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masuchu · 3 months

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“𝐈, 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓” [DAZAI OSAMU]

dazai has searched for an escape his entire life, but most especially during the night. perhaps, you may grant him his wish? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, mental illness themes, lazy/sleepy fucking, almost somnopholia ?? , defo one of my less filthy things

character. dazai osamu

love, masu. guys do u ever fall in love with your own writing???? i love this SO much . i dont wanna toot my horn but i think this is pretty …

Dazai can not sleep. Some may call it insomnia, he prefers to describe it as being nocturnal. The humour is ever present in the phrase, many turning a blind eye and scoffing at his childish antics. You have been the only one to ever understand; it’s easy to sleep in the comfort of a bustling world, and it’s easier to feel alone in it’s silence.

You do not share his predicament. He gazes down upon you: cheek smushed endearingly against the pillow, nose twitching subconsciously. He’s often happy to remain like that, just looking at you. But some nights, his thoughts torment him. There is no peace in the world at rest, only torture.

So don’t be surprised when you awake at ungodly hours of the night and his hands are roaming freely over your body; he swears that some evenings, the moon shines only on the two of you. It’s telling us to put on a show, he says.

His thrusts are messy, their rhythm fervent and sporadic. If he were in any regular state of mind, they would be calculated; the type that left you quivering and whimpering in his grasp. But he is not himself, he is the beast that the moonlight has turned him into.

“You’re so perfect, ‘Samu. Ah— so pretty.”

“Mm, you flatter me, Bella.”

Your breathy chuckle turns to a weighty moan, a sultry one. His bandaged fingers begin to rub teasing circles on your clit, face in your shoulder, teeth and tongue devouring the flesh of your neck. It’s hard to breathe, with him inside and on top of you. Pressed so tightly, his fear of the night destroying you. A guilt weights on his shoulder that he’s disturbed you, you might’ve been dreaming. He’s shown you what he becomes when the sun falls; a pathetic, lonely man. But he doesn’t— can’t— care when you’re clenching so tightly around his cock.

“It’s not—Ah— flattery. I love you, makes me sad you’re still awake—Ngh!”

“I was watching you. Is that such a crime, my love?”

There he goes. Missing the point. Playing dumb to your care, pretending he’s okay.

“Watching me so you don’t have to care about yourse—Agh!”

A slow, malicious grind of his hips rattles your body. Shakes your nerves and leaves you dizzy and heaving. You know what he’s doing, you don’t push the topic. Perhaps, on a rainy day you’ll ask again. When he isn’t escaping the misery of his memories. For now, isn’t the drag of his length against your sensitive walls so amazing?

“No, I was watching you. Now let me finish what I started, okay?”

“Mkay, ‘Samu.”

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masuchu · 3 months

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“𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒” [GENSHIN MEN]

what happens when you gift your boyfriend a rather … provocative photo? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, sending nudes but in teyvat so it’s a polaroid, dragon mentions in neuvillette’s, manhandling, praise, mentions of creampies (wriothesley), degradation in his also, bondage in ayato’s, reader is accused (teasingly) of cheating (kinda) in ayato’s

characters. neuvillette, wriothesley, ayato, al haitham, kaveh

love, masu. guys i need these men so badly . you do not understand i am in disarray . tried so hard to colour my text, this app hates me . also the ‘picture’ is a polaroid cause i hate modern au’s </3

那维莱特 ✦ 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A subtly erotic photo; your naked body laying in the bath. The water bubbly and crystalline, showing clearly the outline of your waist and the tone of your body. The soapy water hugged your tits so perfectly, hiding your nipples from view but allowing parts of the plump flesh to be seen.

You had only thought that the picture was pretty, but your lover proved that all things can have varied interpretations.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Well, you certainly know how to rile up the Hydro Dragon, don’t you? As soon as his eyes gazed upon your nude body laying so elegantly in the bathtub, his firm resolve cracked. Only minutely, but it cracked nonetheless. The image was tossed aside somewhere on his desk—he didn’t care where—and soft yet demanding hands fell onto your body.

“You temptress,” Neuvillette muttered, eyes travelling over every inch of your body, “what were you hoping for when you took such an image, hm?”

A giggle left your lips, and you lifted a hand up to his jaw. “I think you know, my dearest Iudex.”

A grunt echoed from him, hands gripping tighter around their current places on your form. At once, you were pulled into his firm chest, and you noticed immediately that it seemed larger than usual. A glance upwards told you that it was not just your imagination.

