to do

he loves all forms of pda

hand holding kissing…. and most importantly hugging.

i dont mean any type of hugging

the moment you find yourself in public theres a six foot one lanky ginger with his arms around your middle and his head in the crook of your neck

you’ve been dating for HOW long??? and he still manages to make you flustered like you just met him whenever he back hugs you

he loves kissing your jaw too just to tease because he’s the biggest little shit in teyvat

— zhongli

if he was real i wouldnt know how to act oh my god

the most gentlemanly gentleman

he knows how to treat his s/o just ask guizhong

oh wait…..

anyways he’s not NOT a fan of pda but he doesn’t go out of his way to initiate it either

it’s more of like a “grab his hand and give him your best smile” and he always falls right into your trap

he loves kissing your hand.

he loves giving you the most charming smile before kissing your hand he’s absolutely in love with you

he also loves it when you wrap your arms around HIS waist… he walks around like he’s the luckiest man in the world bc to him… because he has you maybe he is

everything that’s wrong with me

plot: you walk in on tartaglia having a meltdown 

warnings: hurt/comfort, but very little comfort, description of self hate (the character, not the reader) 

i listened to god must hate me and nearly made myself cry writing this one

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KISSING YOU BREATHLESS!!

A/n; waaaaaaaaa

Genre; a bit suggestive

Characters; scaramouche, albedo, xiao, diluc, childe, kaeya, ayato x gn! reader

- After a long trip, SCARAMOUCHE misses you, really much. He misses the way you give him hugs everyday before going to work, he misses your smile and your voice. The second he sees you again, he pulls your body close into a long and relentless kiss, arms wrapped completely around your waist.

- You often find ALBEDO eyes glued to your lips, whats so special about them you wonder? One day, when he's busy working on paperwork, you curiously ask, he tilts his head up to find you longingly staring back, he couldn't resist the urge to stand up and pull your face, smashing his lips onto yours.

- XIAO prefers getting intimate with you in private, he doesn't really like show you off to others, but somehow everyone knows you're dating him, maybe it's the visible hickies he left on your neck?

- DILUC will slowly lean down to pepper little kisses on your forehead, making his way to your nose, cheek then your lips, messily making out with you, his kisses are hot, but at the same time gentle.

- CHILDE secretly likes it when you take control, grabbing him by his collar and aggressively make out with him. By the time you pull apart, his face was red, almost passing out, not that he's complaining tho.

- KAEYA often finds himself sneaking his arms around your waist, a sly smile plastered on his face, he doesn't care if it’s in public or private, who would care if they saw two couples making out?

- AYATO tilts your chin to his face then kneels down to capture your lips with his, hungrily savoring every single thing you have to offer, one hand holding your head to pull you in closer, pulling apart taking short second breaks, you could feel his hot breath against your skin.

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𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

ft. albedo, childe, kaeya, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanons, modern au

a/n: hello shawties <33 how is everyone doing today??? enjoy this little thing i made in the middle of trying to study w/ my walnut brain constantly getting brainrots instead of processing studies

→ ALBEDO on weekend mornings would wake up somewhere between 6:30 am to 7. he knows you don't wake up that early so he'll lay down a bit until you start your first yawn of the day. he'll let out a small smile before leaving the bed and wait for you, sitting in the living room reading a book. don't tell anyone but whenever albedo wakes up he's flawless — what's your secret, mr. albedo???

→ CHILDE, from all the exhaustion he'd face during his work would sleep in on weekends. if he's super exhausted, he'd cling on you and won't let you out from the bed. finally waking up he'll start with torturing you with kisses. if he wakes up earlier than you, expect malewife childe to make breakfast in the kitchen for his wonderful and still-very-tired spouse <3

→ KAEYA, much like childe would cling on to you, but not ample. he'll let you off his hands once he feels like it, but all he wants to see is your face basking in the beautiful 9 am sunlight while he strokes your face ;) usually, he'll wake up from friday night whilst he was drunk and sober. yet still looking absolutely gorgeous when he wakes up the next day. how???

