JJK CAST REACT TO A KISS ON THE CHEEK

first kiss hcs w/ the veterans

» feat. Erwin, Levi, & Hange +Jean

» warnings for suggestive content(!)

» can be read as gender-neutral

ERWIN SMITH

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He would 100% ask permission first - not a doubt in my mind. The epitome of a proper gentleman, this one. I don’t see him as being very nervous at all beyond a few flutters bc after all, Erwin wouldn’t dare to make a move before he’s certain you’ll reciprocate (ever the strategist..)

A coy smile peeks at his cheeks. “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

What a man - very likely to take over leading you the first time, gently guiding your lips in a sensual, slow kiss that leaves your head fuzzy and your stomach spinning out of control. Perhaps Erwin is even so daring as to swipe his tongue across your puffy bottom lip right as he pulls away 😵‍💫

where they like to be kissed:

More than anything?? On his lips, sweet and simple. No matter if it’s the traditional way to kiss someone, a peck on the lips makes Erwin’s heart warm :(( It means that you’re dedicated to each other, that you two are more closely tied than anyone - Erwin more than anything needs a partner who understands him and a deep, sensual kiss is a big reassurance that you do.

Also, his chest - specifically right over his heart 😽 Not only is that where he carries his pride, but he has a thick, hulking chest and sensitive nipples. I said what I said.

Pepper kisses up and down his strong jawline too, his strong nose, and this magnificent smile will crease at his lips.

where they like to kiss you:

Your chest - for many of the same reasons. Erwin keeps his large palm graced over your heart and will press wet, open-mouthed kisses straight down the center, paying special attention to the pretty peaks of your nipples. He loves tracing the arc of your shoulderblades with his lips too, right where the bones resemble wings.

As a more traditional man, he feels a glowing feeling unfurl in his chest to mold your lips with his. Not to mention! gently taking your hand and kissing it like he’s cradling a butterfly wing :(( He’ll do such a smooth, gentlemanly move in the middle of a public street, in the privacy of his office, right after he dicks you down,,, no exceptions.

JEAN KIERSTEIN

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first kiss:

Jean talks a lot of big game and he puts on the facade of a total lady’s man - but, this is the same man whose train of thought will totally jam that first heart-stopping moment when you lean in to kiss him; barely has the mind to reciprocate with the slightest tilt of his head, his palm landing on the small of your back as he practically launches you back with just how eager he is.

He wanted to respect your space and was too chickenshit to just ask - even though he’s been craving a kiss forever now, to the point where he makes more eye contact with your lips more than, well, your eyes.

So passionate, a little hesitant until your noses are bumping in hasty desire to deepen the kiss. He’s got the faintest of a blush dusting his cheeks once one of you thinks to finally pull away.

where they like to be kissed:

The palm of his big hand :( especially when he's cradling the apple of your cheek. And his sharp jawline where his stubble tickles your lips.

The nape of his neck! Brush his sandy-colored hair out of the way and he’ll shiver under the press of your silky lips ok. He adores it… and his neck in general. He gets such a warm, fuzzy feeling when you approach from behind and (him being a whopping 6’2 / 190cm) reach up on the tips of your toes to buryyour face in his neck. perhaps your arms sling around his waist?? he gets a kick out of it.

where they like to kiss you:

Jean strikes me as such a man willing to please … but he has a teasing streak. He likes smack soft, wet kisses over both of your hipbones right before his heavy tongue lands between your legs yk..

If we’re talking more SFW?? He loves peppering your collar with kisses, tracing the ridges with his tongue. Anything for the thrill of your reaction, which means the spot just behind your ear when he’s coming up from behind …

and these soft, fragile forehead kisses so he has an excuse to watch your lashes flutter and get a look at the features he admires so much up close.

LEVI ACKERMAN

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first kiss:

Very little chance of him initiating - infinitesimal actually, almost 0%. He needs your palm to drift over his cheek and guide him towards you, close enough for your lashes to kiss each other’s skin even.

“What… are you doing?”

Levi would be quiet, frozen stiff - but only because his mind is going haywire and there’s at least a million butterflies fluttering around his stomach. The blush on this man’s face so warm and sweet that you may be close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin :((

Levi has these full, baby-pink lips too.. so soft and plush bc there’s no way he’d neglect personal hygiene in any way. He goes all out :((

And then when he first feels that brush of your lips against his? His eyelids flutter and he may not even react. He needs a moment to collect himself because you, wanting to kiss him? God he’s so nervous.

It’s easy to interpret his clamming up as disgust or lack of desire - but Levi will gently catch the nape of your neck and tug you back in.

Your first kiss is so light, barely a peck; he needs to test the waters, and his mind is so jammed by all these fuzzy flutters that he can do nothing but take it slow. So sweet :(

“Hey—why'd you stop?"

where they like to be kissed:

Levi pretends to loathe sweet little pecks and loving passes between your lips but in reality?? Kiss him just about anywhere and he’ll be flustered and fuzzy and warm :((

Smooth his bangs off his forehead (bc Levi loves his hair being touched) and press a dainty kiss on his forehead, or that spot just below his ear while sparing sweet words to him… Take his hand and kiss his fingers too :(( he will melt.

