#loose shirt haithams it is then

[enden-k]

Why. Why does his bazoongers keep getting bigger. Stop. Stop upgrading his weapons. The simps are dying. I am dying.

taking a shot everytime some anon accuses me of enhancing the haibooba. im dying from alcohol poisoning.

#i draw him as i usually draw him and even nerfed his chest bc im a lil tired of ppl focusing on it sm and nothing else #but ok #loose shirt haithams it is then #reply

[bunicate]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ DREAMING OUT LOUD

pairing ꒱ྀི al haitham x bunny!fem reader — warnings ꒱ hybrid au . bath-time with haithy ! fingering. subtle hand kink. fluff / wc ꒱ 2.4k / 18+

al haitham finds himself lost in his own musings more often these past moons. instead of his mind circling around any new wonder of the world, he’s recalling small moments enough times that distract him from his usual thinking.

at first, he tried to organize such thoughts into some semblance of order and question why they appeared in the first place until he realized for once, that he didn’t need an answer. he didn’t want one.

while peeling apart that revelation— scraping away at the edges, he wondered if doing so would give him that same sweetness or grant him the seeds to plant more. somehow it was the latter.

the seeds sprouted prickly vines that sunk into both his heart and mind.

now al haitham spends his walk home just remembering tiny exchanges down to the most minute detail. the meeting of fingertips, eyes squinting from the blinding warmth, sleep woven into each wrinkle, frown, and soft giggle.

the scribe had become even more reluctant to be pulled away from his own thinking, but he makes an exception when the one occupying his thoughts excitedly appears before him.

just seconds after he steps through the door of his home, he’s ripped away from his reverie. al haitham is nearly sent back into the outdoors from the solid weight that collides against him. he uncharacteristically loses his footing and the hardwood floor might’ve been his fate if not for his fast reflexes.

pillowy arms latch tightly around his slender waist and fluffy ears tickle his abdomen. face nuzzling into his lower stomach, carelessly grazing his groin, you whine, “haitham . . . you’re finally back.”

the smell of his scent mingled with the aroma of the desert warms your senses. leftover speckles of the granular sand on his clothes poke at your skin, and yet you pull him closer.

“I missed you sooooo much.”

he nods, “I’ve returned.”

you tilt up to look at him with your dolly eyes that enamor him. eyes that once belonged to a creature that only sparked his curiosity was now a companion.

his hand rests on your head, careful to put it between your floppy ears. the tip of his fingers scratch and caress the surface and he’s rewarded with your expectant purr.

your tail flits from the bubbling eagerness to receive more of his affection. he recalls his roommate chiding him for not being soft enough with you, but he begged to differ.

reminded of the blonde, he wonders aloud, “is kaveh here?”

al haitham doesn’t make a habit of thinking about the architect, but he’s grown wary. it seemed like kaveh had also fixed his attention to you. a ribbon unfamiliar to al haitham adorns your hair and there could only be one person responsible.

“mhm! he’s in his room.”

eyes run down the curves of your body. his oversized shirt did nothing but define the slopes of your breast and rise above your tail perched above your butt.

“what did I say about your clothes ?”

arms falling to your sides, your lips jut out into a tempting pout. “I know what you said, but I’m wearing panties this time,” you petulantly mumble.

you had a terrible habit of walking around completely bare. while the loose shirt was a step up from complete nudity, he didn't need kaveh to see anything else. he recalls the architect walking in on your naked body on multiple occasions.

“I suppose,” he hums. “still, I’d prefer if he didn’t catch any more glimpses of you.”

you chuckle lightheartedly at the man displaying clear signs of jealousy, but it’s interrupted by a yawn. your head shakes reactively trying to rid your body of the drowsiness and play it off in an effort to fool the scribe into letting you stay up later but, nothing made it past him.

“it is rather late. let’s get you to bed. '' he reaches out to hold your hand, but you don't take it.

head tilted to the side you ask, “I need to take a bubble bath first ! are you gonna come?”

you lean closer to him, fullest parts pressing against his athletic frame in a cute attempt to entice him , but he shakes his head. ever the busiest scribe.

“I have some paperwork to finish and I wanted to catch up on some light reading before I retire for the night .”

your ears droop.

“but–”

your ears perk back up.

“I could help you, if that’s what you want,” he offers.

you instantly spring back to life. “oh yes, please!” you squeal excitedly, grabbing his hand to lead him noisily up the stairs. nearly tripping over yourself, still you drag him to the bathroom.

“be careful,” he scolds, but you just laugh at his tense and worried expression.

shutting the door after you both enter, you hop up on the counter and wait patiently.

al haitham shakes his head, a ghost of a smile forming. he takes off his gloves and rests them on the cluttered sink. this mess was undoubtedly your doing, and he makes a note to bring it up later. he turns on the hot water and when it rises a bit higher, he dips his hand to feel the temperature and he's quick to pull it out. he preferred the water to be much more tepid while you liked it to be boiling.

he senses your eyes on him watching as he pours the vanilla-scented soap into the water waiting for the bubbles to form into clouds.

when he finally turns to face you, he’s met with a bright smile only you could own. not a word was spoken. silence was enough to consume the delicate air between the both of you .

you decide to hop off the counter and pull the cotton t-shirt off your body. al haitham moves to crouch, resting on his knee to pull down your underwear. your hand leans on his shoulder as you take your time to step out of the undergarment.

left foot first and then the right.

you do a little hop when you almost lose your balance, but he steadies you, staring at your bare cunt.

you turn your back to him and he ogles at your ass before standing to his full height. towering over you and standing close behind, you feel his breath grazing your neck. agile fingers sweep your hair towards your shoulder blades, tickling the warmth of your skin to unhook your necklace that acted as a collar. he places the fine jewelry on the sink and extends his arm towards you once more.

you place your hand between his and he leads you to the tub. you submerge yourself completely in the water and al haitham plays with the bubbles before washing you up.

you both use the moment to admire each other's features. gray-ish hair hovers over his eyes that betray no emotion and still you can make out his affections. your gaze trails down to his nose, lips, and wide shoulders. the muscles in his arms flex as he drags the soapy cloth along your body and you bask in the moment before he decides to break the silence.

“what did you do today?�� the cloth glides over your chest, easily soothing you.

“nothin’ much. kaveh came home early and he bought me a slice of cake.”

of course he did. kaveh always had a tendency to obsess over pretty things so it was only natural that he’d flock to you– a cute and helpless bunny. ever since this place has equally become your home kaveh wasn’t good at being discreet. his touches lingered for far too long and al haitham became keen on how much time kaveh spent with you while he was away at the akademiya. but he could at least feel secure knowing you were safe.

hybrids, a species often neglected and exploited needed to be protected, and he guessed he could rest easy knowing he had another pair of capable hands to rely on.

“h-haithy !”

your sudden cry lures him out of yet another daydream but this time he’s flustered. he understands the alarm in your eyes when he realizes how close his hand was to your nether regions, crassly nudging your cunt for the past few minutes.

he exhales and sputters at the sight and he’s quick to pull his arm away, but you stop him. it’s the first you’ve seen him taken aback and you want to tease him like he does to you , but you can’t—not when desire engulfs you to the point of ruin.

“n-no ! . . . leave it please ?”

both of your hands tug his further into the water, knees coming closer together around his his limb, just until you feel that graze against heat.

al haitham remains quiet, closely watching your next move to see what you’d do now. your head reclines back to rest on the tile wall, your fingers guide his own to your middle, and with steady humps against his wrist you feel relief that rids that redundant ache.

“. ‘haitham, can we? . . just for a little bit ?”

he didn’t think he could say no even in a light-hearted jest.

you nearly collapse in on yourself when you finally feel him becoming receptive to your inclination.

his fingers feathers at the seam of your lips. instead of making it easy for you, he’d rather give you the tools to bring yourself to your own high. he would only give you a running start.

his palms slide up cupping and then squeezing the plumpness of your cunt. it fits perfectly in his hand, hot and sticky even when submerged under the water. a finger slides down to settle on your clit, circular rubs turn into slow strokes. if you wanted to feel more, you’d have to work for it yourself.

your small hand wraps around his wrists trying to feel more of him. “hnnn . . want them inside, haithy.”

he’s deliberately pressing down on the sensitive bulb hoping to draw out your cute moans, ignoring your simple request. al haitham's gaze is glued to your tummy folding over and your spread legs. between them is perfect pussy spoiled and eager to receive more of his touch.

his digits slide down your outer lips to press down on your hole. probing it, teasing it until it twitches greedily for more. he moves around the orifice collecting slick that struggles to disperse in the water.

“ haitham . . .” you beg. his eyes flicker to your pleading ones. lip tucked under your teeth and brows drawn tight, your chest expands as you greedily suck in air, hips gyrating into his palm hoping for him to satisfy you. “please.”

he smirks and to your luck, two fingers enter and stretch you. long and nimble things your pussy takes the shape of. they scissor and separate to feel the heaviness of your walls clamping down.

“so tight.”

the veins in his flexing arm are prominent. you see the force behind his movements as well as feel it. his biceps bulge while his fingers jerk you to completion . the sounds of you the splashing water and your whiny moans further arouse you

“you’re close to cumming already ?” he provokes. “ from just my fingers, too. it seems I must train you just a bit more.”

the bass in his voice sends a tremor down your spine. his words of encouragement provoke more of your thoughtless pants and the swivel of your hips. just a bit more—more of his knuckles stretching your walls, more of those eyes you fell in love with looking back at you with an unspoken, ravenous haze.

it makes you bashful. your damp bunny ears fall over your eyes, shielding them from his hungry stare.

