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Aw, I don’t want to sleep yet, Aether. Wanna keep me company a bit longer? Or… I’ll keep you company?

Hello! <3 I would love to read some cuddling h/c about Venti, Xiao, Childe and Albedo! Whenever you got time, of course!

cuddling with the genshin boys

pairing gn!reader x venti, xiao, childe, albedo

genre fluff

warnings none

synopsis the genshin boys' habits when you cuddle

venti

ehe

in all seriousness, venti will probably giggle at how cute you are when you're in his arms, especially when you fall asleep in them or blush at one of his many overbearing compliments

isn't afraid to brag about you in public... after all, he's a bard and will probably sing all about you in his songs too, even more so when he's completely drunk lol

probably loves to twirl you around in the tavern and make you blush or hook your arms together

whatever form of cuddling you're proposing today, he loves all of it. big or little spoon, whether you're sitting on his lap or not, he doesn't mind as long as he can feel you snuggled up against him

venti has the ability to bring you to his favourite places in all of teyvat; beautiful meadows of flowers, mountaintops with views of entire nations below, shimmering pools and lakes that look surreal, caverns filled with glittering crystalflies

but he'll often bring you to a favourite spot of his under the large tree at windrise, the place where he first met you

lets you lean against his chest or his shoulder as he brings out his lyre, the sweet music filling the otherwise silent air around you, and literally every word he sings is just gushing about how amazing and beautiful he thinks you are

smiles like an idiot if you go out to collect flowers to braid into his hair,,

if you wake up from a nightmare or you're having trouble falling asleep anytime, he'll kneel down next to your fatigued form, lulling you to sleep with that melodious voice of his and the calming notes of the lyre

xiao

at first, he's not used to displays affection or physical touch, he probably hasn't touched another being in a gentle way for as long as he can remember

xiao was a little stiff and awkward the first time you tried to cuddle with him

over time though, he grows to crave the feeling of your touch- why does he look forward to it so much? why does he yearn for the way you hold him?

doesn't have much time during the day to waste because of his duties, but you always manage to pull him into bed at night to cuddle before you attempt to convince him to go to sleep (which he never does bc "adepti don't need sleep" but,, he might just try for you)

always the big spoon. always insists to protect you

secretly loves being held by you though. he's never felt so comforted in someone else's presence. so please hold this poor touch-starved boy. maybe even give him a massage because i know for a fact he's stressed out

he feigns reluctance for cuddling but in all honesty, he's always craving your tenderness and the feeling of holding you

secretly loves it when you run your fingers over his scars or kiss them gently

makes sure his arm is always wound around your waist or wrapped around your wrist or grasping your hand, he has to be holding onto you tightly somewhere. it makes him feel more secure

kisses your forehead when he's feeling brave

when you fall asleep in his arms, he'll cradle you like a precious treasure, and set you down on the sheets ever-so-softly like you're made of glass. afraid that he might be too rough for your fragile mortal body

never lets you go, even if you both end up falling asleep

childe

childe will cuddle you at any time of the day, anywhere in the world. this man is so in love with you and isn't afraid to show it regardless of what the situation is

always has his hands all over you. even in public. will sling his arm around your shoulders whenever he's introducing you to people or intertwine his fingers with yours while you're walking together

in love with the feeling of your skin on his

because he's often away for missions for days or weeks at a time, he always wants to make the most of being with you and will absolutely shower you in his love whenever he has the chance

teases you a little too much. when you think you're just about to get comfortable he'll start prodding at you or tickling you. worst part is, he knows all the spots that make you squirm, and will not hesitate to chase you around the house just to pick you up off the floor, and then carry you back bridal-style

thinks you're absolutely adorable when you protest and always squishes your cheeks together, and then leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. maybe a few more

he loves to stretch out on the couch or the bed so you can lay down on his chest, one arm draped lazily over your body and another twirling a strand of your hair around his fingers

