Bad Pet Pt. 1

Zhongli

Zhongli is normally a calm man...but his affection for you introduces him to an unfamiliar emotion.

Embarrassment was never in Zhongli's expansive dictionary. Not in the past thousands of years when he's asked humans some silly questions while ruling over them, and certainly not in the present when putting things on Wangsheng's tab when his own wallet is absent.

But now, you've joined the funeral parlor as an employee, and Zhongli had expressed the appropriate amount of curiosity about you; curiosity which soon turned into caring, and caring which gradually turned into attachment. Zhongli now likes you very much, something he hopes to convey to you when the time is right.

So now, whenever he does something strange that makes him look silly in front of you, he finds his cheeks burning hot with mortification.

Like the time he asks Xinyan to perform her rock music...at a funeral. When the debacle occurs, the rockstar raising a hue and cry at the preposterous request of the consultant, Zhongli catches you stifling a giggle out of the corner of his eye. Oh no, you find him silly..? He finds himself rather upset at the notion, a first for the nonchalant god.

"Aww, are you pouting, mister Zhongli?" you tease afterward, which makes his face burn even more as he hurriedly excuses himself. (He tries to discern in the mirror, later, whether his pout could have been seen as attractive.)

You and him are out on the way to see a client when you're accosted by a gang of Fatui. Zhongli disposes of them with ease, proudly returning to your side and glowing at your praise of his skill. "Oh, you've got a bit of dirt here..." You dust off the sleeve of his outfit, and Zhongli, normally unconcerned about the inevitable evidences of battle, finds himself blushing. How much cooler would he have looked to you if he'd beat them all up without a single mark on himself? Now he's just flustered.

He goes over conversation topics in his head, attempting to figure out what would best keep you engaged. He wants to share fun bits of knowledge with you, but how can he do that when 'fun' is subjective? Zhongli sincerely hopes you'll find Blackcliff Forge trivia interesting, for he might just crumble if you don't.

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

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“FIGHT?”

Note:

I might make a part two of this for the other characters, especially for tighnari, ayato and wanderer, just let me know who else I should write for this one, I'll do my best to write for them.

—› I DON'T POST IN ANY PLATFORM EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE!

Synopsis:

You got into a fight and your beloved found out which you weren't fond of, because now, you got yourself worried and fussed about with your beloved.

Diluc, Zhongli, Al-haitham x fem!reader.

Warning: ooc, grammatical errors.

Diluc

The red head was making his way towards the tavern, his hands slipping the gloves on them as he tie his hair on low pony tail. He visibly perked up when he heard a passerby murmuring something about his fiance getting into a fight which made him raised an eyebrow.

You? Get into a fight?

As if, you looked so innocent and so kind, hell, you're even caring to the point you kept feeding the stray cats and dogs around the city using your earned mora from all your expedition as an adventurer.

Huffing, he disregard the murmurs about his lover and made his way inside of the tavern.

Only to find you fixing your clothes with the back of your hands bruised up, he could even see the dent on the floor and on the wall with an obvious shape of a human being imprinted on the dent.

Venti is beside you, his hands fumbling against your hair as he do his best to tie your (color) locks presentably.

"What in the teyvat happened here?" His question made all of you tensed in your spots, even charles who was wiping something off from the counter, hastily hid the rag on his pocket before staring at his boss.

"Liebling." Diluc called out for you as he approached your seat and taking ahold of your hand with his, "What happened? Why do you have this nasty bruise? I didn't see this earlier back in winery."

You could only let out a nervous laugh, eyes looking everywhere but him.

"Uh.. Your g— I mean, (name), I'll take my leave." Venti hastily tried to cover up his slip up, he flinched on his spot when he saw that you were glaring at him quite menacingly, "Hehe.. Try to hold back next time!"

With that, he left the tavern.

Diluc raised an eyebrow at you, "What was that all about?" He asked, his hand letting go of you before cupping your cheeks on his palm.

"I.. I got into a fight with one of the custom—"

"Ahem." Charles purposely coughed out loud, his eyes wide as if telling you to be honest towards his worried master.

"Okay.. Maybe not one, but five of your customers—"

"Five?" Diluc asked, his hands on your cheeks trembling ever so slightly at the mention of an unbelievable number, "Why would you fight, not one, not two, not three, but five men? Is that why your hand has a bruise? Is that why there are dents inside of my tavern? Is that why you're all roughed up?"

His bombardment of questions made you chuckle, you couldn't help, but smile towards your beloved lover because he was worried about you.

For barbatos's sake, you're the creator of their world!

Though, he doesn't know that, but still, even if he doesn't know, you still signed up to be an adventurer so surely, taking five men— large and muscled ones at that, were not that unbelievable, right? I mean, you quickly raised your ranking on the guild so you could receive a large amount of mora.

"Calm down, love." You laughed softly as you take his hands on your slightly bruised ones, "As you can see, I'm fine, sure, I have this bruise, but that's the only bruise I received, well.. Save for the damage I caused on your tavern.. But I can pay you for that."

Diluc pursed his lips, he wasn't the type to show his emotions to anyone especially not in front of his staffs, however, you are laughing right now despite the bruise on your skin.

"Liebe, you should be careful. I won't stop you from fighting, but you must be extra careful." He let out a sigh, squeezing your hands before burying his face on your shoulder, "And here I thought, you couldn't hurt anyone.."

You laughed once more, patting his back.

Oh, if only he knew how you beat up monsters and other organization around teyvat then he wouldn't have to worry about your being.

Well, only if he know.

Zhongli

"Have you heard?"

"Yeah.. That girl that is dating the consultant of that particular parlor, got into a fight."

"It was quite a gruesome sight.."

What?

Zhongli halted in his track, his head whipping towards the elderly couple who are making their way down to the harbor. His amber eyes are wide in worry, he knew who they were talking about, but you looked quite fine when he left you on your shared home.

He quickly took a bee line towards the bubu pharmacy, he remembered that you told him last night that you have to deliver a couple of medicinal herbs to Baizhu early in the morning.

He was aware of your abilities as an adventurer and he trust you because he had seen your capability while fighting, but every time you'll get into a fight— he can't stop himself from worrying, the thoughts of you getting hurt seem to haunt his mind as he approach the pharmacy with quickened pace.

"Yes, yes, thank you for the payment, also for the ointment, this can heal the bruise—" You couldn't finish what you were saying because someone had pulled you in a tight embrace.

"Greetings, Mr. Zhongli." Baizhu smiled at the dark haired male and he didn't seem to mind the lack of greetings from the older male because his gaze was fixated on the bruise in your cheek.

You let out a gasp, realizing that your fiance was quick to set his eyes on the purple spot on your skin.

"Er.." Despite already seeing it, you still brought a hand up to your cheek to cover up the bruise, "I can explain? Please don't start asking because as far as I know, you should be at the parlor, signing those papers given to you by hu tao."

Zhongli's eyes narrowed towards your action, but didn't say anything else as he slid his arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side.

"Ah, we'll see you soon, baizhu!" You called out to the doctor as your fiance led you away from the pharmacy, the said male could only chuckle and wave his hands towards the two of you with his little companion around his neck hissing softly.

The walk towards the parlor was quiet, it was very unusual for zhongli to be silent, but you couldn't say anything because you know that he must have clearing his mind.

The people on your way to his workplace would look at you, especially the people who witnessed your fight with the men and women who badmouthed you as they talk rubbish towards your beloved retired archon.

You flashed them a smile, a silent threat to keep them quiet before you were pulled inside of the parlor.

"Take a seat, dearest." He gestured towards the couch that he had bought for you just in case you wanted to bask in his presence.

Once seated, the retired archon rubbed the ointment against the purple bruise on your cheek.

"What happened?" He asked, a grimace on his face as he scanned your body for any wound, "This is the first time that you got a pretty bad bruise.."