“oh?” his expression darkens and his tone drips in a taunting and authoritative tone.

“are you hiding from me now ?”

it should make you quiver, but you know him well enough by now. as stoic as he may appear, the caress of your folds tell a different story.

you foolishly part your mouth to audibly confirm but a broken gasp escapes at the coil slowly winding up inside of you.

“you shouldn’t be so shy. wouldn’t you rather see who’s making you writhe? don’t you want to see how you’re fucking my hand like a wild bunny rabbit in heat?”

your hair sticks to your face from the steamy room and the sweat that gleams your skin. you pull your floppy ears away from your eyes and you’re met with the sight of his handsome face. contrary to his expression, the sight before him acted as a fire, melting him into remnants of himself.

his cock twitches against his snug pants, itching to enter your gooey cunt. how well you’d behave— how obedient you’ll be when he seats you on his member and you’ll hop up and down like good bunnies are supposed to.

with how generously your pussy has been tugging on his fingers, he’s more than willing to test that theory.

your eyes are tempted to screw shut but you want to watch. sensing your conflict, al haitham nods in approval to coax you.

“that’s more like it. you’re hard to resist when you’re so obedient.”

his fingers work themselves inside of you, precise thrusts, muscles defined and on display. he’s so . . . big, so filling and you might just lose it.

a prolonged gasp echoes as your thighs squeeze around his muscular arm. the continuous strokes of your sticky walls forces you upright into a sweltering mess. your pussy’s throbbing quickens erratically until he feels the rhythm steady out into a slow pulse— suckles that pulls his digits deeper toward yours sacred spot until you couldn’t anymore.

your senses fail when his thumb rubs your little clit to help drag out your end. you were nothing but a drooly and overstimulated shell of yourself, with meek moans falling from your mouth.

“yeah, that’s a good girl.”

he doesn’t stop milking you. his other hand reaches out to scratch behind your furry ears in praise while you crumble to pieces. he carefully removes his fingers from inside of you and pats your pussy that puffed from his ministrations. it pulsated around nothing—twitching like a bunny’s nose.

“I’d say you’re more than satisfied.”

you’re exhausted and still you nuzzle into his palm. what was once supposed to be a relaxing bath was now a drawn-out session of your dear owner playing with your sore cunt. still he admires your tired and spent state moving to actually get you clean this time.

“let’s get you to bed.”

#૮꒰ ๑´ତ `๑ ꒱ྀིა #al haitham x reader #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x you #al haitham x reader smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x female reader #alhaitham x reader smut #genshin impact smut #hybrid reader #hybrid au

[tunafruitt]

--> || ❝ I’m The Favorite! ❞

Reverse! Isekai/SAGAU || Warnings: fluff, some crack :3, gender neutral reader

[ Reverse Isekai with the genshin boys !! A day out for the first time since they were somehow transported into your world… ] [word count: 1.9k]

Character(s): NEUVILLETTE, WRIOTHESLEY, ITTO, KAEYA, DILUC, CHILDE, KAVEH, XIAO, AL HAITHAM

“Your Grace, with all due respect… THIS ISN’T FAIR AT ALL!”

“I understand what you’re saying Venti but I can’t bring all 20-something of you outside… 8 people is already too much! An average friend group has around 3-4 people and I’m bringing double that! I promise I’ll take the rest of you out some other day.”

Hearing consecutive sighs of disappointment, you turn to look at the rest of the men. They were visibly upset. It’s not that you DON’T want to bring them all outside! Really! It’s just that some… or, most, of them have features that would stand out in a public setting. Take Gorou and Tighnari for example! Their ears could maybe be hidden for some minutes at a time using a hood or beanie, but what about their tails? Not to mention ITTO. He literally has the most red, obvious horns.

You did your best to make them look somewhat normal. Kaveh and Wanderer could pass as a normal citizen if you removed some accessories, but characters like Diluc and Neuvillette couldn’t. So it was up to you to dress them up! Yayyy!!!

No. This was NOT an easy job. Diluc’s bright red hair couldn’t be hidden no matter how hard you tried. Neuvillette’s long hair could maybe pass as normal... maybe. His horns though? I guess you’ll have to go with the “Oh! Why are they dressed like that? Well you see, my friends just left a cosplay convention a while ago. They look cool right? Yeah.” Excuse.

You gave them what you had left in your closet. What did fit them were sweats, loose pants, pajamas and some old shirts. It was odd not seeing them in their usual complex and pretty outfits. The buffer and more muscular characters looked (not surprisingly) attractive in your shirts… they were tight just around the right spots. They noticed your eyes in their direction with your face ever so slightly flushed, but decided to not say anything about it. ( THEY KNOW.)

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With the boys dressed up and ready, it was finally time to head out! The people you brought with you were: Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, Kaveh, Xiao and Al Haitham.

Xiao insisted on being the one to “protect you”. Denying his request felt awkward for some reason…

Kaveh had been interested in the simple and strangely large buildings cramped next to each other. You wouldn’t be so mean to deny his request to go see some of them in person right?

Al Haitham was interested about your world and wanted to learn more about it, maybe he’d find some books that weren’t all fiction and romance.

You’d feel bad if you only brought one Ragnvindr brother.. so you brought both. You also didn’t want to hear Kaeya bickering with Diluc about him going out on a “date” (it wasn’t.) with the Creator.

Neuvillette and Wriothesley look a bit intimidating so maybe they’d scare people off. Who would’ve known you’d have two scary looking men protecting and looking after you?

And Childe….. well he’s Childe. He was stuck to your hip.

You didn’t really know where to go.. The park? A restaurant? A supermarket? All of these options were a bit difficult since they’re usually filled with people. Of course, no matter where you go there’s likely to be people, but it’d be easier to not have to be completely and utterly aware of every stranger around you in fear that they might find out who the men you brought with you actually are. Your only option was to ask them if they had an idea or if they wanted to visit an area.

“Oh! Can we go to one of those food places you’ve talked about before? What is it called.. uh.. curly… curly fries..?”

“Jack in the Box. The name is Jack in the Box, Childe.” Wriothesley remembers every little thing you talked to yourself about when the only way they were able to feel you was through a screen. All of them would listen to you talk about a movie you watched, something funny that happened, or gossip that was spreading around your school or workplace. Anything.

You let out a small chuckle at their conversation. Their recommendation isn’t bad you think. All they’ve been eating is whatever you had back at home, since ordering takeout for more than 20 people would be wayyyyy too expensive.

So a fast food restaurant it is!

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The walk there was…. tedious. Childe was trying his best to not wander off, he really was! But there was so many new things he’d never seen before, so it’s not his fault. Neuvillette was probably the calmest out of everyone. He was right by your side following your lead. Maybe holding onto your arm once or twice.. on accident! (it wasn’t) Xiao was observing his surroundings a little too hard.. yeah this is all new to him, but I guess he was serious about protecting you. Though you didn’t really need it with 7 tall men around you.

“Mortals… The need for human interaction is what makes them weak.”

Diluc and Kaeya would not SHUT UP. If you passed by a bar, Kaeya would ask if he could go in, just for a second! He just wants to see how different they are from the ones in Mondstadt, really. Diluc would follow up with “You’re no better than that… that drunkard Venti.”

Kaveh would stop mid-street to look at the buildings...

“These buildings are so… long. How do they hold up so much weight? It’s impressive! What would they need so many floors for though… Why is there a man’s face as the logo in that restaurant? Oh! He’s glowing?”

“If you get ran over by one of those vehicles it’ll be your fault.”

“Huh? Al Haitham! YOUR GRACE! Wait for me!”

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The next problem was choosing what to eat. Ordering food for 8 people, not including yourself, was expensive. You knew that! But you didn’t mentally prepare for the bill.

“Oh god…”

“Your Grace? Is something wrong?”

“It’s nothing you need to worry about. Eat up! We can go somewhere else after this if you want.”

You had realized that a woman had passed by your table countless times. She was very obviously staring at the men, looking almost flustered? Oh, she must think they’re attractive.

……

SHE THINKS THEYRE ATTRACTIVE??!

Okay. Thats okay. As long as she doesn’t ask for their numb—

“Uh-uhm.. excuse me, sir. Can I have your number? Or.. just Instagram is fine too.” She was staring directly at Wriothesley. You should’ve known letting him go out in a tight shirt and loose pants would’ve attracted more people.

“Uhh.. Pardon me, ma’am. Number…? As in… prisoner number..?” The Duke had an obvious confused and conflicted look on his face.

“Huh?”

“Aha.. ha… forgive him. He’s taken! So he can’t give out his number to just anyone.”

“Oh.. S-sorry. Forgive me I’ll just— I’ll get going.“ She was very obviously embarrassed over this whole ordeal.

“What did she mean by number, your grace?”

“Don’t… don’t worry about it…”

The group of men began to eat. (Neuvillette ordered a cup of iced water and Xiao didn’t eat anything.)

“Your Grace, there’s some food on the corner of your mouth.. Here. Let me help.” As Kaeya was about to reach his hand and wipe off the food with his thumb, there was thud on the window next to your table. Huh? It’s Itto.

It’s Itto?

“WHAT THE HELL. HOW DID HE GET HERE!?” You whispered screamed as turned to Itto. Did he follow you here? Was he here this whole time????