“Surely, you are smart enough to know not to prod a dragon? If you are not, I would be happy to show you the consequences.”

莱欧斯利 ✦ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Countless strewn sheets of paperwork behind you, your half naked body laying on top. A black set of lingerie hugged you perfectly underneath your regular day shirt, which had clearly been unbuttoned with fervency. Your lipstick has a feature at the top of the polaroid, smeared and messy. An entirely rushed photo, but one that was guaranteed to push your hunky boyfriends buttons.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “Wow. When you came for our regular tea break today, I was not expecting to receive such a sexy gift.”

You sipped your tea tauntingly, and hummed in response. You knew he would love it.

“I bet you had fun wrecking my desk, huh? Thought one of the Melusines had done it. Nope, just my slut of a girlfriend.”

The name made you tremble. The teacup in your hand began to shake as a result of your newfound lack of resolve, so you placed it down as gently as you were able onto the tray.

“W—who do you think you are speaking to?! You have no right to c—call me that—!”

His lips abruptly smashed onto yours, leaving you with no time to finish your scolding, nor catch your breath. Hands gripped you firmly and picked you up with ease; the kiss did not break once as he strolled over to his desk.

Only when your bottom was placed onto the wood, did he let up. He grinned at your heaving and desperate attempts to gain more oxygen. His resolve infuriated you, how was he not dying right now?!

“Mm, I’m thinking I should fuck you on here now. Try and make another mess. That way I can watch when you clean it all up, bent over with my cum leaking out of you. Looks real pretty in my head…”

Another burst of brattiness stormed through your veins like a tornado, pressing you to fight back against his crude tongue. Your mouth opened in attempt to retaliate, but he only pressed a finger against your lips and teased:

“Ah-ah. No more of that feistiness! You’re much cuter when your a good girl. I can tell you want me, so you’re going to beg for me. I won’t give in until it’s up to my standards, which are high. Feel free to begin, missy~”

神里绫人 ✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Baby blue ribbons adorned your silky skin. Skin poured out from over the top of the fabric, pulled taut and carefully tied. The pattern was nothing too extravagant, your thighs tied to one another, your wrists tied in a bow, and a final ribbon around your waist. The photo cut off just before your cute, little pussy—a purposeful tease on your part, a tease that invoked a different reaction than what you had imagined.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: “My, my. What is this, my dear.”

You stood extremely awkwardly in front of your lovers work desk, hands clasped in one another behind your back. The plan seemed so perfect in your head, but now that it was in action— well, the embarrassment was certainly creeping its way up your body.

“D—do you you like it, love?”

A deep, ravenous chuckle reverberated from his throat. His eyes were lidded, hungry, and they took a horribly arousing journey over your body. Top to bottom, no place missed.

“Like it? Mm, I love it. Though, I am wondering how you managed to get yourself into such a pretty pose? Did you get Thoma to help you with the ribbon, hm?”

The accusation was false, but the shock of it caused an eruption of red to fill your face, hands waving up and down in denial.

“W—what? Why would I—?! I assure you he did not!”

Ayato’s sultry gaze morphed into that of hurt and betrayal; unnecessary guilt struck you in your chest.

“You look perfectly guilty to me, my dear. Before you plead innocence, I am willing to make you a deal. If you allow me to tie you up once more and have my way with you, I will forget about your betrayal. Sounds fair, hm?”

You gulped; it was hopeless. “Of course, Sir.”

艾尔海森 ✦ 𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: A perfectly choreographed photo; from a fleeting glance, it would appear to be a regular picture with an open book draped over your form. However, you knew Al Haitham was much more attentive than that. Your dripping pussy made a imperceptible appearance at the bottom of the polaroid, only just being cut off by the frame. The book was tilted deliberately so that a large amount of one breast was showing, the other remaining hidden by the leather-bound cover. It was a good effort to shock him, though, perhaps shock isn’t the correct word to use.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Al Haitham’s eyes squinted—so imperceptibly that the average person would never notice, but you did. You always did. A few seconds passed with his eyes analysing the picture, before firmly placing it facing down on his desk.

“What is this?” he asked sternly. His countenance seemed to remain composed if you blurred your sight, but slight twitches of his skin and furrowing of his brows gave him away. He was irked and aroused, a dangerous combination.