You wondered if you told him that you are the divine creator they are devoted to.. Would he still worry about you like this? Would he rest at ease if he knew that you can bring a whole nation into ruin in a blink of an eye?

"I was hurt because those guys.. Talked bad about you and I, of course, normally, I would let it pass, but I was feeling a little sly today so I didn't let it go." You mused, hand cupping his cheek in a loving manner as a small smile creep into your lips.

"Please refrain from getting into something like this in the future, you might end up hurt badly one day." He sighed out, leaning his face against your palm.

You decided to stay silent about your true identity, as long as you won't bleed in front of him then he wouldn't find out about your golden blood. You don't want to tell him about your abilities as a creator so you kept quiet, you will tell him soon though, just not now.

"Ahem." A cough from his boss had separated the two of you, "I was worried because I heard (name) got into a fight, but it seems that she's okay due to the fact that the two of you are about to make out."

"He was just helping me with the ointment!"

Al-haitham

It was one of his day off from the Akademiya, no paper work, no scholars, no rebuttal, no people barging into the room, no noise— it's just him, his book and the empty spot on his bed where you are supposed to be on.

He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, you told him that you have to go out to buy some ingredients for lunch and dinner. You promised him that you wouldn't take long, but it's almost two hours since you left the house, he's sure that Kaveh must have drop you off to the market and helped you for a few minutes before leaving you on your own, however, what's taking you so long?

He closed his book, eyes trailing towards the door and he make up his mind.

He'll look for you.

Which brought him to the grand bazaar, his teal eyes looked around foe you. The place are crowded for the morning so it was quite hard to look for you, but he always know where to find you.

"Separate them, quick!" He heard Nilou somewhere in the crowd, her voice frantic and full of worry.

Hearing this, he waltzed his way towards her.

"Where's (name)?" He didn't even bother greeting her, he went straight to the point and asked for your whereabouts. He guessed hat you probably met up with her since she was holding a couple of bags, he could see the custom made purse he gave you on your first wedding anniversary.

"Archons, please stop her, she's—" Nilou couldn't finish what she was saying because someone was thrown over to their spot. She jumped away from Alhaitham and quickly looked over to your position.

Your hair is disheveled, clothes torn yet no scratch on your skin, although, there was a large bruise that is forming on your forearm.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you kicked the barely conscious man in front of you, his body flinching at how harsh your kick was before he was blown away just like his friends— his body crashed against the nearby wall, successfully knocking him unconscious.

What?

Alhaitham couldn't believe his eyes, did he just witness you kick someone away from you? Just how strong was your kick for a large man to be blown away from your spot? No, wait.. Just how strong are you?

On your three years of relationship and a year of marriage together, he had never seen you so mad like this before.

"Calm her down, quick!" Nilou pushed him towards you quite harshly, "We couldn't stop her from fighting back, but if this continues, she might kill them!"

Hearing that, alhaitham approached your frigid figure, he was slightly hesitant to ask what happened so he kept quiet as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Now, don't get him wrong, he doesn't despise showing slight pda, but was it that shocking to pull you in his embrace in front of so many people?

You literally tensed up in his arms, your eyes locking with his teal ones in shock and confusion.

"Habibti." He murmured softly with his arms tightening around your waist, "Let's go home, you're roughed up from the fight and I yearn to be in your presence."

He didn't hear your response, but the way you melt against him? It made his heart skip a beat. He didn't hesitate to swift you off your feet and carry you, he approached Nilou reluctantly and the lady handed him your purse and the bags.

You held the bags close to you with the purse slipping inside on one of them.

"I take it that you'll take care of this?" Alhaitham spoke, not glancing towards Nilou as he adjusted you on his arms so the bags wouldn't fall from your hold.

"Yes.. Of course, take care of (name)."

He didn't say anything else and walked away from the scene, he even stepped on the man that was thrown over as he made his way towards the exit.

You stayed quiet, not sure as to how you'll explain yourself to your husband. How the hell will you explain that physical strength? Nilou knows that you're the creator, but your husband doesn't. It's not like you don't trust him, no, of course not, it's just that, you felt like it wasn't the right time to tell him about it?

Besides, you had told him anything about you, except for the fact that you came from another world and that you are the one that was considered as divine creator of teyvat.

"Habibti, please refrain yourself from getting into fights." Alhaitham said, his eyes on the path ahead of him, "I let you off my sight because I knew that you'll become cranky if I follow you, but look at what happened."

You felt guilty now, you couldn't stop the frown from creeping into your face as you heard his words.

"I was just worried.. And with you being pregnant, is not helping the heavy feeling on my chest right now." He spoke quietly, it was as if he's afraid of making you upset even more.

You make up your mind, once the two of you reach your shared home, you'll tell him everything about you, including your abilities as the creator.

© kunichigo

Honesty

Levi x male reader

I don’t even know what this is. Just a lot of smut I wrote. Got a tad rushed at the end cause it wrote it at like 2am and got tired after almost 4 hours of writing.

Enjoy tho 🤷‍♂️

“You missed a spot.”

(Y/n) let out a soft sigh and gave a light chuckle, “I’m aware Levi, I just needed more soap.”

As if to make his point clearer, (Y/n) reached behind Levi to grab the body wash sitting on the shelf behind him

They were currently taking a quick shower since (Y/n) had woken up feeling quite frisky.

Luckily, they woke up early and were able to have a quickie before having to attend the morning meeting set to start soon. As the Captain and Section Commander, they were expected to arrive on time.

Unfortunately, a slight set back is causing them to be a tad late.

“I swear to the walls, you are never cumming in me again.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle as his lover glared up at him, the tips of his ears slightly red.

“You always say that but we both know how much you love when I fill you up.”

(Y/n) was fully enjoying teasing Levi, how could he not when his little lover made it so easy. Though there was a small part of him that thought maybe Levi didn’t enjoy it after all.

“I most certainly do not. It feels uncomfortable and it’s a bitch to clean out. Why on earth would I enjoy it?”

‘Hmmm…’ (y/n) thought, ‘perhaps I misjudged his feelings. It has happened before.’

“…Ok then, I won’t do it anymore.”

Levi paused briefly while (Y/n) finished rinsing himself off and prepared to step out of the shower.

‘Surely he’s joking. The asshole has never not came inside me in the 4 years we’ve been together’

As (Y/n) left the bathroom to get dressed, Levi finished cleaning up and got out as well. Mentally deciding that (Y/n) was in fact not serious and the next time they had sex (y/n) would undoubtedly cum inside Levi as he always has.

Well, about two weeks later there they were. It was early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the two lovers were tangled together in bed.

Levi was panting, his arms wrapped around (y/n) and his face buried in his neck as his lover pounded him ferociously

(Y/n) grunted and moaned as he slammed his cock over and over, driving it deeper into his lovers tight ass.

Levi was warm and tight around his cock, it was taking everything in (Y/n) not to cum right there but he was determined to make Levi cum first. As he always did, insisting on putting his lovers pleasure before his.

Levi was in heaven, as he always is when he’s connected so intimately with (y/n). With every thrust, he sees stars. (Y/n) was hitting the perfect spot head on with his cock, having memorized its location.

Levi’s eyes squeezed shut, his fingernails marking (Y/n)’s back as pleasure ricocheted through his groin. It wasn’t long before he finally came undone. His cock spasmed, cum smearing all over him and his lover. Waves of ecstasy washed through him as he slowly came down from his high

(Y/n) couldn’t help but smirk, he always gets a sense of pride knowing he’s the one who put Captain Levi of all people into a state of pure pleasure from his cock.

He began his pounding once again, having stopped briefly to enjoy the sight of Levi cumming. It wasn’t long before his thrusts became sporadic

An anxious feeling came through Levi, this was his favorite part. (Y/n) would soon fill him full. He could never admit it to himself, and especially not to (Y/n), but he absolutely loved the feeling of being filled to the brim with cum.