Through the glass Itto was saying something. His voice was muffled but you could make some things out.

“Your Grace! Don’t let this… this BUFFOON touch you! I, Arataki Itto will volunteer instead!”

You let out a loud sigh. You had to go get him… imagine seeing a tall, buff man with white hair and what looks like horns with a black hoodie up against a restaurants window…

Yeah that looks weird from an outsiders view.

You signal to the rest of the men to follow you out. When you got outside you wanted to tell Itto to never do something like that again… but he looked so sad, almost like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry Your Grace… I just wanted to accompany you! I might have gotten a teenyyy tinyyyy bit distracted on the way. You never told me there was so many cool lookin’ beetles in your world! There was one that that was very small and red with black spots, probably not useful for beetle fighting though. And I also saw some… uh.. not to disrespect anyone but there was a really weird lookin’ dog..”

SIGHHHHHH. You started to wonder what would have happened if he really had gotten lost, or what if someone recognized him? The thought of losing one of the men scared you. Would you be to blame if one of them never made it back to Teyvat?

“Itto… I love you and everything, but never do something like this again. What if we never found you? What would have happened then? I think we should head back home..”

Itto was on the verge of tears. He’s had more beans thrown at him than he could count, but nothing ever hurt as much as this.

It took Itto a while to process that you had also said you loved him.

“M’ bad Your Grace.. I won’t follow you next time… but, I love you too Your Grace!!”

The men turned to him SO FAST?? Xiao was about to take his spear out, Al Haitham looked DISGUSTED. Kaveh and Childe’s jaws were wide OPEN.

“DUDE YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT!”

“Childe’s right, we all love Our Grace, not just you.” Diluc only said this because he wanted to be the one to say “I love you”, but you didn’t need to know that. If it was for anything else he would never agree with a harbinger.

“That doesn’t even make sense! Why can’t I love and appreciate our beloved Creator? You guys are all just mad that I, the Number One Oni, Arataki Itto, am Your Grace’s FAVORITE.”

“WHAT? NO! Your Grace is that true?”

How many sighs have you let out today? This must be a full time job because you just let out another sigh.

“No, it’s not. I love all of you equally! Don’t start any problems with each other in public, please… We should be heading home anyways. Look at the sky, the sun will set soon.”

Almost in synch, the men respond “Yes, Your Grace!”

Seeing them like this made you feel all happy and giddy… It was nice seeing them together with you in the picture. You smiled at them and they just stared. They waited for you to turn around before looking at each other almost competitively. It was clear that each and every one of them wanted you for themselves in some way.

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It was finally time to head home!!! After one long and exhausting day, you finally made it back.

The rest of the men were waiting patiently for you (Venti, Wanderer, Lyney and Heizou had to be held back by Albedo, Dainsleif and Pierro.)

“*SNIFF* AUGH.. YOUR GRACE! *SNIFF* WE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!”

“Hi, Venti… I missed you all too..” Venti’s arms were wrapped tightly around you, while he cried onto your shoulder.

“Your Grace, you’re here!” Thoma looked.. tired. Just what happened while you were gone? You decided to ask just incase.

“Hi Thoma, and everyone else. Did anything happen while me and the others were gone?” You had a gut feeling that something happened… they were unusually quiet… too quiet.

“A fight broke out between The Puppet and Cyno.”

“WHAT??”

AAAAAHHHHHHH thank you so much for 200 notes on my last fic omg y’all got me giggling to myself and spinning in my bed stop.. First long fic!!1!1! I plan on making little comic based off of the “The Creator has a.. LOVER?!” fic with the Zhongli and Venti scene with reader!! Yayyy! I Hope u guys enjoy this AUGH it makes me so happy to see people liking my noob writing thats really just me writing my thought and daydreams ilyily

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #neuvillette #wriothesley #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #kaveh #xiao x reader #genshin #x reader #gender neutral reader #yayyy

[angelltheninth]

Can I ask for Alhaitham 100 dialogue prompt 13 !!?

Please!

Of course! Here you go Anon!

Pairing: Al-Haitham x Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive, flirting, teasing, kissing, grinding

A/N: Al-Haitham needs to keep the doors closed at all times.

13. "Oh please, you knew what you were doing… you wanted to drive me crazy."

He'd been sitting behind his desk all day, watching you pretending to be clumsy and flaunt your good looks to him. He wondered why you chose that outfit in particular for the day. It wasn't with the intent of making him jealous like he first assumed.

"That's quite enough from you." He cornered you against the desk, his hands firmly planted on the edge, bracketing you in. "Why do you insist on this torture today?"

"Hm?" You tilted your head like a curious animal, a sly smile on your lips at which he narrowed his eyes at. "I'm not sure what you mean. I've been working all day. Same as you Al-Haitham."

Innocently as possible you tried to push on his shoulders but he only pressed forward, forcing you on his desk instead. His intense blue eyes watched you, from your eyes to your smiling lips and lower to your loosely buttoned shirt.

Al-Haitham leaned in close, "Oh please, you knew what you were doing… you wanted to drive me crazy."

You wanted to act dumb again but that thought fell away when he grabbed your legs with his hands and pushed them around his hips. At once you were pulled against him, and pinned against the desk, one of his hands falling from your leg, grabbing your wrists and pushing them against your chest. "If someone were to enter-"

"They'd see a brat getting what was coming to them." His low voice made your entire body tremble, you pulled him closer with your legs without even realizing. His hips slotted against yours but your moan was swiftly silenced when he kissed you.

As you opened your mouth for his Al-Haitham sucked on your tongue. Your free hand started to push his pants down, just above cupping his bulge when he moved away suddenly. "W-What?"

"We're at work." He smirked at you, taking in your newly messy look, your outfit askew, lips swollen and puffy from his kiss and breath coming out short. "I told you, you'll get what's coming to you." You watched with horror and realization as he walked back around to his desk and sat down, "You're blocking my work." He completely ignored his own erection, his own desires, just to get one up on you.

How damn petty.

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[myarlert]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇

albedo, heizou, kaeya, thoma, al-haitham & zhongli x fem!reader

cw: smut, nsfw.

short synopsis + a kink to match. i’m back hehe.

song rec: meddle about by chase atlantic.

minors do not interact | m. lists

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

oh sweet albedo. his eyes would nearly pop outta his head when you get the courage up to ask him to be a little rough with you. he is so so down too, he eagerly rips his shirt off and it leaves you giggling at his anticipation. different ideas flow through his mind, how you’d look on your knees with his cock deep down your pretty throat, or how pretty you’d look spread open for him with your ankles on his shoulders… his mind would wonder and that’s for sure. ‘are you sure!? i mean.. the second that it gets to be too much.. you better say something, or push me away.. right?’ poor boy :( when he starts getting a tiny bit rougher, he can’t help but think about how pretty you look for him. eyes teary, hands clutching his thighs and he holds your arms behind you while he pounds into you from behind. of course, being the curious man he is.. he would want to position you infront of a mirror. ‘oh look at you.. how can a creature be so beautiful under such pressure?!’ his voice so would be so soft too..

kinks: he really discovered how much he likes overstimulation. he can’t believe his eyes when he sees just how much someone could tremble from too much stimulation in certain places.

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

oh he can get rough, i just know it. i mean.. a detective!? with his smarts he can easily read you in times like this. you never really asked for him to be rough, but judging how you’d whine and writhe beneath him when he is gentle with you, he got the hint. ‘is that what you want? hm?’ he’d get all close to your face. ‘you want me to be rougher with you? you know.. i have those handcuffs put away.. maybe i could,, dig them out and test them on you sometime. would you like that?’ in a soft, whispering tone omg. oh and when he lets it out, you’re going at it for hours. he tries many different things, asking for consent as he goes along and of course you want it.. so desperately. it wasn’t until he really let loose with how dirty he can speak, he swears that you’ve never cum faster.

kinks: maybe light bondage, creampies babbyyyyy

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

KAEYA CAN GET SO MEAN OMG okay listen, when you first ask him to get rougher with you, he gets that nasty smirk on his face before starting to back you into a corner, muttering dirty things into your ear as he sees your mouth fall open in shock. he’d say things like, ‘oh? does my sweet little girl need me to rough her up? hm? is that what you need? do you crave it? i bet you’d like if i just.. laid you back.. spread you open with my fingers..’ his own jaw drops at the idea of his words. and that’s exactly what he would do. he’d sit you in his lap, using his legs to keep yours opened wide as he vigorously rubbed your clit, using the other hand to play with your breasts while he was at it. all while murmuring the filthiest of things to you. ‘those sounds baby.. keep it up, i know you’re close.’

kinks: kaeya is such a romantic man, i wouldn’t be shocked if he was into cum play, creampies and possibly even breeding.

