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💕Gorou braintot is really kicking in tonight baby💕

Horny Gorou x female!reader

—💕-NOTSFW ahead…. Minors get outta here-💕—

Thinking about how he’d miss you while he’s off doing Manly General Things and how his tail will start wagging while he thinks about you. ‘Mmm… I wonder what’s for dinner tonight? I can’t wait to go home and cuddle, it’s been such a long day’ *wag wag wag* None of his men would dare say anything about it, they like seeing him happy.

He can’t wait to come home to his sweet, pretty wife!! He gets to wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face in your hair. Throughout the day, he’ll secretly pull out a handkerchief with your scent on it and just give it a lil sniff. Its comforting!! he’s missed your scent so much!

When he’s home and he gets to hold you, he’s lost in the comfort of you as he subconsciously rubs up against you to make you smell like him, also wanting your scent to rub off on him too. You don’t get the whole scent thing but you go along with it since it makes him happy

After all, you’ve been out running errands and meeting up with friends, his scent has worn off throughout the day :( it makes him feel weird when you don’t smell like him :(

The subtle rubbing of his clothes against your clothes turns into his hands wandering over your stomach, up into your shirt…

He sighs and groans in response to your moans as he plays with your nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at your neck “Such a hard week” he’s practically whining, leaning over your shoulder to pout at you “Just- too much to do. Not enough time for us…”

“Aww, ‘m sorry baby” you murmur, taking the food off the stove so it won’t burn as Gorou tugs on you, eager to take you back to your shared bedroom. It’s kinda cute, he sleeps with your shirts over his pillows instead of pillowcases :) his pajamas consist of your clothes now and yours are his :’) but that’s besides the point. Poor Go is feeling hot and horny and can’t think of anything else now that the mood has hit him

He’s yanking his uncomfy uniform off, shaking his bangs from his face as he fumbles with the leather belts over his shoulders. You’re already out of your clothes, watching with an amused smile as your poor puppy paws at the straps, whining as his fingers don’t cooperate with what his brain wants. Of course you’ve gotta step in and help him <3 poor thing

When he finally gets that sweet skin on skin contact he’s just a mess, groaning and grinding and panting and groping. He’s shoving you down and rubbing his poor, leaking cock up against your thigh “M sorry…M sorry- can’t help it” his eyes are all big and glossy as he looks up at you, begging you to let him fuck you :( he needs it soooo bad :(

He’s almost crying when he pushes into you, he’s got the tightest grip on your thighs as he sloppily thrusts into you, moaning nonsense, totally losing his composure as he lets his primal urges take over. His sweaty hair is matted to his forehead, his tail twitching as your slick walls tighten up around him. He’s so sensitive, he’s cumming within the first ten seconds of being inside you, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping down his chin

He doesn’t stop though, he fucks you through his first orgasm, then second, then third. There’s absolutely nothing going on in that head of his, he can’t think of anything except you. Your sweaty, sweet scent is assaulting his nose and your sticky skin’s rubbing against him, he’s overstimulated but needs more all at once! He’s not done, even when his body is shaking and he literally can’t cum anymore

Only when the tiredness and satisfaction sets in, he stops. He takes it all in, the way you’re shaking from your many orgasms, the bite marks he’s left behind, the bruises he’s left on your hips, the cum on your thighs. He gives you a few apologetic kisses, hugging you close while keeping his dick inside you. After all, he just spent so much time and energy filling you up! Don’t wanna waste it “Thank you, honey, I really needed that… Dunno what came over me”

Gorou stays kneeling between your thighs, cock plugging you up while he rests his head on your tits <3 he smiles as you play with his hair, the two of you just chatting about your day. He’s so relaxed and so happy :’) his tail’s wagging so cutely you can’t help but smile too