“It’s a gift! You don’t like it?” The faux innocence radiated off of you with ease; it was your favourite thing to do. Riling up your boyfriend might as well be your job title at this point.

“Hm. No, I don’t like it,” he rolled his eyes at the pout that materialised on your lips, “in fact, I hate it. It is extremely distracting. Attempting to whisk me away from my important work is an offence to the Akademiya, you know?”

Al Haitham’s eyes did one slow, suggestive rake over your body, and the air suddenly felt a lot thicker when they met your own pair of wide eyes.

“I did not mean to distract you….”

“Well, you have. Are you going to finish what you started, or would you prefer a week without cumming? The choice is yours, sweet girl.”

卡维 ✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: Arguably the least extravagant out of all these images; it is simply just a photo of you laying gracefully on your shared bed, sheet wrangled and ruffled. You are not nude—no, you wear one of Kaveh’s silky button up shirts. It is far too large, and rides up much too high. Your cunt is on show for the Kamera, and your nipples are hard behind the fabric.

It was taken with no malicious intent, but even you can see how it took a promiscuous turn when you gifted it to your lover.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Kaveh let out a shaky breath, eyes wide and flickering between both you and the photo in his hands.

“Fuck, baby. You are so gorgeous…”

You coyly shuffled from one foot to the other, a subtle heat traversing to your cheek. The arousal of the situation was really hitting you, and clearly, your boyfriend too.

“I took it just after you left this morning… I didn’t mean for it— it wasn’t meant to be so.. lewd, I swear!”

Kaveh took a deep breath of fresh air—a substance which appeared to suddenly be extremely scarce— and pulled you by your hips against him.

“I don’t care, I’m actually grateful. Archons, I’m gonna take this with me on long trips now, you know? I’ll be cumming for you all across Teyvat.”

A tiny yelp left your lips as your needy lover began to nibble your neck, hands lingering around your ass, much too close to your soaking hole.

“K—Kaveh…!”

It had only been a minute or less, but he had already turned you into a panting mess. He removed his head from the crevice of your neck for a moment, and admired the work of purple art he had created along your skin. For no apparent reason, he grinned. He met your eyes with a clear radiation of mischief, before asking shamelessly:

“Wanna recreate the photo? Though, my cum should make an appearance this time. Want the one you gave me, and a dirtier one. What do you say, hm?”

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masuchu · 3 months

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errrrmmmmm i dyed my hair black again ….

#୧ ‧₊˚ ☁️ dreaming .#somebody just #stop me

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“𝐒𝐔𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒” [AL HAITHAM & KAVEH]

are you supposed to feel bad when al haitham blows your back out, but leaves kaveh with nothing but a sore, aching cock? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, rough sex, bondage (kaveh is tied to a chair), implied punishment for kaveh, al haitham is mean, orgasm denial for kaveh, ig cuckholding too ?? kaveh is being bullied

characters. al haitham & kaveh (intended as poly, but can be read as a regular threesome)

love, masu. i’ve been going feral for these two as a duo recently, they work so perfectly …. anywho !! this was written in like an hour lol, the pussy power came through

“See, Kaveh? This is what happens to good girls. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you had just behaved to begin with.”

Al Haitham sends another violent thrust of his cock into your sore little cunt, the vibrations of the action expanding throughout your body and numbing your brain so perfectly. His smooth palm pushes at the small of your back in a gentle, yet warning request for you to arch for him. You do— you’re his good girl after all— but the position allows for his cock to penetrate you further and slam into places you didn’t even know existed.

Your eyes wander up to the sobbing blonde less than a metre in front of you. His eyes, red-rimmed from crying, skin chafed from pulling at the rope binding him to the wooden chair at the end of the bed, hair tussled from sweating. But above all else, your gaze lingers on his throbbing cock. It looks painful, as though any longer watching you get you get fucked into insanity would cause him to explode. You aren’t sure about the intricacies, but Al Haitham had implemented some form of elemental binding along his cock, a prevention from cumming. Even if his orgasm came only at the sight of you, he had been bad, and that was that.

Al Haitham must have noticed your gaze flickering above, because he suddenly includes the tortured man into conversation once more.

“When you’re a brat, you don’t get cock. It’s—ngh, simple,” Al Haitham tauntingly taps your cheek with two soiled fingers, pinching meanly when you don’t respond, “Tell him, angel. C’mon, are you really that fucked out?”