He doesn’t understand why but something about being cummed in gives him life. It sends him into what he can only describe as a mental orgasm. He not only desires it but craves it.

With a few more thrusts, (Y/n) felt the build up of his own orgasm. His balls clenched and his eyes rolled and just before he cums, he pulls out. He fists his cock quickly, cum shooting out and onto Levi’s stomach, Mixing with his own.

The second (y/n) pulled out Levi’s eyes, which were closed anxiously in waiting, shot open. He glanced down in disbelief as (Y/n) was coming down from his high.

Levi couldn’t process what was going on, he couldn’t believe what just happened. (Y/n) always came inside, always. Levi didn’t understand what was different this time, thinking at first he had done something to upset (y/n).

But then he remembered, his brain showing him the quick shower scene that told him (Y/n) was only doing what he said he would.

Levi didn’t like that one bit and (Y/n) could tell he was upset. He knew immediately why, as he was almost always excellent at reading Levi’s body language.

‘Oh, so he does like it.’

Deciding to test him, (Y/n) reached over and gently stroke Levi’s cheek, something he usually does after finishing inside him.

“What’s wrong my love? You seem upset.”

Levi debated telling (Y/n) the truth. That he was not only upset but down right pissed off and disappointed. But by doing that he’d have to admit he lied about hating being filled. He’d have to admit that he not only liked it, but desired it greatly.

And that was something his pride absolutely could NOT do.

So instead he decided to go along and pretend everything was fine, telling himself that there was no way (Y/n) could keep this up for long. He was bound to break and cum inside at some point.

…right?

It’s been another three weeks and here they were again. This time Levi had seduced (Y/n), an extremely rare occurrence on its own, while he was in his office shortly after breakfast.

Luckily, (Y/n) had already finished his paperwork and was about to leave for morning training when Levi came in and coerced him into a quickie. Now Levi lay bent over (Y/n)’s desk, hands gripping the edge as he had his ass pummeled.

He tried desperately to be quiet, as (Y/n) was being exceptionally aggressive this time. The back of Levi’s neck was gripped in a tight hold, the force of (Y/n) keeping him down and in place as (Y/n) took what was his.

(Y/n) had to admit, not being able to fill his lover full was upsetting him as well. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed deep inside of Levi. To paint his walls with his cum and claim him in the most brute way.

But (Y/n) was also stubborn and determined to teach Levi a lesson. Levi needed to learn to trust (Y/n) and not be ashamed to admit what he enjoys. It low key upset (Y/n) that after 4 years of being together officially l, Levi still couldn’t be completely truthful with (Y/n).

The aggravation at Levi not trusting him, as well as the unfulfilled desire to finish inside his lover, lead (Y/n) to be slightly more aggressive than usual.

(Y/n) let out a stiff grunt with every violent thrust. Loving how Levi was now having to bite down on his hand to keep the noises at bay. (Y/n) couldn’t help but reach out and grab a fist full of Levi’s fine hair and pull him up against his chest.

Levi couldn’t help but let out an exceptionally loud whimper as his hand fell from his mouth to reach back and grab at the wrist of his lover. He could have easily removed it but he loved the sting, and he couldn’t help but enjoy being man handled.

(Y/n) let out a deep chuckle in between his grunts as he continued to pound into Levi. His other hand on Levi’s waist, keeping him still and stood against him.

Levi shivered and clenched his teeth, drool leaking from his chin as (Y/n) spoke sternly into his ear.

“You like that don’t you? You love when I pull your hair? When I take what’s mine? When I force you to lay there and take my cock like a good little cock slut huh?”

(Y/n)’s words made Levi’s cock drip with precum. He did. He loved being used as (Y/n)’s personal cock sleeve. To feel, in the moment, like nothing but a hole for his lover to fuck. It was like a form of praise to Levi. He loved to please (Y/n). It was his one main purpose. And he was doing a great job at fulfilling it.

(Y/n) was getting frustrated, he wanted Levi to admit to him all his desires. He wanted to hear Levi babble in ecstasy about how much he loved his cum. To hear him beg (Y/n) to claim him oh so roughly. To listen to Levi’s sweet sobs of pleasure as he was filled over and over to where (Y/n) cum was overflowing from every hole.

And he wanted it now.

Levi was surprised when (Y/n) suddenly pulled out of him. He was about to ask what was happening when he was abruptly forced to his knees.

(Y/n) sat down in his office chair above him, breathing a little heavy, as he gazed at Levi beneath him with a look in his eyes that Levi couldn’t pin point.

“(Y/n), what are you-“

“Shut up.”

Levi’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape. He was utterly confused but also aroused at (Y/n)’s dominant attitude.

(Y/n) stared at Levi, silently trying to figure out the quickest way for Levi to break.

“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. If you move them even once I’ll tie them to your ankles.”

Levi’s heart was thrumming, not only from just having had a cock pounding in and out of his ass, but from the sheer tone (Y/n) was using. The one that screamed ‘Defy me. I fucking dare you.’

Good thing Levi was always great at following orders. He put his hands behind him, gripping them as comfortably at he can.

(Y/n) wanted to smirk and say ‘good boy’ but he had to keep up his pissed off look if this was to work.

So instead, he leaned over and reached out, grabbing Levi by his hair once again and bringing him inches from his face.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m getting a little tired of your pride being the reason you can’t be truthful with me. So until you can sit there and confidently tell me exactly what you want, you’re going to suck me off over and over and over again. Except you will not be swallowing a single fucking drop until you can get over the fucking false pretenses that admitting your desires to me is somehow demeaning. So if you want me to give you my cum, you’re going to have to beg me for it. Do you understand?”

Levi was frozen in shock, he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to tell (Y/n) how much he wanted his cum, he really did.

But, something was stopping him. A feeling in his gut that screamed at him not to. So he sat quiet, trying to find a solution that didn’t involve him losing his dignity.

But (Y/n) was not a patient man and quickly got to work of fulfilling his promise.

Using the grip he had on Levi’s head, he forced his cock into the warm, wet cavern of Levi’s mouth. (Y/n) through his head back and groaned as he forced Levi to bob up and down on his cock

Levi moaned around the cock in his mouth, his eyes already stinging and his cheeks stretching to accommodate (Y/n)’s size. His own cock dripping fluid onto the floor, saliva pooling around his lips, god he was such a cock slut. He wanted badly to reach out with his hands and fondle (Y/n)’s balls, knowing that it almost always brought him to an early end.

But he wasn’t allowed and Levi knew better than to test (Y/n) while he was like this. So he sat there, for the next two hours. Jaw gone slack, face a mess with dried spit, lips swollen, and body covered in (Y/n)’s cum.

It was times like this that Levi cursed (Y/n)’s stamina. The man could literally go all day and night and not be too tired for another round. Levi’s knees were sore, his hands had been tied back since Levi lost the strength to hold them back manually. And the new addition of a cock ring sat at the base of Levi’s cock. Keeping him from cumming.

After his ninth orgasm, (Y/n) pulled Levi off his cock, just like he had been doing after every orgasm, and checked to see if levi would finally admit to him.

“How about now? You ready to admit you want my cum?”

Levi swallowed, his throat was getting sore, and spoke with a coarse voice

“P-Please….”

(Y/n) gripped his chin gently and gazed into Levi’s watery eyes

“Please what?”

Levi licked his swollen lips, and went to speak

But his stomach knotted up once again. And all he could say was “Please….w-why do I hav-“

Before he could finished (Y/n) shoved his cock back into his mouth with an annoyed tch.

“That isn’t what I asked.”

(Y/n) furiously slammed his cock down Levi’s throat, more pissed off with every push.

