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did someone with a degradation kink get turned on when they join for military training

he’s clingy when he’s sleepy ft. childe, pantalone

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pantalone [regrator]

there was something distinct about early mornings that left him behaving differently than he normally did. it could have been the cold air, the intimate ambience, or how cozy it felt to lay in bed with you during these hours—whatever it might be, it allowed him to act shamelessly fussy and whiny in your presence.

you barely leave the bed early in the morning lately without him crabby about your absence, grumbling how freezing and lonely it was to not have you around to keep him warm and comfy. clearly, when you did so one day at the break of dawn to answer the ringing home telephone downstairs. he wasn’t pleased to roll over and reach out to hold your body, only to meet an empty space.

pantalone sits up and rubs the sleep out of his eyes, racking his brain for an idea on what was happening. he was initially convinced that you left the house to attend to an impromptu errand before he catches your voice speaking at an animate pace outside of your shared bedroom. who were you talking to at this hour? he was a tad bit disoriented, but he still chose to follow you.

staggering down, he sights you lounging on the living room couch with your back facing him as you chat on the telephone. it was evident that you remained clueless of him nearing you since you carry on idly twirling the cord around your pointer finger. when he stood close enough, he taps your shoulder to capture your attention and it causes you to flinch at the abrupt contact then settle down after you spot him.

not another word needed to be said for you to stand up and offer him enough space to sit down and allow you to nestle on his lap sideways. he then circles your torso and tugs you closer against his body and rests his chin on your shoulder. he draws close enough for you to feel his breath by the skin of your neck.

“who’s that?” pantalone whispers while the other person on the other line proceeds to talk your ear off. you lay a hand on too of his, eagerly patting it as you inform him which one of your friends called and the reason for the random ring. he didn’t give much attention, too focused on interlocking your fingers and holding your smaller hand in his.

his silence concerned you. rather than offer you a legitimate reply, he merely hums at the end of every word you said. you try to not think anything of it, brushing it off as him still recouping from recently waking up. you tell him it was okay and gesture him to return to bed but it didn’t work.

of course it wouldn’t.

he was adamant about staying by your side. it was the main reason why he followed you in the first place. he didn’t want to be in bed alone.

“it’s alright, little one. i don’t mind waiting…” he whispers, “i love listening to your voice—it’s soothing.”

you spent the following minutes in his lap, snuggled against his body as your boyfriend struggles between dozing off and staying awake. he practically rejoiced when it ended. he scoops you up in his arms, and carries you back to the room with a satisfied grin. after he lays you down on the mattress, he draws close and holds your body in an embrace.

before you both drift to sleep, you hear him utter in your ear, “sleep well, my love.”

childe [tartaglia]

childe being your boyfriend meant you were overly intimate with each other; you were joined at the hip, like two peas in a pod, as close as the bark to a tree, and among many other to emphasize the point. in short, you were inseparable. your relationship was close figuratively and physically.

your mutual friends couldn’t recall a time nor day where you were seen apart. perhaps the hours you were separated was during work, but other than that? nothing. if anyone needed to look for childe, they just had to find you and vice versa.

it worsens in the morning.

your boyfriend couldn’t tally another reason aside from your your body and the warmth it provided made it difficult to leave the bed and get ready for the day ahead. you couldn’t take a hot shower or prepare breakfast without him putting up a struggle, or stopping you altogether. he would cling on you like second-skin, refusing to let go no matter what.

and today was another one of those days.

your boyfriend lies under the covers with you, his arms were circled around your stomach and his face rests on your bare chest. hours must’ve passed with you two in this position because your leg was starting to cramp thanks to staying in the same pose. you try to stir him awake, however, all it had done was elicit a deep grumble and tighten his hold on your figure.

“so warm…” childe incoherently murmurs, “don’t wan’ to let go…” nuzzling up closer than he previously did. at this point, you were a glorified teddy bear. someone would have to pry you out of his hands for him to release you.

your face turns incredibly flush at how soft he was acting. in spite of dating him for a significant amount of time, he continues to fluster you until your cheeks turned bright pink and bashful. you attempt to pull away to collect yourself but he had other plans, refusing to let go regardless of his state.

“no!” he whines, “don’t hide your face away from me! let me see that shy smile of yours,” as his lips slowly trail up to your neck and his hand on top of your stomach where he lazily drew shapes on your skin. “how long have you been up?” he yawns.

“maybe, like, five minutes before you did?” you answer, and he dazedly nods. you weren’t sure if he was listening to you, he looked like he was in a trance.

you felt a tad guilty for pushing him away, although the idea and feeling soon disappears from your mind after he placed a chaste peck behind your ear. it didn’t take too long for you to relax in his arms.

“can’t we stay in? i’m too tired to do anything today.” childe adjusts his position to rest on his side with an arm propped up. he looks at you, wide and doe-eyed begging you to agree without any complaints. it was difficult to resist when he was staring at you this way.

unable to find the right words to speak, you settle on rolling your eyes then nodding at him—all playfully, of course. now falling back into the softness of the sheets, his arms extend to you, and your legs thrown over his, he mumbles a gentle, “i love you,” before going back to sleep.

reincarnation is really just god recycling humans

oh i see now- i think i confused you two for another LMAO

did someone with a degradation kink get turned on when they join for military training

prompt: cooking with them + "show me where it hurts."