His inner thighs!!! Over his navel! That little junction between his jaw and the slope of his neck - all these sensitive, fiery spots Levi has never ever experienced such tender love. A warm blush will stretch across his cheeks, and he’ll go totally bashful, mind empty.

where they like to kiss you:

Where he likes to give you kisses is almost… innocent in a way, tho he’s the furthest thing from that. But Levi needs time to warm up to physical affection yk? Let alone initiating it.

He’ll kiss your cheek when you’re just waking up with hopes you won’t notice :(( Truthfully he’s super shy... he likes a small, reassuring kiss to your shoulder where the hem’s slipped down + right over your heart in your more passionate moments (similar to Erwin).

He could spend a whole hour just idly playing with your fingers, kissing your knuckles, putting a peck on your fingertips. Very sweet :(

HANGE ZÖE

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first kiss:

Hange gets so excited okay - a little absent-minded too. Maybe you’re doing the smallest, kindest favor for them, like handing over a beaker when they’re in a jam and on the verge of a breakthrough. They don’t particularly think about it when they launch up from where they’re stooped over their things by the heels of their hands, giggling excitedly, “That’s it! You’re perfect, my dear,” and plants a hasty kiss on your lips.

Not that kissing you doesn’t send them into cardiac arrest, but it feels so natural around you ! Everything has always came so easily, and they feel so unabashedly like themself that it doesn’t really cross their mind that you’ve never kissed until it happens??

Both your eyes would go wide like saucers, but yours are wider. “Hange!?”

“Oh.” They can’t help but smile despite themself. “Oops..! Wasn’t thinking.”

where they like to be kissed:

The nape of their neck. It isn’t just because of their fixation on Titans, either - it's such an intimate place to kiss someone, especially if you’re spooning them from behind. At once, little shivers tickle up and down their spine; they feel so safe in your arms. Don’t even get me started on mouthing over that special spot when you have them ass-up in bed 😵‍💫

where they like to kiss you:

In the most unconventional of places?? For some reason? Hange just wants to catalogue every part of you to memory, and all your reactions to things—a little giggle, your muscles locking up in a shiver, a raised brow… They would literally kiss every inch of you if they knew they could get away with it <3

Between the wings of your shoulderblades ! The shell of your ear (where a smile prodded at Hange’s lips at the goosebumps that rose up on your skin) ! Launching onto the bed and smacking kisses on both of your Achilles’ heels. Hange loves to leave kisses in places most people normally wouldn’t think of.

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you are the sun (and all that i bask in)

pairings (separately!) - diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, albedo, childe/tartaglia, zhongli, xiao, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, dainsleif, thoma, arataki itto, gorou x gender neutral reader

word count - 3549

genre - fluff

format - headcanons + blurbs

warnings - kissing, skinship, sharing a bed, vague spoiler for dain's identity, consensual waking with kisses

summary - good morning kisses with the boys :)

a/n - this is my submission for @xiaosmoon's valentines collab for the 7th day prompt: good morning kisses! :) it's also my first post in a while (i'm a lil rusty on writing so forgive me if i don't make sense in some parts aaa), and i just wanted to say thank you all for the neverending support and love i receive on this blog despite my inactivity, it means the world to me :) i hope you enjoy the post! <3

diluc—☆

there's never a morning where diluc doesn't kiss you upon awakening

it's how he starts his day and as necessary and mundane as eating breakfast or brushing his teeth (or breathing, dare he say)

good morning kisses are among his favorites because to him, there's no better way to be welcomed into the waking world that with the softness of your lips against his

he'll sacrifice some of his time allotted for his morning routine, but it's worth it just to spend a few more minutes with you

his kisses are firm and bathed in unwavering love, yet they shield a trembling longing that's caged beneath the flesh of his skin. every ticklish traversal of your fingertips, warm from sleep, stemming upwards from the small of his back to the apples of his cheeks set his heart ablaze and body alight. you'd cup his cheeks and welcome him to the world of consciousness with a smile that rivalled the stars themselves and a kiss tasting of the remnants of sweet dreams.

diluc would murmur words of insistence: that with the sun's blossom over the rolling hills and mountains of mondstat, he too should rise and tend to his duties. but within your arms under thick, wooly sheets was where he longed to be and desired to remain. it was easy to persuade him to spend an extra five minutes wrapped up in your arms: embarrassingly so. he'd pay the price when he scrambled to get ready, sands of time running so quickly through his hands as he would later hop around on one leg with half his leg in the pants hole, ruby broach tugged halfway over his face.

but it was all worth it to spend just a little more time basking in the morning sun and waking up to the feeling of your lips on his. so he stays for just "five more minutes" and lets his lips and soul connect against yours.