“W—when you’re—Agh!”

Oh, he certainly did not make it easier for you. As you begin your sentence, he pulls his length out of you so only the tip remains, taking a moment to admire your red-raw pussy, before maliciously burying himself into your sopping entrance once more.

“When you’re bad—Ngh, you don’ get, mnh, fucked!”

Kaveh looks shattered at your betrayal, believing that you out of both of his partners would take pity on him. He sniffles brokenly, and whimpers through your panties that were shoved into his mouth as a makeshift gag. The sight of his devastation snaps your good girl resolve.

“Kaveh, baby— M’ sorry! Didn’t mean it, please forgive me—Agh!”

A blood-curdling thrust halts your misbehaviour. Al Haitham tuts bitterly, before manhandling your body onto your front. His hand is heavy on the back of your head, even more so as he pushes your face into the sheets. The pace of his thrusts increase tenfold, obscene squelching noises cascading throughout the four walls of the bedroom.

Even with the muffling of the bed bellow you, your lewd moans and whimpers fill the greedy ears of both the man on top of you, and the one being tortured in front of you. Though unable to see him, you can hear his whimpers. Each pornographic slap of skin on skin morphs into unadulterated pleasure that corses through your body like an untameable tide.

“Why are you being kind to him? Did he not fuck you without my permission? Your beautiful face is going to stay in these sheets until you learn wrong from right. For your sake, I do hope you are a fast learner.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

#˚｡ 𖠗 icymi’ ⊹#guys please show this some loveeeeee :(

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masuchu · 3 months

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if you grab alhaitham by the sprout while he's eating you out, it'll work as a joystick

#꒰ . reblogs ଓ #LMFAOOOOOOOO

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masuchu · 4 months

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*banging my head against the wall* i have so much love to give

#꒰ . reblogs ଓ #so much love to give but nobody to give it to

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masuchu · 4 months

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I wish i could be normal about affection but my love language is merging souls

#꒰ . reblogs ଓ #me me me

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masuchu · 4 months

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“𝐈, 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓” [DAZAI OSAMU]

dazai has searched for an escape his entire life, but most especially during the night. perhaps, you may grant him his wish? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, mental illness themes, lazy/sleepy fucking, almost somnopholia ?? , defo one of my less filthy things

character. dazai osamu

love, masu. guys do u ever fall in love with your own writing???? i love this SO much . i dont wanna toot my horn but i think this is pretty …

“You’re so perfect, ‘Samu. Ah— so pretty.”

“Mm, you flatter me, Bella.”

“It’s not—Ah— flattery. I love you, makes me sad you’re still awake—Ngh!”

“I was watching you. Is that such a crime, my love?”

There he goes. Missing the point. Playing dumb to your care, pretending he’s okay.

“Watching me so you don’t have to care about yourse—Agh!”

“No, I was watching you. Now let me finish what I started, okay?”

“Mkay, ‘Samu.”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ sincerely me ‹𝟹 #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs smut #bsd x reader #bsd smut #dazai osamu #dazai #dazai bsd #dazai bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu smut #dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai smut

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masuchu · 4 months

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“𝐒𝐔𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐔𝐒” [AL HAITHAM & KAVEH]

are you supposed to feel bad when al haitham blows your back out, but leaves kaveh with nothing but a sore, aching cock? ‧₊˚

genre. smut, rough sex, bondage (kaveh is tied to a chair), implied punishment for kaveh, al haitham is mean, orgasm denial for kaveh, ig cuckholding too ?? kaveh is being bullied

characters. al haitham & kaveh (intended as poly, but can be read as a regular threesome)

love, masu. i’ve been going feral for these two as a duo recently, they work so perfectly …. anywho !! this was written in like an hour lol, the pussy power came through

“See, Kaveh? This is what happens to good girls. You wouldn’t be in this predicament if you had just behaved to begin with.”

Al Haitham must have noticed your gaze flickering above, because he suddenly includes the tortured man into conversation once more.

“W—when you’re—Agh!”

“When you’re bad—Ngh, you don’ get, mnh, fucked!”

“Kaveh, baby— M’ sorry! Didn’t mean it, please forgive me—Agh!”

2024 © masuchu , do not repost, reword, plagiarise, take inspiration, translate or share my work anywhere!