ITS NOT WORKINGG

FFS WHY WONT MY ABOUT ME COOPERATE

FFS WHY WONT MY ABOUT ME COOPERATE

it’s funny because my whole account looks thoma based when my favorite is diluc

masterlist

mondstadt

diluc

diluc

genshin men hcs pt 1

genshin men hcs pt 2 

kaeya

genshin men hcs pt 1

thoma

genshin men hcs pt 1

venti

genshin men hcs pt 2

albedo

genshin men hcs pt 1

genshin men hcs pt 2

jean

empty…

lisa

empty…

eula

empty…

liyue

zhongli

genshin men hcs pt 1

baizhu

empty…

xiao

genshin men hcs pt 1

ningguang

empty…

keqing

empty…

beidou

empty…

yanfei

empty…

hu tao

empty…

inazuma

arataki itto

genshin men hcs pt 1

genshin men hcs pt 2

kaedehara kazuha

genshin men hcs pt 1

perv! kazuha

tomo

empty…

scaramouche

genshin men hcs pt 2

gorou

empty…

ei (raiden shogun)

empty…

kujou sara

empty…

snezhnaya

ajax (childe)

genshin men hcs pt 1

poppy . any prns (he/him pref) . 20 . masterlist

i write works for genshin impact. minors please dni as my account contains nsfw

other than that, hello and welcome to my account <3

🦇: answers - responses to asks

🦇: answers - responses to asks

🦇: answers - responses to asks

🦇: works - fics/other drabbles

rules

what i will write

nsfw/sfw

gore

yandere

strictly platonic interactions between younger characters

any gendered mc

some character ships (childe/kaeya, diluc/zhongli etc.)

piss (shocking, huh? don’t like, don’t read. im embarrassed enough)

what i will not write for

incest

shit, vomit

zhongli/xiao, zhongli/ganyu, xiao/ganyu (i view them all as having a family-like bond.)

foot kinks

please follow all stated rules, thank you very much.

AH

THANK YOU ALL SM AHH 💞💞

finally.. pt 2 is out..

genshin nsfw hcs pt 2

read part 1!!

warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, drugging, bdsm, perv albedo, stalking ment, light talk on blood kink, cum play, exhibitionism, wax play, degrading, breeding kink, hair pulling

notes: i kept thinking of that fred song “my babysitters a vampire” while writing this and im sorry this is so late i meant to post this like 2 days ago

albedo

i just wanted to touch more on pervy albedo

can u imagine it.

albedo probably takes pictures of you and says their “for the memories” or “something to remind me of you when you leave mondstadt”

but he really only has them to jerk off to them cmon now

this is gonna sound stalker-ish but albedo probably watches u change through ur window

UVE PROBABLY CAUGHT HIM ONCE TOO

it’s such a funny thought to me omg

you see him outside ur window with his dick in his hand and he’s a stuttering mess LMFAO

you’ve probably caught him staring at ur ass a couple times too

if you ever go to the beach with him.. i’m praying for ur safety..

i feel like albedo would be a little bit of a family guy too

imagine babysitting klee with him and he’s just watching like “yeah.. i’m gonna have a family with u..”

breeding kink imo

arataki itto

sex.

i love him.

if you look closely on him you can see he has a spiked collar

pull it i DARE YOU

again,

MONSTER DICK

slaps his whole abdomen

probably big enough to kill a dragon

OK LET ME GET SERIOUS

he probably has a blood kink

just a lil one

like he’ll scratch up your thighs or bite you till you bleed bc he knows the mark will last

loves when you ride him

all of it can barely fit so he has to help you out

when he sees his dick imprint on ur stomach he’s going wild

he WILL go many rounds too

rip you and your holes bc he will fill ALL OF THEM

cums a lot

an unrealistic amount because i said so

if you don’t like cum play or any mess, he’ll TRY to stay clean

try

he fails in the end but he gets A for effort

diluc

yes.

my boy toy.

idk if i covered this already or not but enjoys wax play

he’ll light a candle and hold it over u and just watch it melt onto u

probably likes it on himself too

(if ur ever fucking him and he’s comfortable with it do it he’ll love you forever)

PULL!! HIS!! HAIR!!