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kaeya—☆

kaeya loves to wake you up in the same way each morning: with his kisses

morning sun is always too hot for someone like him but you ground him back in reality and let him know that to live is to burn as much as it is to freeze

there are no teasing remarks, no neatly folded smiles or careful laughs

just your sweet kaeya and his loving kisses to greet you with the morning sun

dawn was never preferable for a man who thrived in shadows: but you were a different kind of light.

gentle as a firefly, ethereal and milky as the moon and tender as lakewater in the depths of midnight: you were his sun if sunshine were bathed in an inky mist.

with his arms wound tight around your body and a caress of his thumb just beneath your eye—shut in bliss and slumber—kaeya observed the rise of dawn and felt his skin tingle with a cathartic release, leaving the calm rise and fall of your chest and gentle pitter patter of your heartbeat to soothe the aches and sores that came with the sun.

he'd wake you up first with a kiss to your forehead (because blessed was the brain beneath your skull that looked at him and found love, solace, and home). your nose would scrunch up adorably, but settle back to baseline; this would not do. then, another to your cheeks (both of them, because he loved how supple and sweet they felt beneath his lips). next were your eyelids, where he longed to see the beautiful (e/c) gems hidden beneath the tenderness of your skin and recite poems of love with nothing but his eyes.

finally were your lips, where you became his muse and breathed life into him. by this point, you'd awaken (though you usually awoke when he kissed your eyelids but feigned sleep with a tricky smile on your face) and wrung your arms around his neck to tug him closer; and he'd let you, just like he did every morning.

but kaeya decided to prolong his usual morning kiss routine with you today: the early morning sun fancied you a divinity and bathed you in its glow, and though he was just a mere sinner, he longed to lay within your embrace and commit every inch of your beautiful face to his memory by heart.

albedo—☆

waking up to albedo makes you question if you're still dreaming

he's most likely still asleep, resting after a fruitful day of work of all kinds

but even in sleep his love is more tender and sweet than a droplet of honey

albedo often woke up to the tickle of your fingertips gliding over his scalp, just barely grazing over the roots of his thick locks. but he preferred his eyes to remain shut just so you'd continue for a little longer. when he eventually did open his eyes, he peered into your own pools and saw within them his entire world and all that he loved.

albedo wasn't much of a poet: he preferred to pour his creativity into blossoming pieces of art from his fingertips. but when you laid so calmly and warm in his arms and peered up at him with what looked like twinkling stars in your eyes, a plethora of thoughts washed over him like a gentle tsunami.

"radiant", "exquisite", "luminous", "ethereal", were just a few adjectives that came to mind whenever you looked at him with the gentle caress of morning sun on your face and a hazy smile on your lips.

he was sure that the flowery words of love that he wanted to convey to you were translated over when his lips met yours and all in the world fell silent.

childe/tartaglia—☆

should he wake up first (which occurs more regularly), childe will first study your face as if he'd be quizzed on it later

but really he adores how the sunlight contours the grooves and dips of your face and his attention is tethered tight to your lips like a metal coil

try as you might to persuade him that your morning breath isn't worth his kisses—he won't listen

because when childe wants something, be it glory, power, or the world even, he'll do what it takes to get his hands on it

even the strongest of knights need a kiss from their beloved to start the day right

childe takes his opportunities by the horns and slings reins upon them so that with a flick of his wrist, they are putty or stone in his hands.

but it seems you were the one to saddle him first.

it frustrated him: all you had to do was lie in slumber, eyes shut peaceful and safe and calm, and his heart would be sent aflutter. when you awaken and caress his face; greet each of his freckles and swipe fluffy locks of ginger hair away from his ocean eyes and shield him from the red hue of early morning sun, he is putty in your hands.

he's only ever know the worn grips of sword and knife handles and the sharpness of finely tuned words and edges of blades and pointed arrows that jutted outwards and would draw blood if he pierced too hard.

but you are soft, tender, and warm; a far cry from the frigid temperatures of cooled metal.

his good mornings, sweet words, and bubbled laughs are muffled between intertwined lips and a dance of hearts and a tangle of your hands in his locks. your smiles are swallowed between his lips and they taste of sugary syrup (and he's reminded that you love pancakes, and thus an idea for breakfast is formulated in his mind).

you're in no need of any words to convince just how putty childe is within your arms: his lips that meld so sweetly against yours say it all.

zhongli—☆

zhongli is a creature of habit and finds stability in repeating little things in his daily life

one of these things is to brew you a cup of tea—just the right temperature, amount of sugar, and milk—and serve it to you just as dawn begins to break over the horizon

there's no better way to greet a day full of promise and opportunity than to spend it with you and a warm beverage

you are an ethereal creature more beautiful than any cut of jewel that zhongli has ever gazed upon in his entire life. even with a wrinkled shirt, dried drool on the edge of your oh-so-kissable lips which always stretched into a sleepy smile whenever his fingers brushed against yours, and the glossy glaze of morning mirth that never faded no matter how many times you batted your lashes.

the porcelain cup of tea that he had carefully set aside for you had surely gone lukewarm right now, but you had let him know how delicious it was upon the first, steaming hot sip with a pleasant hum and gentle smile on your face.