→ XIAO would honestly just lay down and watch you sleep (even though his day starts long before the sun rises), and as soon as the sun wakes up, he'll call you yet still get off the bed at the same time as you. he finds you gorgeous when you bask in the 9 am sunlight yet he doesn't really say it. how can someone be so precious yet so scary? god i don't understand xiao sometimes

→ ZHONGLI would literally be right in front of you as soon as you wake up. no matter what the day is, he'll always be waking up right at 5 o clock. pspsp give me your tips zhong he'd give you some tea to start the day as there's no disturbances to well,, disturb you?? but yeah, he'll start the day off saying stories again and again, and his soothing voice'll never get tiring in your eyes~

Cute things they do | Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Takemichi, Chifuyu, Draken, Mikey, Baji, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Ran, Rindou, Kokonoi, Inui, Sanzu, Izana, Wakasa, Shinichiro.

Type: fluff

Warnings: none

Words count: 1,377

There's some domestic thing so think about it with their future self if you want.

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there're any mistakes ♡

Chifuyu - catch your hand when he's excited

He's childish and gets excited over small things. So every time he sees something he likes or wants to do something cool with you, he takes your hand and squeezes, shake it while smiling wildly. He can take a high-pitched voice and get you where he wants without asking twice or letting you answer. You don't mind, it makes you happy to see him like this. If he excuses himself for being brutal, you shut him down with a kiss and tell him that he wasn't and you love him. 

Mikey - stuff his cheeks while eating

He loves to eat so either of you usually invite the other to go out to eat. You don't necessarily eat but he always does and that's the cutest thing to see. He's there, talking about gang stuff that makes him angry or anything while his cheeks are stuff with food. Imagine his face, dead serious, a frown and a dramatic gaze while he talks seriously with his big cheeks? Cute. You can't take him seriously and just laugh a little, still listening to him and humming to show him you are. 

Draken - fix your hair

Fix your hair when you're doing something and it bothers you, like your homework. He's not always with you of course but every time they happen to go in your face and he's here, he tuck them behind your ear for you. Sometimes offers to tie them for you. He also takes the stray hair off your clothes. He likes taking care of you that way. 

Mitsuya - hides his face on your shoulder when he's tired

He'll come to you and just nuzzle his nose in your back when he comes back tired and you're in the kitchen. You don't talk much and wait to see if he wants to or not. But, usually, he just recharges himself like this. He can also take you on his lap so his head can stay on your shoulders while you watch the tv. Hugging you tight against him so he's sure you're not going anywhere. He just found a lot of comfort in this position. 

Takemichi - nose scrunch when he doesn't like something

It happens pretty often to to say the least. Whenever it's about a not that good garde, something he tastes and doesn't like or about the gang : he does that all the time. When he whines about something to you too, so you take great pleasure to boop his nose for him to stop. He'll blush hard if you chuckle on top of it but call him cute and it's long forgotten. 

Kazutora - hide his face with both hands when he laughs

He's the cutest. I don't make the rules. I feel like he'll be shy about his smile and laugh so he covers it. His hands even cover his nose and you can feel your heart exposed cause it's too much for you. You'll hold it dramatically, making him confused but amused. With time, you'll start to take his hands off when he laughs and tell him that he's so pretty that he doesn't need to cover his smile. I'll literally die to make Kazutora feel good about himself my sweet baby 

Baji - love going outside when it's raining

He'll pull you outside without asking twice and make you run through the storm that began outside. People are running around you to find a shelter but he's keeping your hand in his, running while laughing at them. Pure joy is written on his face and you can't help but laugh with him. Yes you'll end up wet to the bones and maybe sick as hell, but it's okay if you can see him that happy. 

Koko - types in the air before actually typing on his laptop

He works a lot but loves to have you near him while doing it. He spends most of his time on his laptop, checking a whole bunch of things that you don't understand at all. Plus you're busy with your own things but you still steal glances from him and always catch him typing in the air when he thinks. Sticking his tongue out is a basic thing for him but seeing him doing both is the best sight. 

Inui - fall asleep on your shoulder, sometimes drool

He loves to hug you from behind or your side when you're working. You keep going on with your studies when he doesn't and he wants to show you that he got your back even if he can't help you. So he stays with you like this for hours till you're done. But he often falls asleep in the process and your shoulder is the best pillow. His deep breath close to your ear doesn't really bother you, but when he drools on your shoulder you can't help but sigh. It doesn't disgust you, just being wet is not the most comfortable thing. You don't mention it when he wakes up anyway. 