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

sweetie pie thoma :( he’s got to have a secret dark side.. right? i think he does! when you first approach him with the idea, you’re awful shy about it but when he gets the hint wowoooooo he gets that smirk and scuffs. ‘am i not giving you enough? does my baby need more out of me?’ it’s somewhat condescending but the tone has your knees wobbling. he used to be shy, but after tonight it all melted away when he had your feet perched up on his shoulders while his cock drilled in and out of you, keeping a steady pace.. not too hard but just hard enough. enough to make that squelch reverberate off the walls like a sinful song. ‘is this what you wanted?’ scuffs. ‘i didn’t know my girl was so dirty! hhhnng baby i should have done this ages ago.. given you exactly what you needed? yeah?’ oh how the knot in his tummy would break so fast when he sees your eyes roll back with a lazy smile printed on your lips.

kinks: praise, creampies [he loves to watch it all leak out-], lawd he loves it when he can see the visual confirmation that he can make you cum so hard aka squirting.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

dear lord this man would get the nastiest of smirks on his face before getting you to your knees. he’d stroke your cheek softly before pushing the tip of his cock against the innermost part of your cheek, watching it bulge out. he often times gets weak in the knees when you choke and gag around his thick cock. he is such a good dirty talker, he’d talk you through every orgasm he pulls from you tbh. he’d say things like, ‘oh that’s it… yeah.. yeah baby.. oh that’s it- good girl!’ now listen, there’s something about him that makes me think he’d love to rub his hands over your ass before giving it a firm slap, watching you jump from the impact and chuckling deeply. ‘scare you, did i? aw baby.. it’s okay. i’ve got you.’ AND PRESS A KISS TO YOUR CHEEK AAAA. anyways, he can get mean if you ask him but he can also be the sweetest lover ever. but with that said, all you have to do is ask and he’ll definitely give it to you.

kinks: it’s hard to tell… praise, maybe a touch of degradation, overstimulation, orgasm control & face fucking.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

tbh asking zhongli to be rough with you may have been one of the best things to ever happen. he’s extremely attentive, making sure to touch and kiss every part of your body he knows that makes you twitch and squirm. he worships you every time you make love.. now mix that in with being rough? when you proposed the idea, he was confused, as if he already was rough with you but when you stated clearly what you would like for him to do, if he would want to, he had you in a private place damn near immediately. oh the idea of zhongli clamping a hand down over your mouth when he’s fucking up into you as you ride him… *wipes forehead* ‘this what you wanted?’ oh when you’d nod furiously, thanking him for giving it to him he would give you the sweetest, filthiest, sluttiest forehead kiss ugh

kinks: orgasm control, praise, maybe even sensory deprivation

tagging @p-antomime @endlessmari @httphaitani @stygianoir @bunnyyamor

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[is-nini]

RANDOM BRAINROT

18+ DNI MINOR

Imagine you and Alhaitham was chosen to be partners is researching about a specific type of flower.

You and him are pretty close. You two could've been closer if you didn't shy away every time he gets too close.

This flower that you and him is a very beautiful fuchsia red flower that spray out this pinkish pollen.

Imagine as you try to find out what it does, your mask slip and your nose is immediately in contact with the pollen. Alhaitham looked back after he noticed you not moving. After he look at your fallen mask, his heart rate increases.

He hold your shoulder and make you face him as your face turns red and little heart symbol slowly appears on your eye. Your mouth is opened and your eye is staring up at him full of lust.

Imagine you started to hug Alhaitham, clinging to him like he will be gone once you let him go. "Alhaitham -! Ah!" You moan out as you try to grind your clothed pussy to his thigh.

Imagine Alhaitham shocked as he try to keep himself in check because he is starting to looses his mind looking at your cute expression and pout, begging for his cock.

"y/n- ngh" he groan out as you slowly stroke your hand on his buldge. Alhaitham is confused on how to save you. It seems there's only one thing he could try ... And that is to fuck you.

Imagine he immediately pick you up and sat you up on the nearest table. He slowly pulls away your cute panties as a string of your wetness slowly disappears. He took a slick from your pussy and smear it all over. "Perhaps.. in order to save you is through fucking you" he muttered, but you listened and there is only one thing in your mind. "Haitham- f-fuck please! M-my pussy itches ahhhh I need your cock" You moan out.

He makes sure your pussy is prepared as he teased you. You whine and tremble as more and more wetness came out. He opened his pants and immediately trusted in his big cock deep inside you. "Ah-oh! Yes yes! Oh Haitham! Oh-!" You moan out. No coherent words came out of your mouth but Haitham doesn't care. He pinched on your nipple that is poking through your shirt.

Your back bend and out leg getting tense as a knot on your stomach started to form. You whine and cry louder as Haitham thrust getting faster and faster.

Once Haitham saw your eye, the love symbol is slowly disappearing, meaning that you have been fully conscious all this time, enjoying him. Your leg shakes as you squeal. Splashes of water squirt out of your pussy, all over him. As Alhaitham also nearing his end, he pulls out and let out one long deep grunt and squirt all over your body and stomach.

The both of you catches your breath as your body tremble, looking at him. "H-aithammm" you mumble before you're eyes went heavy and you immediately knocked to sleep. Alhaitham is still huffing and puffing for air as he comb his wet hair back with his hand.

He cleaned you up after cleaning his cock and putting it back inside his pants. He cover your body with his jacket and slowly pick you up princess style, getting ready to go to his bedroom. He took a glance at the flower. It has closed itself up.

He made a mental note that after the sex, the air is damp which might explain the flower closing again because the flower has a detection towards temperature. The hotter it is the better.

Alhaitham brings you to his house as he slowly prepared a food for you. All he need to do now is wait for you to wake up and the he could explain everything.

#genshin x reader #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin alhaitham #alhaitham x you #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x y/n #al haitam x reader #genshin smut

[ventisweetheart]

Thigh kisses with the genshin boys

Cyno, Zhongli, Tighnari, Al haitham Author's Note: Sorry Cyno's was so short- I thought the ending would be funny

Cyno✧

When Cyno gets stressed or frustrated he would come to your plush thighs and lay his head on them and begin to tease you by giving them kisses and caresses.

Your boyfriend walks into your shared room and plops his head on your thighs with a sigh.

''Love, are you alright?'' You say, running your fingers through his silky, spread out hair. He just nods his head and smiles to himself. To your surprise he begins to plant kisses on the surface of your soft skin. He looks up at you and gives a sly smirk.

''I have a new joke, would you like to hear it?'' He says this with almost sparkles in his eyes.

''Don't ruin the mood, Cyno.''

Zhongli✧

So romantic. Places the gentlest of kisses and so many of them too. He loves seeing the smile that appears on your face every time he does it.

It first started off as a simple cuddling session, that is until Zhongli started to get a little bold. Just a minute ago he was holding you in his arms and planting kisses on your head and shortly after he is hovering over your soft thighs and kissing them instead. He gets higher up your thigh as he continues to show them attention. The small gasps and noises you make is enough for him to maybe give you a little more than just kissing your thighs.

Tighnari✧

When it comes to you, Tighnari is a flirt. He knows what you like and dislike. And with that includes attention to your thighs and he enjoys every second of doing so. He also might blush a little to himself sometimes.

The moment he saw you in that skirt he knew what he had to do. He catches you sitting on your desk chair, reading a book. When you sit, your skirt hikes up a little, revealing more of your plush thighs, causing him to hold his breath for a split second at the sight of it. He couldn't pass up on this opportunity, could he?

''That skirt looks lovely on you.'' He says walking over to you. You already knew what he was thinking, just from the expression on his face. And soon enough your plan had worked, wanting your loving boyfriend showing your thighs some love isn't too much to ask for right? He plants trails of kisses along your thigh as he gently rubs the other, the light moans you make drive him crazy, he's enjoying this way too much.

Al haitham✧

Al haitham loves it when you sit on his lap after he gives you thigh kisses. He likes to be close to you whenever he can so you sitting on his lap, with your thighs on display for him is something he can't pass up on.

He catches you laying on the couch wearing nothing but a loose and large shirt with thigh highs on. It confuses him at first on why that was the only thing you were wearing but he didn't dare ask why. He let out a small laugh and sat next to you. He began kissing the bare skin of your thighs, starting from the highest point that was shown.

''Darling, aren't you cold wearing nothing but this?'' He asking you, still kissing your thigh. From slight embarrassment, you say a quite 'yes' as you begin to feel your cheeks turning into a pretty pink hue.

He sits up, ''Well, let me warm you up a little, if you don't mind.'' He says as he pats his thigh, signaling for you to sit on his lap. Without question you sit comfortably on it. He smiles to himself, he is definitely going to have fun with this.



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[figgrrr0]

oh my lord, thinking abt kaveh who comes home and sees his beloved s/o in his oversized shirt and he suddenly gets so possessive at the sight and just rails you all while youre wearing only his shirt 😩 idk im just head over heels over this pretty man and him being dominant is just muah 👌🏻 ndjwndkskks bonus: i imagine kaveh losing it if it’s alhaitham’s shirt you’re wearing one day instead of his and all hell loose

I will admit rn that I know absolutely nothing about this man, but omggg... he's so gorgeous I can't–

This is longer than I planned but that just shows how much I love this idea. Ty for sharing 🩷

I've never done angst so pls ignore if it's clumsy

Jealous Kaveh

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: angst (he thinks you're cheating), rough/emotional sex, slight choking, slight degradation, it gets resolved I promise

Due to your recent antics, Kaveh is wholly unsurprised by what he finds when walking through the door to his room. You, leaning against the wall in a clearly provocative manner, clad in only a shirt so huge on you that the sleeves almost reach your mid thigh.

Rolling his eyes, but unable to hide the affectionate smile that breaks through, Kaveh makes his way over to you. His hand takes its usual place on your hip, though when he pulls you nearer, he can't help but notice that something feels... off. Different.

The odd feeling settles low in his stomach, making him feel almost nauseous, but he pushes it to the back of his mind quickly. He wouldn't want to push you away, especially not when you're looking this good, and obviously trying to rile him up – again.