now you laid your head on his chest, searching absentmindedly for the gentle thunder of his beating heart beneath the soft, cotton fabric of his shirt. he'd shake you gently every now and then: a proper reminder not to fall back asleep yet as the day before you and him had yet to be greeted.

yet despite being the strongest of the adepti and the former holder of divinity, it is you who silences an archon with a kiss to his lips and a gentle pat to his cheek.

xiao—☆

sleep doesn't come to xiao; it's as unnatural as breathing underwater

so he'll stand guard and chase away the shadows and cobwebs that surround you while you sleep

and when morning finally comes, and you've awakened to your loyal lover at the foot of your bed, he's of no position to object when you beckon him closer

with your heartbeat as a lullaby, perhaps he'll learn what it's like to breathe underwater

"you're awake." his voice was quiet, gentle; careful not to rouse you from tender sleep too abruptly

your eyes still phased in and out of consciousness, body begging to hold onto the last remnants of your sleep but you surged forwards and ripped the tendrils of slumber from your arms to greet your lover.

"that i am," you breathed, and stretched your arms out towards him like a beacon of light, "come."

years ago he would've declined ferociously (because the burdens he carried are forever his and his alone to shoulder). but now he's learned: that his debt is not all he is, that he is allowed to feel joy and feel blossoms of warmth spread across his cheeks whenever you weaved crowns out of qingxin just for him.

crawling onto the bed, his forearms caged your head in as he hovered over you and brushed the tip of his nose against yours no more delicate than a flower petal. you smiled, and skimmed your palms set ablaze with sleepy warmth up from his wrists over his chilled, scarred skin, to his supple cheeks. a tilt of his head to the side and his lips were all yours—and what a feeling it was to dance a morning waltz to the distant roll and crash of the sea.

xiao pulled away first, bashful and elusive and breathless from all you give to and take from him, before settling his body onto yours, head on your chest to listen to the steady beat of your heart. bliss overcame him when your fingers carded through his locks, and he knew this was the closest he'd ever get to heaven.

kaedehara kazuha—☆

kazuha is never far, but when the sun rises so does he

the ocean breeze and gentle roll of the waves stirs something deep within him and he's compelled to go towards it

but he'll always be within reach, and he'll always go where your intertwined hearts desire

guyun stone forest was beautiful in the early dawn when not even the crystalflies had gone to bed and some of the twinkling stars in the mauve sky had yet to return to the inky blackness. the sea breeze ruffled his hair as if the anemo archon themself had caressed his head in silent prayer.

the winds sounded favorable and playful today, like the innocent twinkling of a dangling bell from a cat's collar; today's events would work in his favor.

a silent smile spread across his face when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and a tender kiss pressed to his cheek—chilled from the sea breeze.

your head lolled into the crook of his neck as you peered out at the calm waves, tinted the color of sunsettias in their brightest bloom. kazuha felt your heartbeat pitter against his back and raised his arm (careful not to let you come near the blade that hung from his waist) as a silent invitation to come closer—and you did.

kazuha's lips nestled themselves at the soft, tender part of your head and murmured a "good morning" into your roots; and a special, secret part of him hoped that he'd always be able to wake up to rolling waves, the fresh scent of salt, and your embrace in the early morning.

scaramouche—☆

it's difficult for him to fall asleep, and stay asleep

it wasn't until recently that he had discovered that you acted as somewhat of a remedy to his sleep problems

but he'd rather let his pride stay lodged in his throat and block his esophagus than admit that he falls asleep much better when your hand in clasped in his and your body is snug, puzzle-pieced against his own

even with all his reservations, he always wakes up to your hand intertwined within his own, and his face snuggled into the crook of your neck

"you know," you started, voice still rich and heavy with sleep, "sometimes, you cry in your sleep."

he wasn't even aware he still did that anymore.

"preposterous. you're seeing things." he responded.

yet you squeezed his hand and ushered him closer into the warmth of your body with a shake of your head against the pillow. "i'm not."

silence engulfed the bedroom save for the twinkle of freshly fallen snow from outside the walls of zapolyarny palace, and a pair of morning doves landed on the branch just outside the window before scaramouche spoke again.

"is that why you hold my hand?"

you hummed in thought, lost to the tendrils of thought for only a brief moment before your answer rolled so fluidly out from your tongue without hesitation.