“Why can’t you just say it? ‘Please (Y/n) fill me with your cum’ that’s all you have to say and I will gladly do so. I’ll fill your ass full of my seed and plug you up. You’ll go the rest of the day filled with my cum just like I know you want. I’ll pour it down your throat, fill your stomach nice and full of my milk. And I’ll do it every day if you so wish but no. You’d rather be here. Kneeling in a pool of my wasted cum.”

(Y/n) felt yet another orgasm reach him and pulled out. But decided not to cum this time. He was reaching his breaking point.

Levi caught his breath and whimpered when (Y/n) glared at him one final time. “Say it.”

Levi squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears rolling down the already carved paths down his cheeks. He begged that feeling to go away, he tried desperately to speak his desires to his love.

(Y/n) sighed, clearly this didn’t work. All it did was prove to him that Levi didn’t trust him. So he begrudgingly reached down and untied Levi’s hands and took of his cock ring.

Levi was confused at first but that was quickly replaced by panic when (Y/n) got up and walked to where his clothes were on the floor

Levi didn’t know what happened, but when he saw his lover start to walk away, the sinking feeling in his stomach, the one that forbid him from telling (Y/n) the truth, vanished. And in its place was the feeling of sheer panic. He didn’t want something as silly as this to ruin the best part of his life.

So he quickly stood, with great effort as his knees were fucking killing him and his legs tingly, and flung himself into (Y/n)’s arms. He kissed his lover hard, relieved when (Y/n) kissed him back with just as much passion

They pulled away and stared deep into each other’s gaze

“I want you (Y/n).”

Levi’s expression was that of what he always wore. Except (Y/n) could see the love and passion that shone through his grey eyes like stars shining through the clouds late at night.

“I want all of you. I want your love. I want your dumb ass remarks. I want your equally smart ass comments.”

(Y/n) chuckled and nuzzled his nose against Levi’s

“…..I want your laugh. I want your smile. I want the butterfly’s that stir in my stomach every time you touch or even look at me. I want everything that has to do with you.”

(Y/n) was holding back his tears as he felt the overwhelming love radiate from Levi.

“And I especially want your cum.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but bust out laughing, which only caused Levi to hide his face in (Y/n)’s shoulder

“Shut the fuck up, you’re the one who want me to say that.”

(Y/n)’s laugh went away slowly before he nuzzled his lovers cheek

“I know baby, it was just really cute.”

Levi huffed but before he could complain much more (Y/n) quickly moved them to their room.

“What in the actual shit are you doing!? We’re fucking naked you idiot, someone’s gonna see!”

(Y/n) chuckled and closed the door behind them quickly. Luckily it was lunch time and no one was in the halls.

“That was stupidly reckless asshole.”

Levi grumbled as he was laid on there bed, (Y/n) crawling above him and spreading his legs

“Sorry my love, but I didn’t wanna fuck you at my desk and risk slipping on the mess you left on the ground.”

Levi scoffed in disbelief, “I didn’t leave Jack shit on the ground, you’re the one who came like ten times and didn’t clean it”

(Y/n) shrugged before roughly entering Levi, affectively shutting the latter up. (Y/n) smirked and leaned down next to Levi’s ear

“Get ready cause you’re about to be bedridden for the next week.”

Sub zhongli 

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

CW ⁞ oral (reader receiving), kissing, marking, face sitting, praise (both receiving), worshipping, reader has slightly low self esteem, straddling, mentions of marriage, fem!reader, zhong has a big pp, cumming untouched, squirting

The past few days have been rough. Work was piling up and after the last report you’d written was received poorly, you couldn’t help but doubt your abilities in the profession you’d chosen. To be fair, all the stress of your job was piling up and it didn’t take much for your husband, Zhongli, to notice.

He watched as your eyes filled with tears each time you walked through the door, how you sprawled on the couch after pouring yourself a cold glass of wine. Although he knew everyone had bad days, when it became recurrent, he knew he had to ask you about your feelings.

“My darling, what’s plaguing your mind?” He asked, hands slithering around your waist to kiss down the softness of your neck. “My ears are all yours.”

“Honey, I just don’t know what to do— work is so stressful, all my reports have been badly received, but they won’t even tell me how to improve. They throw it back! And it just makes me feel like I should give up and quit like I’m nothing to the company.”

It hurt him to see you like this, tears falling from your eyes. Where you worked was always like a dream, but as business picked up and more sales came through, he watched as that spark in your eye slowly faded each time you walked out the door.

“You should know that in whatever you do, I know you give it your all. If those in your workplace fail to recognize that, it’s not your fault. If they choose not to help you grow, it’s not your fault, darling,” he comforted, squeezing you tight, his soft lips grazing your cheek.

Though you knew he was doing his best to help rid you of your worries, you couldn’t help but feel his soft heartbeat against your back, each curve of his strong arms around your waist making you feel flushed in the face. “Li, sweetheart?”

He hummed in answer, his warm breath on your neck making you feel the need to clench your legs shut. When he was sweet and caring like this (granted, he always was), it always made you feel a particular type of way knowing how much he cared about you and your well-being.

“I know you like doing this. Will you please treat me a little bit today? If you know what I’m referring to,” you asked, trying not to appear bashful at the suggestive request.

“Archons, I thought you’d never ask. Please, (Y/N), after you,” he motioned toward the hallway, eying you with admiration as you nearly pranced toward your shared bedroom, lighting a few candles and taking a moment to clean yourself with a warm towel and little amounts of soap.

He undressed, wrapping his familiar low ponytail into a messy bun to hold it out of the way. Resting against silk pillows, he just near came in his pants, watching you step out of the bathroom, pretty black lingerie decorating your body. Zhongli would never understand how you could hate anything about your body, from each curve to your love handles, to the perk of your breasts, to the dip of the contrasted muscle in your calves. He treasured it all so endlessly.

He’d seen many a portrait of what humans imagined the gods lost to time to look like, and not a single one measured up to your beauty. Long eyelashes and glistening orbs, sweet lips and soft smile, he was so irrevocably in love with you.

“Over here, dearest,” he says, invitingly beckoning his hand toward the plush of the bed. Though he knew his needs would have to wait, it was almost impossible to ignore the way his cock twitched, lying against the pillows to allow you to straddle him.

As your hardly covered sex grind on his large cock, you knew there was no way you could take him without preparing yourself in the slightest beforehand. Luckily, Zhongli had other plans to pleasure you, beckoning to his reptilian tongue that usually stayed fairly hidden.

“Beautiful, sweet girl. You’re so enchanting,” he says, accommodating the warmth of your thighs around his neck. With each subtle flick to your clit, a chill ran down your spine. He could always tongue-fuck you so well, but today you could tell he was putting his all into it.

The slurping of your juices made him impossibly harder, the depth of your insides his tongue could reach into always making you whine and whimper until he finally decided to let you go. His strong arms were buckled around your thighs and with each lick your eyes rolled back. “Y-yeah, that’s good— just how I like it,” you moaned, grinding your puffy and sticky cunt onto his tongue. “Li, it feels so good.. mm.. hmm!”

His tongue slid up and down along your slit, circling back to lick at the spot just above your clit. You could feel the tightness and slight discomfort as you neared your orgasm, hips stuttering while he ate you out. “You’re too good at this, g-gonna cum, baby,” you whined, gripping your headboard with every effort to ground yourself. “Pussy feels so good, love you so much— fuuuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming—.”

Your thighs clenched impossibly tighter around him but that was the least of his worries. He was a god, he had a lot more strength than most. Every inch of your body was trembling and perspiring, orgasm raking through you, your warm and sticky sex throbbing around the feel of Zhongli’s tongue. “Feels amazing, love you so much— Li, h-honey, I love you so much—.”