talks his head off around you, he just can't shut up but you adore him and all the stories he tells you about his missions, his family, and snezhnaya and all the things he's planning to do with you in the future

will definitely be the kind to pull you back into bed in the mornings, whining with those endearing blue eyes for you to stay just five more minutes

when you flash him that sleepy smile of yours his heart will melt. he'd do anything just to see you like that on the daily

albedo

like xiao, albedo is usually quite hesitant with physical shows of affection

people might frown at the way you're sitting on him in the library but who honestly cares. he's often busy reading something or sketching or planning his next experiment, but he can't help but give in to you

lets you perch on his lap, his non-dominant arm wrapped around your waist while he scribbles something on a notepad, his chin resting on your shoulder

king of multitasking

will absentmindedly press soft kisses to the back of your neck, his warm breath sending a jolt up your spine, sometimes even letting his hand fall to your thigh

doesn't speak much but you'll know by the way he holds you how much he adores you

albedo is constantly hyper-aware of your feelings, body temperature, whether you're feeling stiff from sitting down too long... etc

he'll drape his coat around your shoulders if he feels you shiver, or put down his work to move you closer to the fireplace, gently rubbing his hands up and down your form to warm you up a bit before leaving to "get you something"

will definitely come back to you with warm drinks or meals (or strange-looking potions that he insists you take)

holds onto your chin gently as he tips your head up to feed you. he will definitely not let you resist his spoon-feeding. he doesn't do it as a joke or to tease you but seriously just wants to take care of you because he knows how the bitter cold of dragonspine can affect humans sometimes

will use the fact that you're cold to cuddle you even more

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RBB & SBB for Dummies

This post is meant to be a concise, chronological explanation of the rainbow bears. It doesn’t go in depth on minute details, but rather shows HUGE clues and how the bears progressed to where they are now and why people link them to Louis and Harry. This is the post you show your friends and family members when they ask why you’re crying at 2 AM.

AGAIN: This post doesn’t include EVERY Rbb tweet/picture, only the most relevant ones necessary for explaining why they’re important and why people believe Louis and Harry run them.

Thank you to everyone whose posts have contributed to this post!

Updated August 27, 2016

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❝ 𝐃𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ❞

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✵ better than wine (college!venti)

✵ ⬦ his warmth

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✵ in college

✵ 4nemo harem

✵ how you know when they’re about to c*m

✵ office harem

✵ bj headcanons

✵ sexting

✵ losing no nut november

✵ bath sex

✵ foodplay

✵ high sex

✵ creampie

✵ casino harem au

✵ toy headcanons

✵ dick headcanons

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✵ idol!venti

✵ crossdressing venti

✵ venti and kaeya dirty talking you

✵ venti going to a brothel

✵ dj!venti using an aphrodisiac on himself

✵ strip poker with venti

last updated: 5/8

⬦ = dark content

"I wish you could just admit you made a mistake" "I didnt make a mistake, I like it with salt" *while stirring coffee*. Any pairing you want and it doesnt have to be romantic.

I had a blast writing this!! Some domestic!drarry for the soul :)

Coffee

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Harry wakes to the smell of coffee and the sound of clattering in the kitchen. The light streaming in from the windows makes him blink blearily, the blankets warm where they wrapped around his legs. He reaches groggily over to the other side, where Draco usually slept and touched only air.

For a heartbeat, just a heartbeat that old panic comes back, of waking up and finding the other person gone. Harry’s spent too many mornings like that; Draco having slipped away some time before dawn, the bed cold and so, so empty. He clenches his hands, fists slipping on the sheets. It always took awhile for him to calm down, to be reminded that he was here, in their apartment in Diagon Alley, all old windows and exposed brick.

Draco had picked the place out, half-forgotten on a small side street, the windows boarded and the door locked. Harry had thought he was crazy at first, crazy for wanting an old wreck like this was.