"no, i hold it because i love you."

he scoffed, though he knew that you knew he wasn't annoyed in the slightest when he squeezes his arm tighter around your waist and raised your intertwined hands to press a kiss to your skin. he'd always sleep soundly if you remained by his side.

dainsleif—☆

he's seen the fall and rise of the sun too many times to count

the first few times he'd ever witnessed such beauty were breathtaking moment that stuck with him forever despite the circumstances in which he was allowed to breathe in dewy morning air and see the brilliance of the sun for the first time

but the novelty eventually withered away and what remained was numb and cold

until you entered his life and reignited the childish wonder within him; you became his new, eternal sun

he always woke up much earlier than you did: two or three hours were all he really needed at this point. but he preferred waking up earlier, at the time which dawn slowly began to creep up over the horizon, stuck between that lamentful limbo of inky midnight blues and striking, tangy oranges and playful pinks.

your body was pressed tight against his; limp in his lap with the faint fan of your snores tickling the strands of hair at the base of his neck. unlike the sun with which he had once found novel beauty in, your beauty never ceased, the novelty never wore off, and even in sleep you blessed him with light and the luck that he possessed to be able to love someone as lovely as you.

you'd wake up and prop yourself up on his chest to give him a kiss and whisper a good morning, before pulling him back down to sleep within your arms without question.

thoma—☆

thoma's got a strict schedule he needs to maintain

which means he's here and then gone on a long, busy day of work

but that doesn't mean he doesn't set aside the perfect sliver of time in his morning to wake you up in the gentlest of ways and bid his goodbyes until afternoon

thoma would chide you whenever you forced your eyes open just to watch him hustle around the room and throw on his clothes for the day—because there was no need to watch him slowly cut the cord of morning bliss that tethered the two of your together. but you couldn't help it; even if for a moment all you wanted was to lay your eyes on the man you loved.

"go back to sleep, i'll come see you soon. it's a promise." he whispered, careful not to ruin the sleepy trance you were caught in as he drew the thick covers back over your body.

you knew he always kept his promises (even if he did show up breathless with a bouquet of flowers and two sticks of tricolor dango in his hands), but he still sealed them with a sweet kiss first to your forehead, then to your lips for extra measure.

arataki itto—☆

itto is restless and always ready to go at a moment's notice

this applies from the moment he wakes up till the moment he falls asleep

you'd define him as a bit of a menace who drags you out of slumber with him for a morning filled with giggles and tickles and maybe a few pillow fights

but you're the only one capable of subduing an oni; and he'll willingly submit if it meant he'd see that smile he loved so much on your face

you had become accustomed to waking up to the long tips of his nails tickling against the tender part of your skin where your nerves collected together in your armpits and sides. bubbles of giggles erupted from your throat as he mumbled a husky "wakey wakey, sunshine!" into your ear with a voice still caught on the edge of sleep and dreams.

plead and fight as much as you want, itto's strength knows no bounds and he won't stop tickling with sweet laughter of his own until you've got tears running down your face and a permanent smile on your lips.

before he knows it, he's on his back instead of hovering over you and you've straddled his waist with a triumphant smirk and eyes that glimmered with mischief and wriggly fingers that zeroed in on his armpits and neck.

but a kiss to your lips is all he needs to distract you from the impending revenge you desired for the tickle attack. and what could you say? the plea of a truce in his kiss was enough to subdue your fighting spirit and fall prey to his embrace.

gorou—☆

he's shy and still stumbling through the thickets of love and affection

but there's never a morning where gorou doesn't wake you with feathery light kisses that lead up from the ends of your shoulders to the tips of your warm ears

part of him doesn't want to stir you yet from sleep but the other part of him wants to see your beautiful eyes and talk about everything and nothing in the moment of morning where there was finally no need to rush to do anything

he didn't want to wake you up at first, but you had a knack for being in sync with him so when your eyes fluttered open a little after his did and your hand reached up to smooth his frazzled, thick locks, he felt a little less guilty for rousing your awake. you had probably become used to the little tingles that resounded whenever he pressed his lips against your shoulder and led up towards your neck, and you always smiled and reassured him that you loved being woken up with something as gentle as his lips.

gorou loved when your fingers would find the soft part of his ears and stroke them softly as if you were handling glass. his heart felt full and swollen with an indescribable feeling that he hadn't felt before (and it felt light and airy). you hummed out an interesting thought you had from the day prior, and let him run over the day's plans for his soldiers while you stroked his head and let him run his calloused and battle-scarred hands over your back.

if possible gorou wanted to freeze time in this exact window of time each morning and prolong the domesticity and sweetness of your morning talks for just a little while longer. all he's ever wished for was something stable, comforting, and sweet and he finds all that he has ever yearned for within your eyes and embrace.

date published: february 7th, 2022

sleepy boys ft. xiao, venti, diluc, thoma, itto

as an adeptus, xiao doesn’t actually need sleep, but that doesn’t stop him from getting exhausted. it makes him a little crabby and even more standoffish than usual, but give him a hot bath, spoon him and even maybe hum something to him and he’ll be out pretty quickly. sometimes, if he’s really relaxed, his eyes get heavy and he might make tiny, cute yawns, lean into you a little heavier than he was already. if you bring it up, he gets super defensive and denies it, but it’s really cute.

venti sleeps a lot—mostly when he’s drunk or bored, and he loves when you join him! if he’s drunk, give him some water to help with the hangover he’s about to have and get him into bed for a night of cuddling and him slurring out ballads about you. if he’s bored, he likes to climb all over you to find a comfortable position before he tries to sleep. if you’re working, he’ll stretch across your hands like a cat—cute but horribly distracting. he likes getting goodnight kisses, even if it’s just a nap—make sure you give him one, otherwise he’ll make a big fuss out of it.