He loved the way you bestowed him with that nickname, the way your juices flowed into his mouth, face feeling overwhelmingly flushed and stomach unbearably tight. Tonight was all about you, he could rub one out later, he wanted to heel impossibly good under his care.

As you lifted yourself off of his face with shaky legs, he breathed heavy, and you knew he wasn’t satisfied with what he’d done so far. “Edge of the bed?” You questioned, petting his wet hair, a mix of sweat and your fallen tears from pleasure upon his forehead.

“That’s right where I need you, allow me to taste more of that pretty pussy, please, dear?” He knew how to get the blood flowing in all the right directions. Spreading your legs, he sat on his knees, pretty back arched as he went down on you again. “Taste so good, darling— mmh, archons, this is all mine?”

“All yours, handsome,” you whispered, breath hitching in your throat as he lapped at your wet pussy. Your hands practically had a mind of their own when he went down on you, fingers intertwined with his brunette locks, the sunlight shining through the window highlighting the gold of his hair so beautifully. “So pretty, aren’t you?”

“Thank you, my love. Nothing can compare to you, all of you. You’re so mesmerizing, any other besides you taints my eyes. I’m a servant for your pleasure, most beautiful (Y/N).” You couldn’t help but flush, so deeply lost in the pleasure he gave you and the way your heart soared with love.

“S-so perfect, how’d I get so.. fuuck— lucky? Mmn.. hmphh.. gonna cum all over your tongue, baby, drink it all up, m— fucking GODS!— my pretty boy.” His tongue prodded deep inside of you, pressing up against that sweet gummy spot within.

“Mmh— cum, my goddess, cum for me, won’t you?” Your lip trembled as your eyes squeezed shut, tears falling down your cheek as you cried out, gushing all over Zhongli’s tongue.

Your moans were loud and erotic, heavy breathing echoing throughout your warm room. Lurching forward, your hands shook around the tufts of hair you had clenched. “‘S too much, too much, baby, no more—.”

“Apologies, my love. You taste heavenly,” he laughed, licking the sweet slick upon his lips. You watched how almost primal he looked, kissing up your leg and trailing up your thigh. It had taken you a long while to realize how needy he was, face red and hot all the way down his shoulders as he gently rubbed his weeping cock against your leg.

“Terribly sorry, darling— just hearing you… moan just as you were— made me so hard,” he admitted, continuing to rut against you, his hips stuttering whilst he whined. To silence himself, he tried to kiss into your skin once more, but the sound of your pleasure kept replaying in his head. “So sorry, but please, can I ask one thing of you? Spur me on, I’d love to cum all over you. I’ll clean you as well if it’s what you desire.”

“That’s a good job, Zhongli, keep fucking onto my leg, you sweet, desperate boy. You did so good.” You watched, amused as he bit into his lower lip, cheek pressed firmly against your thigh while he desperately tried to reach his orgasm. “You know what would make me feel even better? Having my way with you. Riding your cock until you’re spouting nonsensical nonsense, playing with you until you forget all what you are. The mighty Morax, so wonderful for a measly mortal, how did I get so lucky?”

He groaned, breath hitching as he came, spurts landing across your foot and along your leg, the white ropes running down, droplets sinking to the floor. “What a mess I’ve made, I’m sorry, my sweetheart,” he apologized, running his warm tongue across your leg and across your mid-foot.

“I’d stay right here the rest of my days if it meant I could please you, dearest,” he admits, getting up from the position on his knees and holding your hand to cup his cheek. You both were utterly wrecked, hair astray and sweat coating the surface of your skin. “I hope I’ve helped alleviate some of that anxiety you felt.”

“You did, Zhongli. Thank you, sweetheart. I love you,” you smile, kissing his lips, the remnants of your own taste lingering on the soft surface.

“But, I can’t help but wonder, what of all the things you said to me? Ride me until I’m ‘spouting nonsensical nonsense?’”

“Would you like me to show you exactly what I meant?”

“I don’t think it would hurt my feelings.”

You pushed him back into the sheets, head falling against the pillow. He was in for a long night, but no complaints were ever heard.

Zhongli

Hug

pairing. zhongli x fem!reader cw/genre. fluff, slight angst, reverse comfort, stress. masterlist! requests open!

As Y/N walked through the halls of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Zhongli's quiet sobs echoed in the muffled corridors. She stopped when she reached his office.

"Uh- Is that Zhongli?…", Y/N wondered in his head.

With slow, silent steps she approached the trembling figure of the man, who stood with his back to her.

As she approached him, he slowly turned around. Light tears flowed from his eyes. His lips tightened, hiding any form of sadness or weakness.

Y/N's previously curious look had turned to concern upon seeing Zhongli like this.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude." He apologised beforehand.

"…Uh, are you alright?" she asked, somewhat shyly.

He nods slowly and sighs. She is a little surprised to see a normally stoic and calm person so vulnerable to even the simplest question. He sniffles and his lips quiver slightly "I'm fine.."

"Excellent, what a good question, Y/N." she spoke to herself in her head, wanting to slap herself on the forehead for asking such a silly question.

"Uhm, may I come in?" Y/N asked, as she didn't know if Zhongli would be uncomfortable with her presence.

He'd be silent for a moment. He'd finally open his mouth and speak slowly; "Sure."

Y/N nodded her head. She took a few more steps, staying close to him but not invading his personal space.

"You honestly don't seem well, did something happen?" her voice came out soft and calm.

His body tensed again when she spoke to him. His eyes wandered sideways, but never to her. His breathing was a little faster than usual. He hesitated between looking down at his hands as he spoke a little "…Today has been a very stressful day…. That's all."

On the other hand, Y/N never failed to keep her eyes on him.

"Hmm, I see…" she replied. Y/N sensed that there was a slightly stronger reason within that little explanation, but she didn't probe further so as not to make him uncomfortable or push him.

Her curious hands approached his face, it was a slow approach so that he wouldn't startle and if in any case he didn't want the touch, he might pull away.

Zhongli did not pull away from her hands as she slowly approached his face. Her gentle touch seemed to calm his nerves a little and his tense body relaxed a little. He took a deep breath and finally looked up at her, revealing his amber eyes.

Her hands fit perfectly on his face. She gently wiped away the tears with her thumbs. "I don't know what is truly tormenting you, Zhongli…" her voice was warm, her face close to his, "…but believe me I will be here for as long as you need."

Once she finished saying that, she placed her forehead against his, still not releasing her hands from his face.

The slightest bit of moisture formed in his eyes as his breath caught once she had placed herself so close to him, his heart was hammering at this exact second as her touch was comforting. All his stress seemed to escape him the moment she were near. He'd slowly place his hands on hers as he sniffed.

It wasn't many seconds before Y/N felt his thumbs being moistened again, more tears falling from Zhongli's eyes.

It was almost as if her words, in addition to soothing him, had opened up that mass of emotions inside him.

Y/N pulled away from his forehead, wiped his cheeks again and released his hands from his face.

His tears had started to stream down his cheeks as the floodgates had opened from the dam. He was now a mess in front of her as his breathing was shaky. He finally wiped some of his tears away with his sleeves "..I'm sorry…"

Y/N sighed, she thought that by telling him that she had made him cry more, but on the other hand she thought it was better that he let it all out.

"Can I…?" Y/N asked, as she opened her arms so she could hug him.

At first he hesitated but seconds later he melted his body into hers. Choked sobs escaped his lips, the grip was tight.

Y/N's arms closed as she held him close. She began to stroke his back as she heard his sobs continue, the gentle pats she was giving him were a way of saying 'let it all flow'.

At that moment Y/N's body was pressed against Zhongli's, chest to chest, heart to heart. In short, recreating the anatomy of the hug.

Zhongli's breathing would start to slow down as he sniffed a bit. He was finally able to drop his stoic shield and relax around her. He'd slowly start to lean back and place his head on her shoulder as she caressed his back.