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ sincerely me ‹𝟹 #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #al haitham genshin #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #kaveh genshin #kaveh x reader #kaveh smut #kavetham #kavehtham

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masuchu · 4 months

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*whispers into my coffee cup* help me

#( ˘ ³˘) kissing queue ಇ #me this morning #me right now

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masuchu · 4 months

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“𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄” [GENSHIN MEN]

what puppy traits do your genshin boyfriends have? ‧₊˚

genre. fluff!! so fluffy it hurts

characters. kaeya, zhongli, wriothesley

love, masu. guys this was originally meant to have so many more characters TwT then i just made it all of my bf’s ugh can you blame me 😞 lmk if you want a pt. 2 !!

(凯亚) 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 ‧₊˚

We all know Kaeya has the attention span of a overexcited pup, so it’s not at all surprising that he ditches his paperwork and comes to bother you with licks, bites and love!

When you’re occupied, he pokes you for attention. When you’re mad, he nibbles on your neck to tame you. And when you’re being cute, he pounces on you and teases you about your adorable expressions.

Follows you around, but not like a lost puppy. No, more like a puppy on a mission. He has to be wherever you are, because how else is he going to entertain himself and bother you? Alone? Impossible!

He knows you love it, too. He’ll flirt with you and test your patience, saying in his delectable voice, “Oh, you hate me? Your heartbeat says otherwise~”

Lovestruck when you decide to return his irritating antics! Bite him back, fight fire with fire? Oh, his eyes burst out of their sockets! But beware, once he’s over his devoted haze, he doubles his teases. Triples, in some cases. What? You wouldn’t have fought back if you didn’t want to start a war!!

All in all, he really is a loveable little puppy. A hopelessly jarring one? Yes, but a loveable one all the same.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“Hah! A puppy? Cute. However, I recall you mentioning last week just how much you love and adore puppies, am I wrong? Does that mean, perhaps, it is the same case for I? Ah, love, I’m truly flattered~”

(钟离) 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 ‧₊˚

A devoted puppy. Not so much a golden retriever, but more like a guide dog. Wants to assist you in all ways he can, admire you silently, and remain with you always.

He stays firmly, yet loosely at your side almost all the time. A hand gripped on your waist, the remnants of bites littered along your neck, his chin on your shoulder while you work.

How can he help it? He knows exactly what you need (at least he thinks he does), he must tend to you at all hours of the day. There have been countless occasions of him cancelling your appointments without permission, all for time with you.

It’s hard to resist him when his reasonings are so romantic! Sometimes you question wether he has some form of separation anxiety, but you have come to realise it is more of a separation dislike.

He aids you on what to buy at the market at Liyue Harbour, will not be offended when you choose something else. He will praise your taste in tea, and keep a loyal hand on your waist the entire walk home.

He will tell you about the history of Liyue, how the age-old flowers resemble you. You smile. It sets him at ease. A tender pup, lives to make you happy.

A surprisingly clingy pup, too. Sometimes you wake up with arm weaved around your body like the finest linen, some days, his entire top half is pressed right onto your chest! His excuse is that he must have gotten cold in the night, but you know he adores holding you.

He is an irresistible puppy, it is hard to stay mad at him. His handsome face, his perfectly chosen words… ugh!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“Oh? I have never been compared to such an animal. I am… intrigued. Please, tell me what about me resembles the creature.”

(莱欧斯利) 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ‧₊˚

Wriothesley swears that he is not a jealous, nor a particularly nervous or anxious lover. If so, why does he seem to inch closer to you and let out what seems to be a growl whenever a potential threat comes close you to you?

(What he deems to be a potential threat, anyways.)

He is such a cute, little guard dog! Hellbent on protecting you when it matters, and equally as persistent on keeping you all to himself when it is probably not that necessary!

He nibbles your skin on occasion, too. Gentle nips, flirtatious and teasing, and painstakingly canine! He does not shy away from admitting that he wants to mark you, either! Tells you plainly, and grins at your blush.

Having to spend almost all of his time at the Fortress of Meropide, it is often that a messenger is sent up above land to collect you under the pretences of ‘The Duke has a very important matter he would like to discuss with you.’ Yeah right.

You are met with the same cheeky grin when you waltz into his office; full of need, puppy-like excitement that he somehow manages to keep down, but slightly begging and desperate.

Like Zhongli, he is a tending puppy. He likes to watch your every, minuscule reaction to certain teas, his kisses, jokes he makes, etc. He makes countless mental notes, and always knows how to be a dutiful pup!