diluc’s sleeping schedule is horrendous. he’s up all day attending to the winery and up all night bartending or haunting the streets of mondstadt. the only time he really gets any sleep is when he’s about to pass out and you make him—he’ll put up a little fight about it because he’s not a child, he can take care of himself, he’s fine, but as soon as you get him in your lap he’s fast asleep and burying his face in you. he’s so warm, radiates it like a furnace. the temperature flares if he’s having a nightmare, and it can be scary the first few times, but just stroke his hair and give him little reassurances and it will even out again. if he’s actually sleepy? give him sleepy cuddles, because he’s so big and warm; it’s a heavenly experience.

thoma is another one that works until he drops. he’s usually so worried about everything around him that he doesn’t notice he’s exhausted until he’s barely able to stand up. he’ll try to weasel his way out of resting, but just ask if he’ll at least cuddle with you, please? he’s been so busy lately… and after a minute, he’s absolutely limp. thoma will scoot towards anything warm when he’s sleeping, and usually that thing is you—even if you start out separate, you’ll wake up with him sprawled all over you.

itto loves loves loves sleeping with you!! he likes being the big spoon because he can wrap his arms around you and squeeze you like a teddy bear (gently, of course), and he likes cuddling in general. it takes forever for him to actually fall asleep, though, because he just gets excited about even being beside you. just give him little kisses and comb his hair, let him talk himself out, and eventually you’ll have a big oni-puppy curled around you and snoring. he’s a very animated sleeper, moves around and talks and sometimes laughs, and it’s usually very endearing if he isn’t kicking or rolling on top of you.

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Pro Hero!Mirio x Reader x Pro Hero!Tamaki

TW: Smut, Threesome, Praise, Soft Degradation, Overstimulation, Pet names, Sub/Dom implications, just a tiny bit of angst with a very happy ending.

It was always the same.

Tamaki and Mirio would work, and work, and work together, coming back every evening tired, exhausted, barely able to put a foot in front of the other as they reached towards you and each put a soft kiss on your forehead. It was supposed to be a daily ritual, the little routine they’d taken on, something that would give a taste of everything coming after; cuddles, sweet words exchanged in low whispers, less than chaste kisses, and maybe something more. The forehead peck was just an appetizer to the main course, a promise of more, and yet, it had been days since they’d felt energetic enough to lay you down on the bed and feast on you like they used to, before they got so caught up in their daily patrols and hero duties that they forgot their intimate ones.

Tamaki still shyly brushed his fingers against yours whenever he was close enough to you, and Mirio still cracked jokes in the hopes to make you smile whenever he saw you frown at the two of them, but it just wasn’t the same. Something was missing, and you needed it back.

“That’s enough,” you told them one day when they came back to your apartment together just as the kitchen clock rang twelve. Night had fallen hours earlier, and the dinner you’d made for the three of you wasn’t just cold by now; it was packed in little boxes tucked into the fridge so that the food wouldn’t go bad, which it would have if you’d left it outside a second more.

Tamaki startled and avoided your gaze, all confidence earned during his day spent doing heroics fading from his stance at the sight of your obvious anger. Mirio, on the other hand, was bolder; his strong arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you to him, concerned little wince pulling at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, as if he truly had no idea.

“S-sorry we’re late,” Tamaki muttered, an embarrassed blush creeping over his cheeks.

He took a discreet, almost quiet step towards Mirio and you and softly hooked his pinky into yours. It was a sweet, shy gesture, adorable and so characteristic of the man you loved and cherished that it made you want to forget all about your anger and simply cuddle with him until he got comfortable again.

But you wouldn’t. That would only be ignoring the problem, and you couldn’t, not anymore.

You pushed them both away, and they stumbled back, shocked by your reaction despite the fact that you were simply returning them the favor; they’d been pushing you away in other ways for weeks.

Mirio looked confused, Tamaki looked devastated.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you told them, and your voice wavered just a bit as sadness made its way inside your chest, drowning every other feeling in its wake. “It’s like I don’t even exist anymore, like you two don’t care about anything but being heroes.”

You took a deep breath, swallowing the tears that were coating your throat and making it hard to breathe.

“You never have time for me, you’re always too busy or too tired when you come home.”

Your fingers trembled as you tightened your fists. Your nails dug into your palms, but the pain helped your mind stay focused. You wouldn’t back down, not now that you had an opportunity to tell them how you felt.

Tamaki was so gentle when he pulled you into his arms that you didn’t even think of pushing him away.

“We’re sorry, angel,” he whispered. “There isn’t anything that’s more important to us than you, I promise.”

For once, his voice was firm because you knew, deep down, that it was the truth; he wouldn’t let you doubt it. And it was so easy to let yourself melt into the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms around you, the tenderness with which he softly stroked the shape of your spine, cherishing every inch of you that was within his reach.

Mirio joined you, catching you from behind as his arms gently wrapped around you, his chin resting on top of your head as if to accentuate the size difference between the two of you. Or maybe he just liked to have you snuggled against him, tiny little lover that he could pride himself in protecting from the rest of the world.