One hand continued on his back while the other went to his hair, stroking and playing with it.

"Much better?…" Y/N dared to ask, as she heard no sobs, only hiccups left in the aftermath of crying.

Zhongli's eyes were closed when she spoke. He'd slowly nod and hum out a quiet 'hmhm' as he tried to hold back the last remaining tears he had left to shed. His body relaxed more as he placed his head on her shoulder. His breathing became more even and his heart settled down.

"I'm glad…" Y/N sighed in relief, a small smile forming on her face.

She continued to play with his hair, both of them still standing in the darkness of his office, the only light there was from the window.

His mind was slowly easing away from what caused him to cry in the first place. He felt so safe being in her presence. His quiet voice broke the silence "..Thank you. ..You are so gentle and kind.." Then he remained quiet but his breaths were so quiet she couldn't even hear them anymore. His body was almost asleep in her embrace.

"Heh, don't thank me." She spoke, still in a calm and gentle tone.

Y/N was mildly surprised to barely hear his breathing. "Oh, are you falling asleep?" she asked softly. Though it wasn't to be expected after he had cried.

"..Mh.." His breathing had become so peaceful. She could feel his gentle movements through her hug as he slowly open his mouth and released a small yawn from under her shoulder.

Another smile appeared on her face as she held him still in her arms in that almost sleepy state.

"You'd better get home, Zhongli." She spoke, patting his back so that he could wake up a little and not sleep until he got home.

His eyes opened and he slowly lifted his head from her shoulder with tired eyes. His body was still a little numb from the events before. He'd finally speak again and give a soft smile "..Ah..I will take your consideration.."

Another small yawn escapes his lips as he stood up from her embrace.

"Alright, if it's no problem I'll come with you." She spoke, stretching her body slightly.

The two of them left his office and Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, heading for Zhongli's house.

He'd nod slightly at her offer as he began to walk with her out of the office. As two of them walked through Liyue Harbor, he was completely silent, and he didn't mind it. He felt so calm and at peace while being with her.

On the way, Y/N took her hand, so that he would not stay behind her. The silence between them was comfortable. Hanging lanterns lit the streets.

Before long they arrived at Zhongli's house, he'd finally speak again though he sounded tired; "Thank you again for accompanying me."

She could tell he was still a bit drained from his emotional outburst earlier.

"You're welcome, Zhongli." Y/N sketched a soft smile, then released the grip she had on his hand.

"Ehm, well, I'll be going home now." She spoke again, taking two steps back.

"Ah… of course, I wish you a good night's rest." He would bow his head politely by way of farewell, but before parting he called softly to her, "Wait-"

She smiled and turned around so she could go home until she heard his voice calling her again.

"Oh-" she blurted out.

"What's wrong?" she asked turning again in his direction.

Zhongli reached over and gently grabbed her arm, as he spoke calmly.

"Before you go, can we… can we hug again?"

Y/N was slightly surprised by the request, however it seemed sweet.

"Of course I do." She said and then went over to hug him again.

He'd tightly wrap his strong arms around her in an embrace. His hands would softly brush against her back, his breath was quiet against her neck. He'd speak from that point with a smile on his face

"Thank you.. For listening to me.. For being there for me.."

"I told you it was okay, Zhongli…" He replied quietly.

They spent a few minutes like that, until they parted. "Well, I'm off now." She said with another smile.

He let out a deep sigh and slowly nodded "…I'll say goodbye then…".

Somewhat hesitantly he took a step back as he spoke again "Mhm, on second thought, could we cuddle to sleep?"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh softly at his sweet proposal. "Alright, let's go."

Sumeru men when they hear you sing in the shower.

YES!

Characters Included: Cyno; Tighnari; Alhaitham; Kaveh

Content: Gender neutral reader; little bit of teasing; established relationship; otherwise just fluff really

Word count: 1,2k words

Have fun reading!

Cyno

The first time it happened was fairly early into the relationship, when he was staying over

You told him you wanted to shower before going to bed, since you had a long and exhausting day

Cyno promted to wait for you in the living room, halfheartedly reading a book placed in his lap, when he suddenly began to hear noises coming from the bathroom

at first, it just sounded like unintelligible mumbling to him but when he put his book down and listened to it a bit more closely, he could make out some sort of rhythm to it

and when he concentrated even more, he could make out your voice, recognicing the words you said to be some song he had heard a few times

now realizing what you were doing in the shower, he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips

the book now completely forgotten, he listened to your singing, although he did have to concentrate on it to be able to understand you properly

after a few minutes, he noticed the water turn off, telling him that you were done with your shower now

he quickly grabbed the book again, pretending to have been reading this whole time while he waited for you to come out

You walked into the living room, dressed in your pyjamas, your hair still wet from the shower

You see him sitting on the couch, deciding to sit yourself on his lap and snuggling up into his chest

he smiles as he abandons the book completely now, putting his arms around you

he contemplates wether to say something or not, but when he thought about you stopping your little performances if he commented on them made him shut his mouth

It would have to be his little secret...

Tighnari

when Tighnari realized that you usually sing in the shower, he found it extremely cute

for a long time, he would lean against the wall outside the bathroom to listen to you more clearly

he knows that this probably would look wrong if you ever found out about this, but he was careful to never let that scenario happen

he always made it a point to quietly but quickly get away as soon as he heard the water get turned off, so as to not be discovered

this time however, he wanted something else

you were currently showering again, Tighnari as usual outside, listening to your singing

he found your singing voice to beautiful and calming to listen to, but he wanted to hear it directly now, and not just through the closed door

So, hoping that you wouldn't kill him for doing this, he quietly went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him

your back was facing him and you haven't noticed him entering, peacefully continuing your performance

Instead of just listening to you like this, Tighnari decided to slip out of his own clothes, slipping under the shower beside you

You jump at the sudden presence of another person, their arms snaking around your waist

You soon relax as you realize that it's only Tighnari, but soon after, you realize something else and your face combusts in all shades of red at the embarrassement

"Please, darling, don't stop. I truly adore your singing. Continue, please?"

he rested his head on your shoulder, holding you in the embrace

you however, not being able to deny him anything, continue the song with a bit of a shaking voice, but soon get used to him and his presence, so it doesn't really bother you anymore. It's just Tighnari after all...

From now on, he always insists on joining you when you shower. He claims it's to preserve water, but you and him both know the true reason...

Alhaitham

Living with Alhaitham actually turns out to be pretty chill

The chores are evenly split up and each of you always takes care of them without fail

You spent a lot of time together, yet you also implemented a rule where each of you can spend some time alone and relax a bit for themselves if you wanted to

this rule was rarely used but either of you respected it when the other wanted to use it

right now, Alhaitham made use of it, telling you that he just needed a bit of time to destress

you agreed, telling him that you would take a shower in the mean time

Alhaitham stayed in the living room, deciding to pick up and continue the book he was currently reading to blow off some stress, his headphones resting beside him on the couch. He figured he wouldn't need them right now, since Kaveh was out of the house for the evening

While he was drowning in the pages of the book, he suddenly realized that certain sounds were coming from the bathroom

Confused, he lowered his book, listening more intently now

The thing is, this wasn't the first time you showered at his place, by far not. But, he had to admit, he never had his headphones off at those times. This was a first

Had he known, he would have taken them off much sooner, the sound of your singing voice relaxing him more than that book ever could

relaxing into the sofa, he leaned back a bit, closing his eyes and just listened to you like this

When you imerged again, you saw him still on the couch in his half sitting, half laying position

you giggled as you saw that. "Did you calm down?"

"Yes, I did. Thanks to you and your relaxing voice. That was a good choice of song, by the way."