STARRING. cyno

requested by: @1eaf-me-alone | MODERN AU | warnings: cuts, blood, written before cyno and sumeru's release

NOTE. thank u for the request, raine!! lovesick cyno is the best cyno also yes i am on hiatus but whenever i say that i am i usually write right after

cyno considers himself an adequate cook.

as in, if he's left alone, he can survive off of a few banger instant noodle recipes and combinations. however, that's only a few, and cyno isn't keen on testing his luck.

but he supposes this is nice.

this, as in, being with you. he supposes that sharing his slightly-cramped kitchen feels better than having it all to himself, and he also supposes that the view of your furrowed eyebrows and concentrated eyes look especially... comfortable?

it just feels right. it feels right when the sound of knives hitting chopping boards resound through the apartment, it feels right when a comfortable silence envelopes the two of you because oh, words aren't necessary when it is just the two of you.

cyno likes this. he likes being with you, he likes basking in your presence and in the present because this, this could be his future, too.

archon, how he hopes it is his future.

his breath hitches when he hears you hiss, and all of a sudden, cyno's facing you fully. vermilion eyes scrutinize your form as you hide your hand behind your back, a twitching smile taking over your lips.

"[name]," he says sternly. he doesn't even need to add anything else, because the way he declares your name—barely above a whisper—serenades the silence with a gentle question of, "what happened?"

you, however, know better than to tell cyno about your slight mistake. he's going to overreact, you think. as level-headed as he usually is, cyno is quick to worry whenever you're involved—it's a habit of his.

it's also your habit to downplay these situations, brushing them off with the slight excuse of, "nothing."

and then, cyno narrows his eyes. he takes a step closer, your waist now pressed against the kitchen counter as he glares at you chillingly. somehow, those warm irises ice over and make you wonder, has the arctic always been red?

"show me where it hurts," he states blandly. cyno is quick to deduct what happened—to him, it's obvious in the way you frown slightly and the way you cradle your hand behind your back.

the more he thinks about it, the more he worries. what if you're bleeding a lot? why aren't you showing it to him? so many thoughts whirl around his head as he tries to ease them because oh, you're hurt—you're hurt.

"it doesn't hurt—" you get cut off by his intimidating stare, your figure drooping before holding out your hand for him to examine. cyno lets out a sigh of relief once he sees your fingers properly.

his own hand comes to hold yours, digits avoiding where blood seeps as he rushes to find the first-aid kit.

truthfully, the boy was worried you had cut your whole hand off (he doesn't have very high expectations when it comes to you, injuries, and lying) but thankfully, it's only a minor cut on one of your fingertips.

you're still not off the hook, though. just because it's not as bad as he thought doesn't mean it's not bad—cyno absolutely detests the roses that bloom across your skin, the scent of metal sweeping over his senses instead of delicate dew.

"why'd you try to hide it?" he asks, not looking up at you. his hands carefully disinfect your fingers, actions hesitating and stalling whenever he hears or feels you fidget because he hates it—he hates your uneasiness, your pain.

"it wasn't that big of a deal," you mumble, and cyno's fingers come to grip around your unscathed palm; he squeezes it lightly, glaring at you with his seemingly indifferent irises.

"don't say that."

and then he resumes working.

deft hands bandage your cut, lacing themselves in between your other fingers as cyno leans closer towards you, narrowed eyes making themselves even more present as the boy merely huffs.

"you're kicked out of the kitchen," he says, breath tickling your face.

you gasp in offense.

"hey! i can still work!" you exclaim, but cyno's hands are already on your shoulder, ushering you outside to sit at the table instead.

"no."

that word alone shuts down all of your protests as you merely pout, resorting to your second option: have a pity party until cyno gives in! however, the boy is completely immune to this!

still, as you slump into your seat, cyno returns to the kitchen before sparing you one last glance—and ah, his smile, his lovely smile, engulfs his face in a tide of taken because he, he is so, so taken.

the way he looks at you speaks measures once the comfortable silence devours the kitchen and empty stomachs whole.

you're my future, huh?

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the chief alchemist of the knights of favonious had many different faces, and yet the one he only shared with you was your favorite . . .

ੈ♡˳ albedo x reader (romantic <3) ੈ♡˳ category :: short fluff :] ੈ♡˳ warnings :: n/a ੈ♡˳ a/n :: JUSTTT TRYING TO PUT SOMETHING OUT ?! LITERALLY JUST A REWRITTEN OLD WORK OF MINE

albedo was a man of many titles and many virtues. rightfully seen as knowledgeable, the kriedeprinz had every right to pride himself in innumerable things. in his colleagues' point of view, he was this calm, collected genius who always knew what to say when he needed to say it. to the knights of favonius, he was a trustworthy ally in the defense and intelligence unit of mondstadt. ask him a question and he'd answer it with the confidence and expertise of a thousand professors. to klee, however, he was her caring older brother who she could trust with all her newest mischievous schemes. that was the albedo known by those who he commonly interacted with, yet most certainly not the albedo that you've come to see.