Kaveh draws you into a kiss, then. It's slower than usual, passing for overly loving, when in reality, his mind is filing through the new information that has so rudely made itself welcome in his mind.

You smell like Al Haitham; or, more so – he notices as he leans down to kiss your neck – the shirt you're wearing does.

Ah, it all makes sense now.

He'd registered that something was out of place as soon as he'd seen you: the shirt itself was of a similar fashion as his own, so while he didn't immediately recognise it, it was a common enough fit that he wouldn't be surprised to see it in his closet. But, even so, the mischievous smile you'd failed so miserably to hide certainly gave away that you were hiding something.

Kaveh wasn't sure he wanted to know what that was.

With a frustrated groan, Kaveh pushes you against the wall, taking care to cushion the back of your head with his hand. He breaks the kiss then, looking deep into your eyes, and the intensity that swirls in his own makes you almost nervous.

He was angry. But, what made you really realise your mistake with this little prank, was the watery glaze of tears that covered his eyes.

Just as you're about to apologise, reach out your hand to encase his cheek in your loving warmth before the situation gets out of hand, he beats you to it.

His hand shoots up to encase your neck, cutting off your words as he presses his lips to yours once again, messy and unco-ordinated – nothing like the kisses you usually share. The barest hint of pressure against the sides of your throat coax you to gasp against him, grabbing onto his shoulders at the threat. But it's not needed, really. Kaveh can make you light-headed with a single look; so how's it going to be this time, when his control has already unravelled, just barely hanging on by a thread that's ready to snap?

Minutes go by like this. You, pressed to the wall and squirming beneath Kaveh's rough handling; and Kaveh, one hand roaming your body in a hurry, the other pinning your tongue down so that you can't try to explain, collecting your drool before it spills.

Finally having enough, Kaveh grips onto the collar of the shirt that drapes over your body, his hand tensing before it jerks with a quick movement– the offensive fabric falling to the floor in two pieces soon after. As if seeing and feeling it weren't enough, the distinct "Riiipp" that sounded far louder than it should have in your ears was certainly enough to glue you in to what Kaveh had just done.

You'd both be in trouble once Al Haitham found out. But first, you'd have to hope you can get through the wrath of your jealous boyfriend before even starting to worry about that.

Now that you'd separated, you could finally see the full effect of the situation in Kaveh's face and erratic actions. He's keeping you as close to him as possible while also keeping you pressed flat against the wall, the fingers that are coated with your spit coming down to press directly into your exposed hole. As impatient as he's feeling, his movements are still sound and practical, making you feel good and forcing moans from your mouth at how different than usual it all feels.

Even though you feel bad for making him feel this way (you really should have thought this through more beforehand), you can't help but enjoy the roughness of his actions. His fingers move fast and hard, scraping deliciously against your walls as they curl inside of you, coaxing you to open up for him. It leaves you clinging onto him to support your balance, your legs growing shaky from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

But then, it's over far too quickly. Kaveh pulls away before you can reach your peak, hoisting you up until your legs are locked together behind his back. And then, with no other warning, he's pushing into you.

It's instantly overwhelming, the pace he sets from the start a complete 180 from what you're used to with him.

On any other night, you'd describe the sex between you and Kaveh to be making love. Gentle touches and whispered praises, kisses full of passion and reciprocated "I love you"s.

Tonight, he's gripping you hard enough to form bruises, harsh breaths being hissed against your skin, bites of desperation and broken "I love you"s. Except this time, his hand covers your mouth, forcing you to listen as he pours his heart out. Tonight, he's well and truly fucking you.

And it's all because he thinks he's losing you.

As much as you want to take him into your arms and wrap him into a hug so tight that he can't move, so that he has to listen to you as you explain about how stupid you'd been... you know there'd be no getting through to him as he is now.

Of course, if you'd truly wanted him to stop, if he was hurting you rather than sending bursts of white-hot pleasure coursing through your entire being with every rough thrust that smacks against your ass – then he would. As far gone as he is in his own mind, taking out his confusion and anger on you – Kaveh would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Even now, he's looking into your eyes every few moments, a silent check-in to make sure you still want this. To make sure you still want him.

He's high-strung on emotions, nerves running wild and caught up in the pleasure. The truth is, in this situation, the best thing to do is let him work through it however he needs.

...

A while passes like this, his hands glued to your hips, hard cock slamming as deep into you as possible. Eventually, Kaveh's mind finally starts to come back to him, as he takes in the utter mess he's made of you: eyes rolled back, mouth parted around the moans that are punched out of you with every push of his hips, and nails digging into his shoulders and slicing down to his chest when you're jostled too far.

He's slowing down his erratic thrusts then, worried it's too much for you, that he's overdone it. He's about to pull out, ready to take care of you so that you can have a proper conversation once you're both in the right headspace, when he's completely taken back by your response:

You slam yourself back down onto his cock, begging him not to stop and to be rougher.

And only then does Kaveh realise that this was your plan all along.

No longer is he worried about the security of your relationship or the validity of your feelings for him. You were just being a needy little whore, begging for attention and playing on his frustration with his room-mate.

Now, as he picks his thrusts back up to the blinding speed they'd been before, insults and degradation spills from his lips, mixed with the grounding kisses that you'd started to miss. Now, it was the perfect mix of gentle and rough, old and new.

And when the night is over, cum dripping from your hole, Kaveh will pick up the discarded shirt that got you into this mess in the first place, using it as a cloth to wipe up the sticky mess that drips down your thighs.

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Thank you for reading! 🩷

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[qeaerri]

it's your choice, either you wanna be my good baby or a stubborn bitch who needs to be punished  [male!kafka/reader drabble <3]

cw: gn reader, GENDERBEND (male!kafka here), dubcon, manipulative behaviour, an al-haitham kinnie told me kafka is yandere 😞, probably gaslighting, kafka calls you bitch, slut and one time he says 💘 dear 💘

you'd better not read it if you're too sensitive for this kind of content D:  

a/n: 19+ content, characters aged up 20+; this is my work previously published on ficbook.net, don't post it anywhere without my permission

♡ «stop squirming, dear», kafka says in his usual playful manner, squeezing your wrists above your head with one hand to prevent the incipient resistance. a satisfied smile spreads across his face as he settles comfortably between your thighs and rubs his already erected penis.

♡ you don't need to be a genius to understand that kafka is clearly superior to you in strength. despite all your attempts to fight back, all you get is a slap on the bare skin, on which the mark immediately begins to redden, and the strengthened grip on your wrists until they begin to ache painfully.

♡ «don't you understand what'll happen if you keep resisting?», he asks, holding you in place with one hand, while the other one is placed on your chin in order to make you look into his eyes. «i said fucking stop».

♡ the stellaron hunter slightly lingers his gaze on how you lick your dry lips and bends down lower, pulling you in for a kiss. you two haven't spent time together for too long because of your resentment towards him and you can see from his condition that he is absolutely not in the mood for long foreplay.

♡ kafka demandingly crushes your soft sweety lips with his and presses on your cheeks with his fingers, forcing you to open your mouth so that he can deepen the kiss. he starts playing with your tongue and smirks, hearing your soft whimpers.

♡ «you like it when I kiss you like that», he states the fact, gently caressing your cheek. «and yet you keep acting like a bitch. yet you keep resent me because of some silly moment with blade. tell me, why is that? haven't I been kind for you all the time? haven't I been there for you every-fucking-time you needed me? is it how you're going to repay me, slut?». he keeps asking you one thing after the other, while his eyes are sparkling with tricky lights, feigned misunderstanding and his deepest desire and need for you.

♡ the man has always successfully played with human feelings and you have been no exception to the rule. immediately feeling guilty for what you did, you bite your bottom lip and keep silence, allowing him to breathe calmer and loose his grip a little, while he continues speaking.

♡ «I've done so much for you. and now when I need you so fucking much, you want to leave? are you fucking serious? can't even help me?», to prove his words kafka thrusts, making you feel his arousal and understand how much he needs you. «is it so hard for you?»

♡ «n-no...», you respond constrainedly, feeling tears starting to form in your eyes and clouding the image of the man above you. when one tear treacherously rolls down your cheek, the stellaron hunter wipes it away with his thumb, leaning in again for another kiss.

♡ «see? such a good little babe. you surely know your place, don't you?», he contunues mocking you. «and you surely don't want to disappoint your boyfriend. am I right?»

♡ kafka keeps smirking contentedly when he receives your nod in response to his words and lifts up your t-shirt, exposing himself to a view of your chest. with one hand he plays with it, squeezing and scrolling the nipple pea between his long fingers, and leaves a path of kisses to your little belly.

♡ «it's your choice, either you wanna be my good baby or a stubborn bitch who needs to be punished».

#kafka x reader #kafka smut #male kafka #male kafka smut #kafka x you #kafka x y/n #hsr smut #honkai star rail #star rail smut #hsr imagines #honkai star rail imagines #star rail imagines

[prettyboysposts]

drunk kaveh ~ (angst/comfort)

i imagine it is a frequent occurrence that when Alhaitham tags along with Kaveh to the tavern to keep an eye on him, drunk kaveh loses all object permeance.