He kissed your hair, taking a deep breath to let the sweet scent of your shampoo fill his senses, as he often liked to do.

“We just want to be heroes you can be proud of,” he said, and Tamaki nodded.

You wanted to stay like this forever.

To lean into their embrace and never let them go.

“I know…” you muttered against Tamaki’s shirt, the words just a bit muffled by the fabric.

It was as if something shifted in the room then, and you felt Mirio smirk while his chin still rested on top of your head. It was the kind of smile that he kept secret, just a bit of mischief glinting in between his pearly, perfect white teeth, the kind of smile that was only reserved for Tamaki and you and just in very, very special times.

“If you felt lonely, princess, you should have just said so,” he whispered, lust dripping from his tone.

Slowly but surely, his hand crept over your belly, higher, higher, and higher, until he started toying with the collar of your shirt, and even then, he didn’t waste a second before sliding his fingers inside, his digits brushing against the silky skin that was hidden under the pretty lace of your bra.

“Oh, is that what you wanted, angel?” Tamaki asked, his voice uncharacteristically condescending. He loved to pamper you as if you were so weak you couldn’t do anything by yourself, not even voice your own needs. No, Tamaki knew better, and he loved to show you just how well he understood what your body wanted. His fingers were soft when they rose under your skirt to reach inside your panties, ever so slowly and yet firmly, until his digits were resting against your little nub, unmoving but still tearing a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Maybe you can tell us just what you need with that sweet little voice of yours,” he cooed, shyness all gone when he had you writhing under his touch.

“Y-you, I need you…” you breathed, grabbing the fabric of his sleeve to steady yourself as their fingers had your legs give out under you. Mirio let out a laugh at your reaction, and he was proud, triumphant when he took you from Tamaki’s arms to hold you in a bridal carry towards the bed you all shared.

“We’re going to catch up, right?” Mirio said as he laid you on the sheets, towering over you with a smile on his lips. You let out a surprised yelp when Tamaki pulled down your bra to suck at one of your nipples, fingers playing with the other. “Give you all of the attention you’ve missed these past few weeks.”

There was something menacing in his words, a dark undertone that had shivers running down your spine. Your suspicions were confirmed when he leaned towards you to lick a streak along the crook of your neck, his voice threatening when he whispered:

“And with the sweet way you just begged for us, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop even if it gets too much for you, princess. Gotta show you just how much we’ve missed having you come undone for us.”

A trail of saliva connected Tamaki’s lips with your hardened nipple when he perked up, his gaze intense as it licked at every single curve your body had to offer.

“Wanna taste you somewhere else, now,” he muttered, and Mirio let him settle between your parted legs right after throwing your panties aside. The purple-haired man licked his lips, his expression hungry, famished when he dove into your warmth, tongue so skilled as it licked, and played, and teased, delighting in the exquisite taste of you.

Mirio leaned in to kiss you, a wet, passionate kiss that was as forceful as it was sweet, and it wasn’t long before you drowned in pleasure and ecstasy under their touch, tearing a lustful moan from Tamaki’s lips that sent shivers through your whole body as it had his cold breath tickle your still sensitive clit.

“Hush baby, we’re not nearly done yet,” Mirio cooed, his strong fingers slowly caressing your cheek. “Now, be our good little slut and show us just how much you’ve been craving for our cocks.”

You knew exactly what he expected and, obedient, good girl that you were, you did exactly what he wanted from you. Your lips parted as you opened your mouth, wet little tongue nearly dripping spit on your chin, waiting for him to slide inside and let you get a taste of him.

He let out a low hiss of pleasure when he did so, gently petting your hair as if to reward you for good behavior. After tearing two other orgasms from your overstimulated body, Tamaki then took his turn sliding inside you, strong thighs holding your legs apart as his cock pushed through your walls, settling in your warmth just like Mirio had in your mouth. And then, even before he started moving, Tamaki leaned in towards you to leave a trail of soft kisses along your throat and collarbone, delighting in the fact that he had you writhing under him.

“Such a good, perfect girl,” he praised, voice low, a smile pulling at his lips.

You couldn’t reply, not when Mirio was moving inside your mouth, his cock so big on your tongue it felt like it could cut your breathing at any forceful stroke, but Tamaki didn’t mind, and his merciless fingers kept going back to your clit, stroking it restlessly until you felt like you might faint if he touched it once more.

The next time you fell down the edge of yet another orgasm, they joined you, finishing in unison as they filled you from both ends, until cum was dripping all over the sheets both from the corner of your lips and between your legs.

They let themselves fall down on the bed on each side of you, both of them taking one of your hands in theirs, gently stroking your palm with their thumb until you let out a satisfied sigh.

“I had missed that,” Mirio confessed, eyes closed as if to let the remains of the sensations he just experienced linger in his mind.

“We’ll never let you feel lonely again,” Tamaki promised, placing a soft kiss on the crook of your wrist.

“So you will make time for me, now?” you asked, hope dripping from your voice.