Realizing what he meant by that, you were horrified. Your cheeks turned a bright red and you quickly turned and ran into his bedroom, hiding yourself under the covers from the embarrassement

He apologized to you but still managed to convince you to keep doing it... which you only agreed to reluctantly

Kaveh

I think he would find out about that little detail about you rather quickly

and no, he is not going to make fun of you or talk bad about it in any way

because he also belongs to those people who sing under the shower

Any tune he hears during his day, it often gets stuck in his head, making him hum or sing along to it the entire day, no matter where he is

so when he learns that you also do that, he would be over the moon that he's not alone with this habit anymore

from now on, there are only two possible outcomes when it comes to showering:

Number one: he joins you in taking a shower and you both have a full on performance in there, holding imaginary microphones, imagining staying on a big ass stage with a cheering audience

it's always such a fun time and you guys end up spending almost an hour in the bathroom

Or, number two: you shower while he is still out and he comes home to you singing under the shower alone. Now, he either starts to sing along to you loudly, making his presence known to you as you start to sing louder as well. OR, he stays silent, waiting for you to finish and when you exit the bathroom, he picks up the song where you left off, prompting you to join him in singing again

overall, it is a very fun and comforting experience to share with Kaveh

he would always compliment your singing voice and how much he loved to listen to it

I need more human muzan smut and I know you'll get the job done and do it amazingly

So imagine this human muzan getting pegged for the first time

I just KNOW he would wimper

OH Gloomy, Gloomy, Gloomy... I was doing so well at concentrating on my existing WiPs, and then you come here blasting my siren song. Human Muzan. Whimpering. How am I supposed to resist? (THANK YOU)

Pairing: Human Muzan x F!Reader

Content Guidance: NSFW. Muzan getting pegged. Dom!reader. Sub!Muzan. Approx 2k words.

There weren’t many people willing to spend a moment longer than necessary with Lord Muzan. While it was generally agreed upon that the nobleman was handsome, educated, and certainly wealthy enough to be a desirable husband, his temper and his vicious tongue drove everyone away; from suitors to servants. But not you.

Your humble home sat on Kibutsuji land, and each year you were expected to pay taxes in the form of resources. Game, fish, silk, anything which would make the noble family’s life more pleasant. 

Muzan’s health was in decline, and so he spent most of his days in his room where the elements couldn’t exacerbate his condition. Though he was terrible at showing it, you knew he appreciated your visits. He would lie on his back with his eyes closed as you read to him, his hands resting on his stomach, his expression for once relaxed. Sometimes he would have you play the koto for him and tsk at you when you refused to sing. Other times he’d ask you about the weather, to describe the ways the world was changing with the seasons, narrowing his eyes when you hesitated or repeated yourself.

You entertained him in exchange for the privilege of living on his land, but in truth, you didn’t mind it one bit.

Especially not when he asked for a kiss because he’d never had one and it infuriated him to think he was missing out. Or when he let you stroke his cock, shuddering in your arms as he muffled his cries of ecstasy against your breasts.

Gradually you showed him new experiences, new pleasures. And he was your willing pupil. 

It pleased you to no end to unravel him, to watch his pretty noble face contort in ecstasy as you rode his cock, to fulfill his desires and reduce him to a pleading, whimpering mess. He took pleasure in begging, in earning praise, in obeying commands. All his life he had benefited from his high status, but he would happily let you, a lowly commoner, subjugate him for the promise of the blissful heat of your cunt or your mouth. 

And it was during one of your visits, when the cherry blossoms hadn’t yet opened and the wind was still a little on the cooler side, that Muzan sat up in bed and took the book you were reading to him from your hands.

“I don’t want that today,” he said. “It’s tedious”

“Alright.” You drew your knees up as you sat on the end of his bed, your toes hidden beneath the bottom of his blanket to stop the cold from getting to them. “What do you want to do instead?”

Muzan pulled in a slow breath, his eyes lingering on your face, studying you as he so often did. “Have you ever fucked anyone in the ass?”

His question caught you off guard. “I… my lord?”

“I’m not going to tell anyone if you have. I’ve no interested in tarnishing your reputation or jeopardizing your future, I just want to know if you’ve ever worn a strap and fucked somebody. Or, I suppose, you can just tell me if you would be willing to fuck me that way.”

“Of course I would.”

Your answer pleased him. His lips curved into a smile. “Good.” He lifted his chin toward a drawer at the far side of the room, a beautiful, ornate piece of furniture with an oval mirror on top, which must have been passed down through his family for generations. “In there.”

He waited for you as you walked to the drawers and slid the top one open. There, nestled in a silk pouch, was a cock made of polished and lacquered wood, with a thick leather strap, and a bottle of carrageenan lubricant. You took it out and turned to see Muzan sat upright in his bed.

The corner of his lips tilted into a smirk. “Well?”

“It’s quite big,” you warned him. “Heavy too. Do you think you can take it?”

“I trust you to ensure I can. And, if the sensation becomes too much, I know you’ll stop when I say.” 

“You don’t always mean stop when you say it,” you countered. “Many times you’ve begged me to stop then gotten frustrated at me when I do.”

He let out a thoughtful hum and looked out of the window to the grove of trees affording them privacy. “Fine. You have a point. If I truly want you to stop I’ll say wisteria.” 

“Wisteria,” you repeated. “Very good.”

Muzan rocked forward to get on his hands and knees in preparation for you, but you halted him with a firm “ah ah ah.”

He raised a dark eyebrow. 

You stepped closer, placing your fingers beneath his chin and tilting his face up to look at you. “What do you think you're doing? I want you on your back. I want to watch that pretty face flush while you're taking this fat cock in your ass.”

The look in his eyes was a mix of arousal and excitement as his lips curved into a grin. “You’re wicked.”

“That’s why you let me get away with not paying taxes,” you quipped, raising your skirt to tie the leather strap around your hips. “Take off those nightclothes and get on your back, my lord.”

He did exactly as you asked, pulling off his crisp, white bed clothes to reveal his pale and slender body. It had been a long time since he even felt a moment of self-consciousness around you, and you around him. There wasn’t a single inch of your body he hadn’t kissed, licked, touched, and his body was as familiar to you as the path back home. You knew exactly how he liked to be touched, and despite his many shortcomings, he had committed the key to pleasing you to memory.

You also knew what he could withstand, what his condition allowed his body to endure. And he knew he could tell you if you misjudged.

And gods, despite the fact that he was the one who had initiated it, you could see the trepidation amid his excitement. His belly undulated with every labored breath as he lay back, bending his knees while you spread the seaweed jelly on the length of the cock. 

“What a sight,” he whispered, his breaths staggering as he gazed at you with desire-darkened eyes. 

His own cock was already at half-mast; engorged and lying against his lower belly, his foreskin still covering most of the tip. But the moment you pressed your slippery fingers between the cleft of his ass to circle his hole, his cock twitched toward you, a strangled moan sounding in the back of Muzan’s throat.

“Sinful,” he muttered, gripping the sheets as you continued your ministrations, feeling the tight muscle flutter with every slick stroke. 

“Nothing sinful about it,” you assured him. “Besides, since when have you given two shits what the gods think, Lord Kibutsuji?”

A slanted grin tilted his lips, interrupted by a cry as you pressed your finger into him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle into the soft warmth of his ass, stroking his inner walls.

“Oh fuck… nghh…Stop stop, wisteria!” he gasped, reaching down to grip your wrist, halting your progress but keeping you in place. A shuddering breath escaped him as you paused. “I need a moment. It’s… Gods, to be penetrated… to have you inside my body… it… I can’t describe it…”

“You poor thing,” you mocked gently, kissing his inner thigh affectionately. “I haven’t even gotten to the fucking you stupid part and you’re already slipping.”

His lips tightened as a groan escaped him. “Accursed woman, taking enjoyment in my ruin.”

“Oh, my lord, I haven’t even begun. I intend to have you whimpering like the dog you are.” 