But they had cleaned it up nicely: exposed beams and huge windows with emerald shutters, hard wooden flooring covered in soft rugs. Pansy had done most of the decorating - Harry wanted too much red and Draco wanted too much green. The flat was now a comfortable amalgamation of them both - broomsticks on the floor, Harry’s coffee mugs and Draco’s crystal wine glasses, a Muggle television and an old pensieve that Draco had bought from god knew where.

It felt like home. Harry’s never really felt like that before, having a place to truely call home.

He gets out of bed slowly, wincing at the bright lights. There’s a mess of clothing dumped on one of the chairs; he grabs something at random (Draco’s - only he would bother to buy a sweater this nice) and pulls it on, padding into the kitchen.

Draco’s perched on the counter, a newspaper in hand. Harry watches him, all tousled blonde hair and long legs and the faintest edge of a rosy blush on his cheeks. The sun hits him from behind making him look like he was glowing, the entire room lit up by the beauty of his smile.

Harry remembers a time long ago, back to the War and the fighting. Draco had been colder, harder, painted in shades of grey instead of gold. Still beautiful - he always had been beautiful - but nothing close to what he was now.

He could have watched Draco for hours, flipping through the Prophet idly, the smell of warm coffee in the air. Draco notices him before long though; he rolls his eyes, tossing the newspaper over Harry’s head and onto the sofa behind him. “Creep,” he says, though there’s no venom behind the words. “How long have you been watching me?”

Harry shrugs. He doesn’t bother to hide the smile on his face, like he might’ve so long ago. He’s long learnt that Draco was Draco - he never needed to hide anything around him. “Few minutes. You know we have a couch right?”

“Oh really?” Draco says in mock surprise. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Maybe you’re just stupid,” Harry says and Draco lets out a long laugh.

“Bitch,” he mutters and flicks his wand. The mail comes soaring into Harry’s hands, the door swinging slightly behind it. “Here’s all your precious fan mail by the way.”

Harry scowls, examining the parchment in his hand. “How do they keep finding us?”

“Probably a tracking spell or something. How come I never get any fan mail?”

“You have the fucked-up Death Eater guy.”

Draco pours. “Yes, but he’s a fucked-up Death Eater guy. You get all the admirers. No one has ever sent me a condom before.”

Harry shudders. “Oh please no,” he says, dropping the stack of mail onto the coffee table with a groan. “That was one time! One time!”

“It was an extra large!” Draco calls out as Harry shoves his way into the kitchen, slamming an empty mug onto the counter. Ron had gotten it for him as an 18th birthday present - one of those tacky souvenir ones that seemed to have sprouted up everywhere after the war. The Bae Who Lived was stamped on one side, along with a lipstick mark that did not resemble Harry’s lips at all.

Draco had now stretched himself out on the counter, legs dangling idly over the edge. His arm was out and bare next to him, the Dark Mark covered up by beautiful flowers, rendered in soft purples and blues and greens. It was a Muggle tattoo for the most part, with the exception of one single hydrangea - in ever shifting colours of pale pinks and soft teals. Draco had designed it himself - they still had the parchment sketched on the wall in the bedroom.

“Move,” Harry grumbles, unceremoniously shoving Draco off the counter. “Why are you even up so early? It’s not like we have practice or anything.”

Draco gives him a disbelieving stare. “It’s almost 8.”

“Too fucking early.”

“Go to bed earlier then.”

“I did!” Harry shakes his head. “You’re the one keeping me up all night.”

“Well,” Draco says, a sly grin spreading across his face. “I’m sure I could wake you up by - “

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Harry scowls into his empty mug, running a hand through his hair. “The only thing I want to be woken up by today is the Lord and coffee. I need coffee.”

“Pot,” Draco says, gesturing vaguely towards the coffee machine. “My boyfriend. The handsomest idiot in the world.”

“I’m not an idiot,” Harry grumbles as he pours himself a huge cup. Draco had an unusual talent for making incredible coffee, despite not knowing how to use a french press about 6 months ago. “I defeated Voldemort, right? That’s got to count for something.”