Ran - hug pillows

You honestly never expect that so when he steals the pillow on your back to hug it you were like "eh ?" inside. But do not tell it outside and go on with your movie night. It was just so adorable, you were taken aback. Then you notice that he takes a pillow on him even when you just talk, on his lap or his arms without thinking about it. You will fangirl deep down, wanting to hug him and play with his cheeks but he'll never let you. You wanted to be the pillow tho. 

Rindou - check if he has his glasses on

Yeah pretty basic I know but wait, imagine him putting his whole hands in front of his face to check. Like, he's casually writing and then bam two fingers go to his eyes to check if he wears them. He ends up with two dirty prints on his glasses or one in his eye. He'll curse under his breath even tho he's ready to kill himself and wants to say it out loud. When you catch him doing that you laugh so fucking hard like it's the funniest thing ever. He will tell you to shut up. btw I do that

Sanzu - bread smile, like :]

It's a thing he does when he's disappointed or doesn't understand something. He keeps his straight face beside that, it's only his lips that go in a thin line and his cheeks seem suddenly full. His scars make it even cuter. "You okay Haru ?" You'll ask, to know if he needs anything. He usually shakes his head and deals with it alone cause he's a big boy. But you end up helping him often. 

Izana - pulling stray hair when it comes in front of his eyes

You couldn't say you notice this but watching him pulling his hair is just so funny. He looks like an idiot with his eyes focused, looking for that one hair that always leaves the others. A little "ah" always comes out of his mouth when he's done. He doesn't really know you're looking at him when it happens so don't mock him please, he will pout. 

Wakasa - hide you in his Brahman uniform

He comes behind you without you noticing and the next second you can't see. Yes, he does that outside too, to annoy you or keep you warm. He just loves the way you completely disappear in it, it's adorable and you look even shorter. Hug him please, he'll blush and even if you don't see it, you know it. 

Shinichiro - put his shirt inside out in the morning

He gets dressed while being half asleep almost every morning and it's never not funny to see the tag on the top of his back. You're still in bed, under the warm cover when he gets dressed at the end of the bed. His sleepy head and mumbling about how tired he is and don't want to go to work. It's so funny to you : he's always bothered by it. So you slowly get up to wrap your arms around him, kissing his cheek sweetly while hugging him before you say "it's inside out again love." And he'll sigh with all his soul.

It really look alike with the other one but I thought about it so here it is, sorry I'm not the most original person ever. I was thinking about an another one but I finished this first

For Sanzu, I actually thought of Jaehyun in nct and thinking about this with his scars lslslss adorable

nicknames — genshin impact

summary: if any at all, what are the different nicknames genshin impact men would call you??

characters: ayato, zhongli (i love these two, geo gramps came home so <3), diluc and childe.

warnings: fluff, fluff, wholesome and nice fluff, some hints of possessiveness here and there, nicknames duh. also this was written before ayato’s release so beware of the ooc-ness!

author’s note: y'all drop nothing in my inbox for requests so here’s this. you’re welcome.

AYATO would definitely and absolutely go with a nickname that lowkey gets on your nerves. he somehow gets a kick out of the exasperated sigh that leaves your mouth whenever the irritating endearment is caught by your ears. things like “squirrel” and “sweetcakes” are definitely his favourites because whenever he’s stressed out from all his works as a clan head and the yashiro commisioner, he calls you out in these cringey af names as loud as he can, so loud that all the seven nations and celestia might hear. when you asked him how in the name of the archons did he come up with it, he just said that your cheeks looked like a squirrel’s when you were stuffing them with the cake he bought for you and boy when i say that you get the worst case of cringey secondhand embarrasment upon yourself whenever he says it, but you can’t blame him, your reaction is too adorable! other times, however, when you’re not in the best of moods or had had a very exhausting day or when the tiredness gets the very best of him, he’d put his own mischief aside and engulf you in a very soothing embrace, whispering all sorts of comfort to you in the most gentle possible voice whilst calling you “my darling” and never once did you leave his embrace with any spot of negativity in you.

“how do you do today, my fair squirrel? WAIT COME BACK I’LL STOP CALLING YOU THAT!!”

“hm…? ah… it’s you, darling. come, the night is still young… would you care for some tea? it seems that you have much to tell… pardon? a hug? you know that you never need ask, right?”