in your eyes, albedo was quiet yet affectionate, timid yet sincere, quiet yet lovable, and you wouldn't want it any other way. in truth, he's barely as smooth as what you'd expect from someone who's won countless intellectual arguments— one time he gifted you a flower he'd created from ashes of a dendro slime! in addition to that, if one of his peers— especially the teasing kaeya— had seen him shyly pointing at his own cheek as a shy attempt at asking for a little kiss, you don't think they'd even be able to believe their eyes.

nonetheless, albedo only acted this way because of his inexperience in human relationships. he used to find it tiring, maintaining close contact with others. yet, somehow, you turned that whole view of his upside down. even if it meant expending every ounce of energy he had, he'd happily spend all of it simply conversing with you about how your day went or how a recent experiment turned out. even those around him noticed how his gaze became noticeably softer whenever you walked into his lab, it's just the effect you have on him. nowadays, he finds himself thinking of you every hour of the day, finding joy whenever you greet him with that smile of yours. one could say that it's been a long way from when he found maintaining relationships exhausting, simply because you were his one and only exception.

✿ dear master

a/n: TIGHNARI TIGHNATI TIGHNARI HERE WE GO.

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_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Dear Master, or shall we skip the formalities: you did say that I could call you [name], right? So, let me start this introduction again.

Dear [name], thank you.

Thank you for understanding why I have taken up the not exactly illustrious position of a Forest Watcher in Avidya Forest, and I'm sorry if I ever disappointed you in telling you that I declined the offer of being an Akademiya post. I simply wish to research it in all its glory, and watch out for it, as I wish to watch out for you. Just like you, the rainforest resides in a special place in my heart, and I won't be willing to give it up so easily.

It is in danger, [name], I feel it. And, just as a doctor won't abandon their patients, I will not abandon the rainforest.

Reputation and status are not something I want nor care for, all that I concern myself with are the rainforest's wellbeing and, of course, you.

Take care of yourself, and I shall see you soon: there is a nice view from the very top of the trees in the forests, where the air is cool and the fruits ripe.

I love you, very much, dear Master; I love you very much, dear [name].

Sincerely, your beloved, Tighnari.

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THE ADEPTI’S GUIDE ON HOW TO NOT CATCH FEELINGS FOR THE STRANGE MORTAL WHO HAS A MASSIVE CRUSH ON YOUR PSEUDO-DAD

step one: don’t go to the statue for healing

pairing: xiao x fem!reader

summary: ever since you were a child, you had sworn to everyone you’ve ever met that one day you’re going to marry rex lapis, and never once has your resolve wavered. so why is your heart suddenly doing gymnastics whenever that weird adeptus fellow shows up?! he should be helping you get with rex lapis, not trying to be cute with that little happy face he makes as he takes a bite off the almond tofu you made him!

note: fem!reader, slight crack, comedy, reader is a dumbass and xiao is moronsexual that’s it that’s the fic, lumine and hu tao being wingmen, every playable character in liyue appears at some point, reader is the biggest rex lapis simp, and no you don’t know that zhongli is rex lapis

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People like to say that you’re a weird kid. You much prefer the term unique. After all, it isn’t everyday that someone makes it their life’s mission to marry their Archon.

Besides, you’ve met plenty of other people you can confidently call weirder than you. Case number one: Hu Tao, aka the Funeral Director’s granddaughter, aka your best friend. Case number two: Chongyun, your local popsicle dealer. Case number four: Xiangling, the trauma-inducer who proved to you that not everything is, in fact, edible and you should most definitely be wary the next time she offers you any food.

And case number four: Xingqiu.

You don’t think that last one needs any sort of explanation. Anyone who’s as filthy rich as him and chooses to spend their time with commoners like you instead of basking in their mora is weird (in hindsight, it wasn’t a very logical reason, but it very much made sense in your ten-year-old brain). That, and he’s a huge nerd, though that can be forgiven since he’s your main source of information regarding your future husband, Rex Lapis.

Which brings you to the conclusion that yes, maybe there’s a little bit of truth in it whenever someone calls you weird, but surrounding yourself with even weirder people cancels the weirdness out in some complex mathematical way. So while they may be, possibly, likely telling the truth, they’re also technically lying.

So, no, you’re not weird. End of story.

“Let me get this straight, you’re trying to hire me in advance as the musician for your future wedding with Rex Lapis?”

You nod, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Of course! Who else would I hire besides the best musician I know?”

“I’m the only musician you know,” Xinyan points out with amusement.

“Details! Once your parents finally get off your back about music, I just know you’re gonna be amazing!” You offer her a high five. “So are you in?”

She stares at your hand for a moment, an unreadable look crossing her face before it smooths out into a wide grin. Her palm slaps over yours in a high five.

“Well, duh! What kind of person would I be to reject a once in a lifetime’s offer of performing in a god’s wedding?” She laughs, slinging her arm over your shoulder. You smile at her easy acceptance, of not calling you weird like the other kids.

Hm. Another one recruited into your band of supporters, aka the only people who actually believe you when you say you’re going to marry Rex Lapis. Excellent.

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