The three words slipped through their lips at the same time, firm, definitive:

“We will, baby.”

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GENSHIN IMPACT: SMALL THINGS THEY DO WHEN YOU’RE DATING PART 1

includes: kaeya, diluc, zhongli, childe

trigger warnings: none

a/n: hello peeps!!! i’m back after not posting for super long and hopefully will be way more consistent now :D

KAEYA

kaeya will pinch you just to see you squirm

he uses his cryo vision to make his fingers extra cold

he finds it hot when you glare at him afterwards, swearing to all seven archons that you will kill him the next time he does it

kaeya will then try to hug you while you give him the silent treatment - but it doesn’t last long

you give in and accept the warmth of his embrace and the kisses he gives you as an apology for his stupid prank

beware, he will totally do it again

DILUC

diluc will go out of his way to make you a hot drink every morning

doesn’t matter whether it is coffee, tea, hot cocoa - you name it and he will have it ready in no time

he doesn’t care that he has maids at dawn winery; he will still always make it himself

it’s his way of expressing his appreciation for you

he also loves the way you hold the warm mug first thing after waking up - warming up your hands against the sides

ZHONGLI

zhongli is very old fashioned and will kiss the top of your hand every time he sees you

he adores the blush that graces your cheeks every time he does it

he just wants to treat you like the royalty he believes you are

tease him by pulling your hand away and he will give you the cutest pout, before lacing his fingers through yours

CHILDE

childe’s love language is gift giving - don’t even try to argue with me

while he loves to spoil you with expensive gifts, he also appreciates the simplicity of gifting you random objects that make him think of you

he sees a cool flower? he will pick it. funky rock lying in his path with cool little holes and swirling colours? you bet it’s yours.

you’re his sunshine, so nothing is ever too hard to get for you

if he ever catches you looking at an item while walking past a stand at the liyeu markets, he will secretly buy it for you - nothing slips by him

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a/n: i forgot how much I love writing these!!! who’s your favourite genshin character? i will do more parts with this prompt with other characters (all with adult characters)

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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𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!

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deku is a [makes his lock screen the color of your eyes / borrows your oversized hoodies because they smell like you / rubs his thumb over the side of yours when he holds your hand] kind of boyfriend and

todoroki is a [walks you home even if it's an hour out of his way / follows you around in sephora to take pictures of everything you pick up / keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet] kind of boyfriend and

bakugo is a [matches outfits and jewelry with you so people know you're dating / drives you to the grocery store and cooks food for you after he stays over / gets mad if you don't text good morning and good night] kind of boyfriend

could I request yan!ideku and the female reader in a queer platonic relationship? I'm asexual and arromantic oriented, and I never see imagines about it before, so you can refuse if you want. I love your blog. ><

♡ YANDERE!IZUKU MIDORIYA HEADCANONS: MORE THAN FRIENDS, LESS THAN LOVERS.

A/N: Hi my love, I'm so sorry to have left your request gathering dust. I too am aroace (not sure if you read my carrd...) and am in a platonic queer relationship, so writing on the topic with my favorite character warms my heart. I hope you like what I've written! ♡

Warnings ⚠️: yandere themes, suggestive (very little), kidnapping, cute stuff to make your day better.

Pairing: Yandere!Izuku Midoriya × fem!reader.

Masterlist ♡

My requests are closed for now.

Confused. That's the closest synonym Izuku could find for the relationship you two have crafted these past few months.

Don't think he didn't intend to take you to his room and make you see stars, because he most certainly did. However, those plans would have to wait for a next life, that is if God was merciful enough to give him the chance to meet you in the next incarnation, of course.

But you taught him that relationships are not just about sex and cliché romances. You gave him more than that.

The connection between you was established from a friendship, he had no idea how much he needed you until he spent the entire night waiting for a message from you. The need to be together, to talk, to have someone who understood him.

It didn't take long for Deku to want you so badly enough to lock you up in his house. Don't get him wrong, he just wanted to make sure you wouldn't have that with anyone else.

He was treading on eggshells at first, afraid to overstep his boundaries, because this discovery broke many of the plans he had planned. When you explained how you felt, or rather, what you didn't feel, he knew what he had to do.

Moderate physical contact, nothing that makes you uncomfortable, everything within your limits. Maybe a cuddle or a really strong bear hug.

Friday afternoons are sweet. Deku will bring milk rolls, cakes, chocolates and non-alcoholic drinks for you to sit in the back garden and enjoy the sunset, a picnic indoors.

He will watch kitten videos with you on the computer and will buy matching bracelets for you to wear. He believes that rings are all about romantic relationships, and what you have is more than that.

You can reward his understanding with words of affirmation, praising him, touching and kissing the scars on his hands, saying how strong, beautiful and needed he is. "You are good to me, Izu"

If you do, prepare for a shower of kisses on the cheek and a sticking Izuku.

On his bad days he will bring you stuffed animals and breakfast in bed, depending on how bad you are maybe he will adopt a street cat for you to raise together. "Let's call her Jade"

It's the relationship of dreams, right?

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