CHILDE would go ahead and use something that lets every person in a 5000 mile radius know that you’re taken. give or take, he’d be lowkey possessive and being honestly, it either ends up with you getting a stomach spasm with how you laughed or your cheeks feeling like every pyro vision had been pressed against them. say you’re out shopping with him (and you confirm that this happens more times than is legal) and some person looks at you any way that would be classified as “funny” or “inappropriate” in his mindest, or archons forbid, if they try and to get touchy feely with you and you yourself don’t like it, he would be behind or beside you faster than you’d seen paimon dashing for food. then, he’d casually wrap an arm around your waist or across your shoulders and look in the other direction while saying in the clearest possible voice, “doesn’t that shop make weapons? i was thinking of getting my arrows sharpened. c'mon, sweetheart, let’s check it out. and you were thinking of getting a sword, weren’t you? i think that shop has a good variety, babe.” or something like that. he’d always make sure to get at least three or five nicknames in. hey, don’t blame him. he knows you’re perfect, and he doesn’t want to be sharing that with anyone. he also likes to call you “partner” when you both are sparring (you cannot tell me that you don’t spar when being with this man right here istg). it makes him feel satisfied and complete. and besides, it’s most fitting for someone who is you! you’ve been with him and beside him through the hardest possible things, agreeing to do basically everything he pleads you to (not that you didn’t enjoy the shenanigans he got up to with you), that makes you both partners-in-crime and partners-for-life, doesn’t it?

“come on, partner, that all you got?! you’re making this too easy, wanna lose the bet and kiss me that bad, huh? oh yeah? put your money where your mouth is, let’s how long you’ll last, sweetie.”

DILUC . thinks that your name is the most beautiful and endearing thing that will ever leave his mouth, even if he’d never let kaeya poke into his opinions on you, who manages to capture the eye and heart of the stoic red haired man. more often than not at all, he’ll call you “love,” but that will be behind closed doors and when you’re both alone with each other. it’s not that he’s embarrased and ashamed is something he will never ever be when he’s with you. quite the opposite, actually. he cherishes you, he loves you, because the feeling of warmth, of home, of gentle and accepting love, he didn’t realise how much he needed it, how much he craved it until you came into his life. that’s exactly the reason why he doesn’t quite like a nickname, he just thinks that your name, the name of the person whom he could show his worst to and not have to have his true emotions sealed away behind that placid mask of gentlemanly indifference with, is the very perfect one for you, there’s no other title, or alias or reference that can match up to that. it’s a very beautiful name, and somehow rolls of his tongue just right. whenever he thinks of it, your bright grinning face over some dessert or your embarrased sputtering when he gifts you something that you’d consider off the charts expensive flashes through his mind, leaving the streets of mondstadt gawking at the sight of the diluc ragnvindr of dawn winery smiling, was the world to end tomorrow?

“hm..? what is it? your hands are cold… well, that’s what you get for not listening to me when i asked you to go bring a pair of gloves because it would be cold tonight, [name]. mine will be too big for you, well… would you like to hold my hand, then?”

ZHONGLI stands on the very pinnacle of being a gentleman and he makes sure to let you know how precious and irreplaceable you are to him, and so the a quite frequent yet heart-touching nickname he calls you is “beloved.” it became a very frequent word to leave his mouth, so much so that it had become instinct for him to refer to you as such. he completely and utterly adores your name, don’t get it wrong, he loves how aesthete it is and how easily it slips off of his tongue, but calling you his “beloved” seems so much more fitting to just show how much you meant to him, who had spent millenia and after millenia alone and constantly loosing dear people. more often than not, though, you might catch him calling you “dearest.” the sheer affection that the name comes laced in never fails to make your heart and brain go haywire. you didn’t know how simple words that meant very little when said by other people would become one of the best things you ever would look forward to hearing when it came from him. one of the particular moments he remembers that relate to his was when he had a purposeful slip of tongue while you both were travelling across the minlin region, just for a getaway from the busy life you both lived. you were just about to fall into slumber’s welcoming arms, when he leant over and unexpectedly whispered into your goddamn ear “sweet dreams to you, my fairest.” and zhongli himself didn’t know what he found more adorable, your aflamed visage or your 2 minute late reaction.

“good afternoon, beloved, should we head to xinyue kiosk for lunch? i’ve heard they’ve come out with a particularly interesting dish that has been inspired from inazuman cuisine. hm? oh… mora… it seems i… forgot to take that factor into account.”

“put those papers away, dearest. your work ethic will show no signs of improvement unless you get adequate rest. shall i brew you some tea?”