Draco laughs. “Please. You’re an idiot.”

“Am not,” Harry scowls. He finds the milk in the fridge, adding copious amounts to his coffee. “Where’s the spoons?”

“This is your fucking loft too,” Draco mutters. He hands Harry the spoon from his own coffee mug, smirking as he did. “Honestly. Remember that headline a few weeks ago? ‘Harry Potter; the Hidden Mysteries of the Boy Who Lived?’”

“Vividly,” Harry mutters, now rummaging around the cupboards for the sugar. “Made me sound like some sort of bloody celebrity or something. Anything Skeeter writes is trash.”

Draco hums. He kicks his feet out in front of him idly. “True. It’s a load of bullshit anyways. Hidden mysteries my ass.”

Harry flips him off. He finds the sugar in a jar next to the stove and adds a few heaping spoonfuls to his coffee, the rich scent already helping with his headache. “I’m mysterious!” he protests. “And handsome. And attractive. And devastatingly intelligent.”

“Apparently not,” Draco says, “Seeing as you just put salt in your coffee.”

Harry freezes. He turns back towards the stove. For the first time he notices the small black letters on the side of the jar. Sea Salt.

He inwardly groans, turning back to face Draco, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. “No. I meant to do that.”

“I wish you would just admit you made a mistake,” Draco sighs, watching as Harry serenely stirs his coffee. “Gryffindors.”

“I didn’t make a mistake,” Harry mutters, clinking his spoon against his mug. “I like it with salt.”

“Oh really?” Draco says. Harry sees the glint in his eye and gulps. “Then you wouldn’t have a problem with drinking it?”

Harry swallows, hard. Shit, he thinks. Draco’s eyes are full of challenge, that streak of competitiveness that made him fall in love in the first place.

Harry slowly raises the mug to his lips. “Fuck you,” he says and chugs the whole thing. Halfway through he regrets it - it’s burning hot and excruciatingly salty, like drinking warm ocean water. He never could turn down a dare though, draining the cup to the dregs.

“See?” he says, slamming the cup down in front of Draco. “Delicious.”

Draco gets to his feet, smiling wickedly. He crosses over to the stove, picking up the jar of salt. “Delicious?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, trying to hind the grimace and the lingering taste still in his mouth. “I could drink this all day.”

He regrets the words as soon as it leaves his mouth. Draco grins, his face turning evil. “Well then,” he says. “It’s a good thing I love my boyfriend so much then.”

Fuck.

“Draco - “ Harry starts, but Draco just winks.

“Love you,” he says, and then dumps the entire pot of salt into the coffee.

Did I write this because I'm having the urge to roll for venti eventhough I need C1 childe? Yes

Taking a bath with Venti (SFW ya nasties)

He had the idea for this after he saw how exhausted you were from doing commissions.

You were sceptical at first but when you saw the excited gleam in his eyes you agreed.

He ran as fast into the bathroom as he usually runs to Dilucs tavern when he hears that there is a discount on wine.

As you walked into the bathroom after him you saw him already sitting in the tub, which made you wonder how fast he was able to heat it up.

Venti already pulled you into the water, not even letting you fully undress.

So it came that you were sitting in the water with a wet shirt on, looking at Venti with a death glare as you took your shirt off.

He did not seem to care and immediately pulled you against him as you were finally undressed too.

Venti demands that you wash his hair, telling you that you should be grateful since not many people get to touch an archons hair.

You may or may not dunk his head in the water for that.

But you wash his hair nonetheless since you love how soft it feels between your fingers.

Of course he will wash your hair too if you ask him and he does a really good job at massaging your scalp while he is at it.

Though be prepared for him to start a splash fight with no caution for your bathroom which means that you may or may not have to clean up everywhere afterwards.

But it is worth it since you and Venti had a lot of fun.