His cock twitched once more as his lungs emptied and his grip on your wrist loosened. “Continue.”

It only took a stroke of your finger before the room filled with the deep, broken moans resonating from his chest. He tried to stifle them against his palm as you fingered his hole, stretching him out, readying him to be fucked. His cock stood taller with every passing minute, hard and heavy and begging to be touched. But you wouldn’t, not yet.

“You’re doing so well,” you whispered as you slid a second finger into him, taking more than a little pleasure from the way his back arched off the floor. 

“Fu-hu-hu-ck,” he moaned, threading his hands through his hair and covering his eyes with the heels of his hands. “More…”

"Harlot."

Of course, you obliged. Muzan’s toes curled as you pumped your fingers into him, stroking the slick heat of his walls, watching him come undone beneath you, his face flushed pink and his nipples puckering with arousal. 

“Are you ready to take this?” you asked at last, when you had worked him open and left him a panting, hazy-eyed wreck. 

He could only nod, spreading his legs wide and raising his knees to his belly, exposing himself to take the strap.

“Such an obedient little cock-slut,” you teased him, withdrawing your fingers and pulling a desperate whine from his lips. "So eager to get fucked."

Every panting breath staggered from his lips revealing the arcs of his ribcage. His mouth, which was so used to spitting vitriol and command hung open, capable of only wanton moans as you pressed the head of the cock into his eager hole. 

“That’s it,” you encouraged him softly, pressing a palm down on his belly. You eased into him slowly, letting him grow accustomed to the size and the stretch before you began to rock your hips. 

And gods, the sounds that emerged from him then. Gone was the composure and dignity of a nobleman. Muzan was a slave to the pleasure you bestowed upon him, gasping, moaning, rocking his hips down to take you even deeper. He tossed his head back against the pillow, long, black hair flowing like tendrils, eyes half-lidded one moment, then wide with ecstasy the next. 

“There… there, don’t stop that,” he gasped. “Fu-ck… gods… I’ll cum…”

Tears of pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his cock, pooling on the rim of his foreskin.

“Stroke your cock for me,” you told him. “I want you completely ruined.”

His teeth pressed to the plush of his lower lip as he obeyed your command. Slender hands wrapped around the length of his cock, stroking himself as you fucked him deeper. You ground your hips against his ass, drawing a whine from him as you hit the sweet spot inside of him he couldn’t get enough of.

His pretty face was dusted with scarlet, his skin glistening with perspiration as he veins on his brow throbbed. Teeth bared, eyes wild with desire. With every thrust of your hips he let out a breathy “Ah! Ah! Ah!”

And when you fucked him harder, his gasps turned to whines. He whimpered as your hips slapped against his ass, your bodies both slick from exertion, but neither of you willing for it to end.

The sounds emerging from him were divine, so lewd and ruined they tightened the coil at your core and made your chest ache. He was so receptive, so licentious, little more than a desperate slut fucking himself on your cock as he furiously stroked his. 

“Come for me, Muzan. Let me see you.”

Ever obedient, his cock erupted, strings of pearls spurting over his belly as he bore down on the strap, hissing curses and prayers in the same breath. “Nghhh fuck fuck fuck thank you. Thank you Gods in fucking heaven oh fuck, curse you. Thank you.”

Your chest heaved in time with his, as calm settled around you both like a blanket of purifying snow. He held on to his cock as it grew limp in his fist, his throat bobbing and pulsing as sweat beaded from him.

“Fuck,” he whispered, staring at the ceiling. “Consider your levy paid.”

“Thank you, my lord. But there’s no need. Call that a gratuity, I’m far from finished with you.”

A/N: I tried to research this as best as I could. As far as I can tell there are no records of strap-ons from Heian era Japan but, y'know... Muzan is a go-getter. Also in terms of materials, I went off of what sculptures of that time were mostly made of and what was commonly available, which was lacquered wood. Also the lube is a jelly made from seaweed. I don't think any of these things are recommended to go in your ass. Don't put them there.

Sub dr.ratio

dr ratio x top male reader

this idea came to me in a dream..... dr ratio it seems i've grown quite fond of you. nsfw, gets wholesome at the end

"see, dear, if you insert your cock in me at exactly 67 degrees to the right, we'll both feel the maximum amount of pleasure." dr ratio says confidently as he precisely adjusts your tip at his entrance to his desired position. "are... are you sure?" you can't help but stare incredulously as he treats your cock like it's a mathematical instrument. "don't be silly. i'm always right." lying beneath you, he finally finishes calibrating the angle he wants you to fuck him in. "okay. put it in me now!" he declares triumphantly, clearly proud of his own work. you can't help but shake your head fondly at his antics, his dedication to using his intelligence to "optimise" every situation was rather.... silly sometimes. nevertheless, you push into him slowly, enjoying the sound of him trying the stifle his moan at the feeling of your cock stretching his tight walls. "s-see. i told you so- mmph." his pride meant he'd completely deny this in front of anyone else, the way you'd fucked him like a whore, thrusting in and out of him at "the optimal speed" (according to him), but in private, you were the only one who he wanted to please. increasing your speed of your thrusts without warning, you can't help but smirk at the way he bucks his hips into you, legs shaking and hole clenching even tighter. "you idiot! i told you to follow the speed-" he starts to protest, but he's quickly quietened by your hand over his mouth as you lean forward and whisper lowly to his ear. "you talk too much, baby." he shudders at your words. "need some....stern teaching?" despite the intimacy of the situation, you have to try not to laugh as you repurpose the conversation you had a few days ago to rile him up. hearing you use his own words to tease him, he glares at you, but can't get any words out as his mind is so focused on being pummelled by your cock. it's so pathetic, he thinks to himself. usually his brain is so busy, endlessly pondering, but now he can't think of anything but the way you're fucking him. "shit...i'm gonna cum..." you breathe out as you hold his hips, almost reaching your limit. "do it in me." he says sharply, his attitude coming back in an instant. you have no choice but to oblige, pumping him full as the both of you climax. the two of you collapse onto the bed, a heap of sweaty bodies and unspoken affections. you lie on his chest as he strokes your hair, trying to catch your breath. "well done. plus 10 points." "what the fuck are you saying??" you laugh as you throw the pillow at him. "nothing... just talking to myself." "weirdo."

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"you know, you might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he suddenly says, looking back as you soap his hair in your shared bath, cleaning up from your intense session earlier. his words carry a level of warmth to them despite their bluntness, a warmth he'd never give to anyone else. "stop calling me an idiot." you pout, leaning forward to smack him on the head playfully. "i'm serious! don't worry your pretty head about anything, i can do more than enough thinking for the both of us." you place your arms around him and hug him from the back in a tight embrace, the warm water surrounding you only adding to the romantic atmopshere. "whatever you say, veritas." ♡

omg i based his personality completely off his leaked voicelines and tried to incorporate some of them here hfgdhgd

Okay, but imagine these two dragons are secretly in love with you and you are a traveler who travels around liyue and fontaine

You're friends with both of them, so you probably end up smelling like one of them.

Zhongli asking about his friend judge of fontaine, wanting to know every detail of his relationship with the hydro dragon, if the two of you are "very close". But of course, always hiding his jealousy very well and not letting you notice his hatred for the enemy dragon.

(There's just one detail, Zhongli always stays close to you with the intention of leaving his scent on you, so that when you return to Fontaine, so that Neuvillette will know exactly who the rival is that is competing for you.)

Already in fontaine, neuvillette doesn't even bother to ask about your relationship with rex lapis, he doesn't want to interfere in your friendships, but he can't help but feel angry that you have a dragon friend besides him. He can't do anything about it, but every time you come back to Fontaine smelling like Archon Geo, he promises himself that one day he will judge Rex Lapis, because the archon is leaving his horrible smell on you, leaving signs that he intends to steal you from the judge, something he will not allow!