Alhaitham goes to use the restroom, and Kaveh goes to get more drinks at the bar. By this time Kaveh is fairly intoxicated, and once he’s returned to their booth, he gets that sinking feeling in this gut. And poor Kaveh, his head fuzzy and swirling, can’t seem to understand where this is coming from. He drinks more trying to wash away this horrible feeling, but it keeps deepening, and now he’s feeling very alone. Where had Haitham gone? Why was he alone? Why did he leave? God he misses him, and his heart twinges with ache. Why was he always left alone? Kaveh starts losing sense of his surroundings, laying his head on the table. He can’t help the tears that stream from his eyes onto the wood. He hates this feeling. This deep ache that consumes him and tears him apart. Why did he have to be alone. Properly sobbing now, Kaveh’s world is confined to only his brain, the alcohol twisting his perception of what is around him. That cloud is broken when he feels a cold hand on his shoulder.

“Kaveh, are you alright? What happened?”

Haitham had returned, seating himself next to Kaveh in the booth, concern heavy in his voice. He’d only been gone a few minutes and his boyfriend was now a teary red mess.

“Hey hey hey, it’s ok I’m here. Hey, Kaveh, It’s me. Look at me.” Haitham took Kaveh’s face in his hands, helping him sit up. Those carmine eyes stared at him glossy and so weary, Haitham’s chest hurt to see him this way. Kaveh wasn’t saying anything, but his tears had subsided.

“Kaveh, let’s go home ok? I think that’s enough for tonight.” His boyfriend only nodded and sank into his shoulder, his tears soaking through his shirt. Alhaitham, after trying to maneuver Kaveh out of the booth with difficulty, decided it would just be best to carry him home.

Face still pressed to his shoulder, Kaveh had his arms draped around Haitham’s neck, legs wrapped loosely around his torso.

“Kaveh, love, what happened?” the blond’s breathing had settled a bit, and his tension began to ease in Alhaitham’s hold.

“Thought.. you left me again Hayi..” his response mumbled by fabric.

“Hey” he said softly. His boyfriend turned to look at him this time. “I am never leaving you. Not again, ok?” Haitham pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, tucking a blond strand behind his ear.

“ok” he replied, almost a whisper, gripping the scribe a little tighter.

#they mean so much to me #angst with a happy ending #they are so in love #kavetham #haikaveh #mlm #kaveh x alhaitham #alhaitham x kaveh #angst comfort #kaveh leaks #genshin impact #kaveh my beloved #headcanon #it’s canon guys i’m telling you #drunk kaveh #what if i made this an actual fic

[enden-k]

oh imagine a kvthm outfit swap!! maybe not even a complete outfit swap if you don't feel like it, but maybe kaveh in one of alhaitham's tight shirts and alhaitham in one of kaveh's loose, flowy shirts! i think it could be cute :3 no pressure if you don't feel like drawing it though!

thanks for all ur hard work !! ^w^

i got two asks suggesting outfit swap for the dress up requests, so im using this ask for haitham and the other for kaveh 💚

#own art #dress up hkvthm #al haitham #requested #loml tag

[endenope]

Kaveh in Haitham’s tight shirt and Haitham in Kaveh’s loose shirt….

Haitham’s chest and back being Easily Accessible while Kaveh’s body is Visible through the mesh 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

already drew an outfit swap a while ago !

#reply

[sneezydarliing]

My piece for the 2023 snalintines exchange for @selfindulgentsuffering ! Hope you enjoy, and a huge thanks to everyone in the server for putting this together. 

Starve a cold, feed a fever

word count; 1,584

It begins the night before. 

The second Alhaitham opens his eyes he's thrown forward, sent into a coughing fit so harsh that he knows smothering his mouth with the blanket won't do anything against alerting his probably still-awake roomate. By the time he’s able to catch his breath, His door is already being opened, and he’s greeted with Kaveh rushing towards him, a worried expression on his face.  

“Love? You okay?” His roomate holds out a cup of water, and as Alhaitham takes it silently he can’t help but recognize the sweater hanging loosely off of the other’s frame. He eyes it, then returns his gaze to Kaveh, who huffs. “It was all I could find, okay? Jeez, come in here all worried and all you can do is be grumpy.” He walks out, continuing to mumble to himself about “being ungrateful” and how he’ll never come check on him again even though they both know better. 

The silence is welcomed. Alhaitham can feel an uncomfortable pressure beginning to build in his skull, and sweat prickles the back of his neck even though he feels fine temperature-wise. But surely it’s nothing. Sumeru’s grand scribe does not get sick. He returns to sleep with this thought in mind, brushing off what is easily a half hour of tossing and turning, occasionally muffling more coughs into his blankets. 

It gets worse in the morning. This discomfort has switched to a painful throbbing, and every move sends his head spinning. He essentially stumbles into the main room, where his roommate is currently making himself breakfast, humming idly along to some song that must have been on the radio. He was still wearing his shirt. The sound of Alhaitham’s fumbling brings him back to earth, and he looks up with an irritated expression, squabble not forgotten. 

“You look great this morning.” His tone is heavy with sarcasm, and Al Haitham scowls. “And you probably slept better than me. Your tossing and turning kept me up-” “hHI-Chht!” Kaveh freezes, interrupted from his angry rambling. “Archons bless you.” The saying is an unconscious habit, coming out of his mouth before he can even think of it. As Al-haithan sniffles wetly, he stops and looks at him a little closer. 

“Are you sick?” The frown on Alhaitham’s face deepens. He storms to the coffee table, grabbing his set of keys, and quickly slips on his shoes. He’s almost out the door before Kaveh gets an actual response in the form of a gravely “No.” He gets the ingredients for soup out anyway, huffing to himself. 

       As Alhaitham walks to the Akademiya, part of him regrets leaving at all. Every noise sends a jolt of pain through his head, his throat has begun to feel like gravel, and the first sneeze seemed to have set off some sort of chain reaction, because now he can't go five minutes without another one. There is no other way to put it, he was miserable. 

   It must have shown. Younger students looked at him with mingled concern and curiosity, and he heard whispers about how people should "try to leave him alone today." By the time he got to his office, he was exhausted. 

   Work ticks by at an excruciatingly slow rate, yet he can barely get anything done. It takes easily 5 times of reading anything for it to cut through the fogginess of his brain, and he finds himself spending more time with his head against the desk to help soothe his headache than doing anything else. Every conversation he tries to have ends in a coughing fit, and at some point people stop coming in at all. The rumor of the Grand Scribe's illness must have spread. 

Eventually, he decides to go into the library. Nothing will get done regardless, so he might as well pass the time somehow. Browsing the shelfs, searching for one of the few titles he had yet to read, left him putting how awful he felt to the back of his mind for a moment, able to focus on the moment, at least until the sneezing returned. 

Perhaps it was the dust. Many of the books had lived more than double his lifetime, and the careful tending of them could only do so much. Either way, it was exhausting. He flips a page. "hI’tsCHht-uh! nGt!." Wipes the irritated tears from his eyes, tries to continue, but the cycle seems persistent on repeating. 

"hiDt-CHt!" a stranger offers a blessing. Others glare. He still can't find himself absorbing anything on the page, and it's too hot in the room even though everyone else in there is bundled up. He swallows, trying not to wince at the pain. 6 more hours until he can leave. 

At some point, he returns to his office in a haze. The lack of staring eyes brings him some comfort, but he's reminded more of the work that needs to be done. The papers pile up on his desk, and it seems he can barely go any time without somebody bringing in more. Until somebody hesitates. 

They avert their eyes, fidgeting nervously. Alhaitham resists the urge to tell them to spit it out so he can go back to resting his head on the table. Finally, they speak.  "Are you feeling alright, sir?" He bites back a snappy response. 

"I'm fine." He croaks out, voice sounding much worse than he remembers. The sudden intake of air sends him muffling coughs into his sleeve as the younger student stands awkwardly, clearly unconvinced. 

"Uhm, maybe it'd be best to head home?" Their tone is sheepish and well meaning, but Alhaitham still wants to point out the mounds of work that needs to get done. He resorts to glaring. The student doesn't budge. "Who sent you here?" He asks, running his hands down his face, somehow even more exhausted. 

"Kaveh did. He said not to leave until you go home, sir." He sighs deeper than he knew he was able to. He silently weighs his options. No work will get done either way at this rate, and returning home does sound nice. Maybe he'll let Kaveh win. Just this once. 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'll leave." The student smiles, clearly satisfied. "I hope you feel better soon, sir." The words are lost to Alhaitham, though, as he suddenly finds himself gasping, head tilted. 

"nGt! hiDt-SHhih! "Archons bless you!" He can't help but groan a little as he stands, the world spinning around him, and he's left gripping the table for support. The walk home continues in the same fashion, stumbling around at a snail's pace until he's unlocking the door, met with the back of his roommate's head in the kitchen. 

"tSCHh’uh!" He sighs, pawing at his nose. Kaveh jumps slightly, apparently startled out of some focus. "You're home early." He comments as he turns to face him, revealing a cutting board strewn with vegetables. Bastard, Alhaitham thinks. But he decides to play along. 

"I got sent home." He explains half heartedly, flopping onto the couch. "Well, no wonder. You look awful." Alhaitham can't muster up anything to say in retort, so he just brings up a hand to block the light from his eyes. He can almost feel Kaveh's disapproving look. 

"Go rest in your room. I'll bring you some medicine." Alhaitham doesn’t bother to respond. His nose itches. "What hurts? I can call the doctor over to check you out." He shakes his head. Falling asleep here sounds pleasant enough, but Kaveh will surely shoo him out. "C'mon, go to your own room. It'll be more comfortable.. I can't drag you myself." 