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐘:

“A puppy, huh? I’ve been called many things, but that is certainly new for me. Though, I don’t hate the idea of being your guard dog, it gives me an excuse to have you with me at all times…”

#˚｡ 𖠗 icymi’ ⊹

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question. 你在英国掉头发吗 because i am losing all my hair as we speak

是！！当我搬到英国时，我掉了很多头发。😭😭

had to change my showerhead it was not fun

#˘³˘ you got mail ! ‎♡ﾞ #ᨳ ࣪ . love letters : lan !#asian hair problems fr

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“𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖” [ZHONGLI]

the day is dismal and monotonous, but inside with zhongli, you find he makes it so very much brighter. ‧₊˚

genre. fluff, very very intimate <3

character. zhongli

love, masu. literally just wrote this entire thing in an hour. the brainrot was so ginormous . love writing for my husband cause it gives me an excuse to write in chinese :b i hope you like it <3

It was a particularly cold day in Liyue. Perhaps, not so much cold, but dreary, drizzly and engulfed by a sky of dull grey. When once, your mood would have been dragged down as though by an invisible anchor at the horrible atmosphere, you found yourself pleased at the chance to stay inside and rest your soul.

But, you suppose, you never had Zhongli before.

Your palms found themselves warmed as you lifted the teacup to your lips. Misty garden. An acquired taste, but easily recognisable and a flavour you have grown fond of. It reminded you of him, and that was enough. You gulped down the liquid and found yourself staring at the man— the him—seated on the other side of the table. His lips pursed in focus, slender fingers tracing over his page, the way his honey eyes went from right to left, then up towards you— Oh.

“Can I help you, dearest one?”

That dreaded nickname. It worked wonders on your heart. It left the threads of his love wrapped around you pulling tighter, your blood flowing faster.

“No, sorry. I didn’t realise I was staring. Please don’t let me distract you, love.”

“I was growing uninterested anyways, you have not distracted me. What is on your mind, dearest?”

A sigh of several unidentifiable emotions left your lips— content, love, adoration, melancholy, inextinguishable bliss. All mixed up together, dissolved like the finest tea. You couldn’t dream of diluting the blend, not when it is the most tender intimacy that has ever overcame you.

“Nothing I have the ability to put into words. I am simply very, very happy right now.” Zhongli smiled faintly at your words, and you couldn’t dream of holding back the one that graced your lips at the sight. He was contagious, a disease of ancient origin, an incurable illness that had taken such unshakable control over your body. You hoped he knew.

He put down his book gently, saving the page with a bookmark. Now free and unoccupied, his fingers lifted into a ‘come hither’ motion. You moved, of course you moved. Stood before him in benign embarrassment, he pulled your waist firmly so you needn’t do it yourself.

Newly perched on his lap, his hand traced over your features. It was one of his favourite things to do, you noticed. To memorise you, understand you. He relished in the twitch of your nose when ran his knuckles down the bridge, the gentle furrow in your brows when he halted to hold your cheek. You always indulged him and his curiosity.

However, this time, he stopped early. Your confused look amused him, and he chuckled quietly yet deeply as his face came closer to yours. His lips began pressing fleeting kisses all over your face: your cheek, your temple, your eyelids, your nose… No place on the map of your visage was left unexplored by Zhongli. No place except your lips.

“I am very, very happy too. Though the weather is sombre, you shine through it, 亲爱的.”

“Oh, please kiss me.”

He chuckled again, ever the tease. “How can I refuse when you ask so favourably?”

It wasn’t sudden, he prolonged it maliciously. His tender knuckles grazed your cheek, his arm pressed you tighter against him. Honey glazed eyes met with yours for one final moment. And then it happened. Misty garden flourished on your taste buds once again, this time in away you could never begin to get bored of. You would kiss him forever, if he would let you. If forever was an option. Your hands went to either side of his face, holding on in fear that he was going to fade to ash beneath you. He never did. You wouldn’t let him. The kiss lingered for a moment as you both kept your lips perfectly close, eyes firmly locked, before he pushed your face into the crook of his neck and uttered words you would lock away in your heart for eternity.

“你是我最珍贵的宝石. 请留下来陪我.”

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

亲爱的 : dearest/beloved/honey

你是我最珍贵的宝石. 请留下来陪我 : you are my most precious gem, please stay with me

#˚｡ 𖠗 icymi’ ⊹

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