"hI’tsCHhi!" Kaveh sighs. "Archons bless you. Need a tissue?" He shakes his head, sniffling. He can hear his roomate huff in exasperation as he approaches, and is suddenly hauled to his feet. He opens his mouth to protest, but he freezes at the hand on his forehead. He finds himself lost in Kaveh's expression, the way his frown deepens into an almost-pout, like it does when he's stuck on work. 

"You have a fever." Alhaitham hums again. He's led by his arm to his own bedroom, barely noticing as Kaveh removes his ear pieces, too focused on the way he hums, the way he runs a hand through his hair as he searches for something- pajamas, probably. Alhaitham sneezes again, and Kaveh blesses him again. Eventually, he seems to find what he's looking for, handing Al Haitham clothes. He just takes them, not even having the energy to change. 

Kaveh makes a noise of agitation, but Alhaitham feels as he carefully undresses him. "It's no wonder you're ill, sleeping in these thin clothes all the time." He can't help but feel a bit bad, so he sloppily gets to work on his pants, putting the new clothes on himself. He looks up once he's done, and Kaveh gives him a satisfied look that quickly switches to sternness. 

"I'm gonna go buy some medicine, so don't you dare move." He nods, punctuated by a quiet sniffle. He hardly notices when his roomate leaves, leaning his head against the cold wall for comfort. And, once Kaveh returns, it is to that very sight, Alhaitham snoring quietly, mouth slightly agape. He resists the urge to laugh as he sets the bottle of medicine on the desk by the bed, moving his bangs to give him a gentle kiss. "Feel better, darling." He says as he closes the door, despite knowing Alhaitham won't hear it. He can't bring himself to mind. 

#snz stuff #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #sneeze #sneeze stuff #snz #gen/shin #ali writes #sneezing #have this in queue which ive never done before i really hope it works

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visit

There weren’t many things that Alhaitham would genuinely worry about.

On the fingers of one hand Cyno could list them; his position as the Grand Scribe, his precious books, his morning coffee (he was particularly fussy about it) and with some shy disbelief, Cyno had to admit that he, himself made the list.

So to see Haitham fuss about his appearance for once in his life was very interesting to say the least.

“Don’t you think you’re overdoing it a bit?” Cyno commented from where he was leaning against a wall of Haitham’s bedroom, arms crossed and head tilted curiously watching the other man fret uncharacteristically with the choice of his outer tunic.

He had two options: light gray and dark green and he couldn’t decide which one to match with his black short he had on for today.

Cyno thought it didn’t really matter; to him nor to the person they were going to visit anyway.

“Not at all.” Alhaitham said, putting on the tunic – the deep green one, and then picking up a comb from the dresser.

Cyno rolled his eyes and pulled from the wall, walking up to him. He himself was dressed down to simple loose pants and a shirt that barely reached his waist. Perfectly normal and casual outfit for a casual dinner visit.

Yet, Alhaitham insisted on dressing up for the occasion.

“You know he won’t notice right?”

Haitham ignored him in favor of styling his hair.

Cyno sighed.

“You’ve met him already.” He leaned over the dresser, his back to the mirror so he could look up at Haitham. “I don’t see why you think it’s such a big deal.”

Haitham lowered the hand which held the comb and looked at Cyno. His hair was now neatly pushed back, revealing more of his forehead and both of his eyes.

Cyno swallowed. He looked good. But he didn’t need to know that. Hell, he probably knew that already anyway.

Haitham frowned suddenly.

“Why do you assume I won’t take a visit to your only living parent seriously?”

“I didn’t say not take seriously. I just don’t know why you should stress over it so much.”

“I’m not stressed over it.” Haitham answered a bit too quickly and Cyno hummed knowingly. They were silent for a moment, Cyno observing Haitham further primping in front of the mirror and part of him wanted to feel a little jealous he rarely did that for their outings but then most of their ‘dates’ were very casual and mostly at home anyway, just how both of them liked.

“What about your grandmother?”

Haitham paused and looked at Cyno, curious about the random question.

“What about her?”

“You said that if she were here, she would love me no matter what, because you do.” He paused for a moment fighting against the embarrassment and the warmth in his face. “So why do you think Professor will be different?”

Haitham put the bottle of cologne back on the dresser and stepped closer to Cyno, crowding him a bit in his space.

He put one warm palm on Cyno’s cheek and tipped his face up so he had to look him in the eyes.

“Ah that’s because I am not as easy to love as you are.”

Cyno’s breath caught in his throat and his blush finally exploded on his face. Haitham held his gaze for an unnecessary moment longer, before he smiled in satisfaction and pulled away.

“Besides I know he doesn’t like me.”

“Ha? How come?”

Haitham shrugged.

“We had an unfortunate exchange of views some years ago.”

Cyno raised an eyebrow, ignoring his still hammering heart from the stunt before. Haitham was right though. He wasn’t the easiest person to love but that didn’t mean it was less rewarding to when he did. Quite the opposite.

He dismissed the thoughts. For now.

“And you think he’s going to held it against you?”

“Of course.” Haitham said, fixing his hair a bit.

Cyno hummed again.

“Especially if you’re his son. He’s not going to approve you being with just anyone.”

Cyno frowned.

“Haitham, I am an adult. If Professor has a problem with the choice of my partner, then that’s…his problem not mine.”

Haitham didn’t respond.

“But I don’t think he will.”

“That would be preferrable.”

Cyno signed. He grabbed the tails of Haitham’s tunic and dragged him to his level. Then he dipped his fingers of both his hands into Haitham’s perfectly styled hair and purposely messed it up.

He silenced his murmur of protest with a silent ‘hush’. Haitham sighed and let Cyno do what he wanted until his hair was back to his usual look.

“There.” He said and then pressed his forehead to Haitham’s, eyes closed. “Just be your typical self. That’s all I want.”

“Usually, people do not enjoy my ‘typical’ self you know.” He murmured.

Cyno snorted.

“I am not just anyone.”

Haitham’s lips twitched.

“That you aren’t.”

Cyno pushed him away.

“We’ll be late.”

Haitham looked at the clock.

“Mn. Indeed.”

“Professor won’t like it.”

Haitham looked at him for a moment before he smirked.

He grabbed Cyno around the waist and brought him close for a deep kiss.

“Too bad.” He said when they parted and Cyno had to put his hand on the dresser behind him when Haitham let him go so suddenly.

He disappeared into the kitchen, before he reappeared with a bottle of chilled Mondstad wine.

“A peace offering.”

Cyno smiled briefly.

When they closed the door, Cyno took his hand and huffed in amusement.

“So you are nervous.”

“A bit.” He finally admitted and looked at Cyno. “I believe we are now very fashionably late. Shall we?”

“Mhm.” Cyno hummed, squeezing Alhaitham’s trembling hand in his and they set off to meet the man that raised Cyno and gave him a home.

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#haino #cyno #alhaitham #genshin impact #f: genshin #p: haino #fluff #drabble #wc: 500-900

[kavethams]

in which kaveh requires al-haitham’s help to smuggle a cat into the akademiya dorms.

clink, clink, clink.

al-haitham looked from his desk that was littered with paper and books and eraser marks to gaze at the window next to him. the sound stopped. it was probably just debris from the wind anyways. he looked back to his documents.

clink, clink, clink.

al-haitham sighed and looked at the window once more but peered behind it, eyes shifting up and around before finally shifting downwards and finding his senior waving at him with one arm, a rock clenched in his fist. al-haitham prepared himself for whatever idiotic thing the man had to say and opened his window.

“al-haitham!” kaveh whispered as loud as he could. “come down and help me! please!”

“kaveh, it’s 10 PM, what are you doing?!” al-haitham scolded in a hushed voice.

“just come down here!” his senior said, waving him down.

al-haitham rolled his eyes but agreed, “okay! just…hang on.”

he quickly closed the window and put on some slippers and a jacket as he didn’t want to go out into the cold night with just a white tank top. he opened his door carefully and treaded down the hall as silently as he could and down the flight of stairs until he reached the entrance.

kaveh ran up to him, hair loose and free from the usual hair pins he wore. it looked longer now and softer. “oh, thank the archons. listen, i need your help. i found a stray cat and i need help getting it.”

“you’re joking,” al-haitham scoffed, crossing his arms. “a cat? there are many strays in sumeru, kaveh! you can’t just take all you find!”

kaveh huffed, “i would if i could. but, listen haitham, it’s a kitten. skinny as a twig and shaking from the cold. i couldn’t just walk past it like i didn’t hear its mewling…please haitham?”

his did those puppy dog eyes he always did whenever he wanted something or when he tried to convince al-haitham to do something. al-haitham hated that look because it always worked; he hated how kaveh could easily use his attractiveness to get what he wanted.

al-haitham closed his eyes, no longer wanting to see that cute expression on his senior’s face and sighed, uncrossing his arms. “okay, fine. let’s go get that kitten.”

kaveh smiled a toothy smile and led the way. as he walked in front of al-haitham, he noticed how the man was shivering and that’s when he got a good look at what he was wearing.

“why are you wearing shorts and a t-shirt in this weather?” al-haitham asked, looking at him up and down as they walked.

“the dormitories got hot,” he said. “and plus i hate wearing clothes that cling onto me when i’m trying to sleep.”

al-haitham narrowed his eyes. “what were you doing out, anyways? it can get dangerous.”

“worried about me aren’t you?”

“just answer the question, kaveh.”

kaveh sighed then there was silence. if the crickets and fireflies around them stopped their singing and if the wind stopped its howling, al-haitham would probably be able to hear the gears turning in his senior’s head. in fact, he could probably see the steam coming out his ears from his brain working overtime. kaveh was a chronic over thinker.

eventually, the man finally opened his mouth and answered, “i spent the night? no not really…like a couple hours at someone’s house. and i was going through the inevitable walk of shame back to the dormitories when i heard a little meow.”

“hmm…okay. i don’t think i want to know about your escapades,” al-haitham grimaced.

there was something bubbling in al-haitham’s stomach. he didn’t know what exactly it was but it was deeply unpleasant. like dendro vines growing inside his body and wrapping around his heart.

oh.

al-haitham was jealous. he was jealous. jealous of whoever kaveh spent time with and touched him and saw his most intimate parts of him. jealous that it was someone else and not him. at this unfortunate realization, al-haitham swallowed thickly. the lump in his throat remained.

“okay, the cat should be around here. keep quiet. i have some food in my pocket to try to lure it out,” kaveh said then started to step with light footsteps.

al-haitham watched as kaveh lowered himself onto his knees and kneeled besides crates that housed imported items from other nations. the scene looked humorous, a grown man dressed inappropriately for the weather rattling a bag of cat treats that he got from archon’s know where.

“come here,” he whispered almost aggressively, beckoning al-haitham forward to kneel with him. he did what he was told and looked towards the direction kaveh was facing.

in front of them was a cat, no older than a year, probably six months at best, lingering inside some bushes. it was hard to tell the color of it, but its eyes were a brilliant yellow. it looked wary of kaveh. al-haitham couldn’t blame it. he too would be wary if a man who looked like kaveh and who was kaveh tried to snatch him up.

“you’re scaring them, which is why it won’t come to you,” al-haitham said, almost matter-of-factly.

kaveh looked at him with a straight expression, completely unamused but almost borderline offended. “fine, then ‘cat whisperer,’ you call it over.”

al-haitham grinned and took the bag of treats from his hands. “of course.”

al-haitham sat on the floor, loosening up his posture and made himself a bit smaller by curling in on himself just a bit. he opened the bag of treats and as gently as he could, tossed one at the cat. it landed a few inches away from its face.

“you almost killed the poor thing,” kaveh scolded. al-haitham just rolled his eyes and watched as the cat gladly ate the treat.

soon enough, the cat came closer to eat more treats. kaveh was silent, jaw almost to the floor as the cat voluntarily came up to al-haitham. the other man smiled as the cat was now only inches away from his ankles. he let the cat sniff his hand and then, miraculously, the cat rubbed itself on al-haitham’s hand! what the fuck!

“okay, yeah, whatever! let’s just take him back to yours, my roommate is sleeping,” kaveh said as he let the cat sniff him as well.

al-haitham wanted to argue but he knew it would be futile.

thankfully, the cat was desperate for human touch and food so it quickly became trusting. kaveh took the liberty of cradling it against his chest as the poor thing was shaking from the cold. al-haitham faced forwards as they walked side by side back to the dormitories. however, in the corner of his eye, he watched kaveh shiver.

he knew kaveh wasn’t very fond of the cold weather like he is. kaveh preferred the sun; ‘the weather of the extroverts’ al-haitham called it. meanwhile he himself preferred the cold, and in turn, kaveh called it ‘the weather of the introverts.’ he had a better cold tolerance than kaveh who, in al-haitham’s opinion, looked like the sun himself.

unzipping his sweater, al-haitham shrugged it off his shoulders, letting the cold air lick at his shoulders and arms. he stopped walking. kaveh raised his eyebrow. “what happened?” he stopped walking as well.

“put your arm out,” he said and kaveh, for once in his life, listened. al-haitham pulled the sweater sleeve up his arm and did the same with the other arm. the cat seemed unbothered as it moved from arm to arm, it just seemed happy to be there. kaveh held the kitten close to his chest as al-haitham zipped up the sweater. the kitten was now bundled cutely inside the sweater, the head just peeking out from under kaveh’s collarbones.

“oh,” kaveh murmured dumbly. “thank you.”

al-haitham just stroked the cat’s head with his finger, causing the little kitten to purr. the man nodded and continued walking with kaveh by his side.

eventually, both men reached al-haitham’s side of the dormitories. they managed to sneak the cat past lingering guards and akademiya students until they reached al-haitham’s room. al-haitham hurriedly unlocked the door and walked in with kaveh following closely behind. once the door was closed and locked, kaveh placed the cat on his bed.

“that cat is filthy and you’re putting it on my bed?”

“have pity on the poor thing! and stop calling it, ‘it’ you’re dehumanizing it!”

“firstly, it’s a cat. and secondly, you’re calling it, ‘it’ as well!”

kaveh opened his mouth to argue but he found himself at a checkmate. al-haitham sighed, “okay. you can wash it in the sink in the bathroom. i’ll continue doing my homework. i helped you enough.”

kaveh seemed to like that idea. as he washed the cat, al-haitham continued to do his work. occasionally, he would hear the cat yowl and kaveh trying to shush it. and he’d sometimes hear kaveh cussing as the cat tried to scratch him. al-haitham found himself smiling.

once the cat was clean, kaveh wrapped it in a towel and cradled the kitten against his chest like a newborn baby. he walked up to al-haitham and lowered himself to show his junior the little bundle of joy. “congratulations! it’s a girl!”

al-haitham stroked the cat again with his finger. “what’re you naming her?”

kaveh paused for a second. “what am i naming her? what are we naming her. you helped me get her, so i think it’s only fair you also have the right to name her.”

“padisarah?” kaveh asked.

“no.”

and that’s how it went for a while, bringing up name suggestions before one of them struck his down until eventually, “zara?” al-haitham suggested.

kaveh’s eyes lit up, “yes. zara is beautiful.”

kaveh then retreated to al-haitham’s bed where he laid down and set little zara on his chest. he stroked her white fur until he fell asleep with the cat also asleep on his chest.

al-haitham finished his work earlier than he thought. it was weirdly quiet. he turned off his lamp, closed his books and filed his documents and stood up from his desk. he turned around and was greeted with the sight of kaveh asleep on his bed, in his sweater, with their cat on his chest.

al-haitham’s heart clenched at the sight. he grabbed the blanket that was balled up at the foot of the bed and gently pulled it over kaveh’s body. he got into bed besides his senior. al-haitham moved the cat so it was sleeping above their heads on a pillow so that way she wouldn’t disturb them. he tugged the blanket over to his side so now they were sharing it.

kaveh snuggled closer to al-haitham as he tried to find more heat to cope with the cold air. al-haitham removed his hearing aids and placed them on the table and held kaveh to his chest. cuddling was something that wasn’t really foreign to them, in fact, they were very touchy sometimes.

“goodnight, al-haitham. thank you for everything,” kaveh mumbled drowsily. of course, al-haitham didn’t hear what he said, but he did feel the vibration of kaveh’s words from his body as he spoke and that was enough.

#cat smuggling #kavetham #genshin impact #kaveh #al haitham #kaveh x alhaitham #sumeru #i love them so much #i wanted to finish this yesterday at work but we were so busy #deaf al haitham #sun kaveh #moon al haitham #i’m correct #they’re not dating yet

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More sagau ideas

FASHIONNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

sagau characters being transported into readers world is just the funniest shit ever to think about, so here are some ideas I came up with in the shower

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Like you CANNOT under any circumstances let them go outside with their normal outfits. They will be mistaken as cosplayers, and trust me explaining that is not gonna be fun. So just give them different outfits :)

Dragging 'em to the mall to get them new clothing, since they're just wearing loose stuff you found in your closet that fit them. Since there's a lot of ground to cover, you bring groups of people that have similar taste shopping.

I am taking off to Hot Topic with Xiao, Wanderer, and Xinyan. We will buy 90% of that store. (im forcing them to pay btw dont ask how). Also taking Xiao to Claire's bc how does this man have a sleeve tattoo and not pierced ears, I'm getting him those rock star-like black studs. He shall be the silent guy every college girl has a crush on with a simple style that includes a ton of black.

Snatching Albedo from the nearby university and dragging Venti out of a bar to give them the Victorian light academia treatment. RUFFLED COLLARED SHIRTS, you will wear them. >:D Also Venti is making his part of the now very expensive rent by playing music around the nearby cities' streets. Albedo buys those khaki shorts that we all had for middle school dress codes... yeah. Just get him khaki pants instead of shorts and it's all good !!!

SPRINTING to forever 21 with Kaeya, Yae Miko, Childe and Lisa bc we need those stylish slutty outfits for them. </3 Kaeya is getting the black sleeveless sheer shirt w/ grey sweatpants. I'm not sorry. Shopping with those three is an absolute MOOD in the best way possible. Having a bunch of incredibly hot people around you that know they're hot shopping for those tiktok whore outfits bc they would be the only ones who would actually wear those lol.

Imagine just walking around with Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc, and Al Haitham to get them all suits of some sort in their respective color pallets. I'm sorry I just can't see them wearing anything else than history teacher style suit and ties. Shopping with them would be so funny though because with so many tall professional looking guys I think you accidentally scared like 120 people.

#genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #xinyan #xiao #scaramouche #wanderer #albedo #venti #kaeya #yae miko #childe #lisa genshin impact #ayato #zhongli #diluc #al haitham #genshin modern au