whether you’re top or not, give it a nice lil tug

he may or may not moan

i forget whatever i said about him in the first hcs but this man is my whore idc

yes, he’s fucked you in the tavern

he’s fucked you while on the job too

he’ll take you to the back and give you that dickmeister9000

don’t play with him!!

doggy style, his favorite.

i feel like while diluc would fuck you in the tavern, he’s shy so he likes to keep you in the winery

the maids have definitely walked in on it more than once

it was just awkward staring before the poor maid just left

at this point adelinde is used to it though

so while it’s happening she just acts like normal and leaves

it’s scary as fuck

diluc probably got a few tips from albedo and may or may not have added a little extra sumthin sumthin to a new wine he wanted you to try

he’s experimental let him live

scaramouche

if this mf don’t get some damn official art

anyway

an absolute menace.

LIKE

HE WILL RUIN YOU

and he’s so mean too

he will degrade you to all hell

and he’s rough omg..

deadass i think his dick is like 7 inches

idk them short people be packing sometimes

hate sex is like normal with him

WAIT IMAGINE UR BOTH ENEMIES AND UR BOTH TIRED OF THE SEXUAL TENSION SO U SKIP RIGHT TO THE SEX

i’m a genius

probably into bdsm too

will tie you up

WILL PROBABLY SHOCK U WITH ELECTRO TOO

SPOILERS FOR INAZUMA STORY QUEST!!!

so u know how he kinda drugged mc in that place when we meet him again

what if he does that to u…

WITH CONSENT OF COURSE

spoilers over

i feel like scaramouche would actually be really big on consent

safe words with him are a must

he wants u to feel safe and comfortable

he’ll fuck you into oblivion yea

but only if ur okay with that

venti

whew

y’all.

it’s long.

like you would never imagine it

but it’s long

he’s very. very. fast.

like

lighting mcqueen don’t got shit on him

kachow

cums a moderate amount

probably has a thing for exhibitionism

he will dead ass fuck you in windrise

like just out in the open like that

will probably grope you at angels share

he’s very touchy me thinks

ooo pull his braids

PULL THEM HARD

he will love it.

fucked him so good he wrote a song abt it

GOOOOOD

i’ve been fed.

The tailor shop

♡ Zhongli x gn!reader ♡

Summary: One day, a kind man enters your shop. Another day, he takes you out on a trip to town, showing off most of the harbor’s grandeur. And as something blooms, unbeknownst to your naive mind, a contract is signed.

Warnings: big yandere vibes, y’know, as huge as Zhongli’s ass; osmanthus wine; non-con kiss

Your fingers come to a halt, as the bell from your modest shop rings, the short melody echoing throughout the room and urging you to go check the front door.

The pair of sharp scissors you previously held, is left near the soft piece of rose colored silk you had been cutting through; you take the time to wipe away tiny pieces of thread that had stuck to the blades. As you stand up, you carefully brush your clothes, slightly wrinkled now, their current messy state caused by the way you'd been sitting by your desk for so long.

Adorning a gentle and welcoming smile, you hurry over to the main door, popping out from behind the thick curtain that separates the front store from your much messier workshop. "Welcome!" You greet your new potential client, hoping that your appearance is deemed proper enough, as to not give away the wrong impression.

It's a man.

He's rather tall, wearing a formal suit with intricate patterns which slightly differs from the rest of Liyue's inhabitants, people who usually wear more traditional looking types of clothing. His hair is very long and straight, held in a low ponytail, while some strands look to be cut shorter and seem somewhat messier than others, bangs falling over his forehead as well as covering part of his ears. The dark brown of his hair fades into a far lighter orange color, highlights which nicely compliment his overall simple haircut.

He perks up at the sight of you, seemingly taken by surprise after he'd been so focused on admiring a piece of clothing that had been put on display for clients to look at. "Good afternoon." He simply says; you blink. You hadn't even realized that so much time had passed since you begun working in the morning. "I assume you must be the owner of this place?" He asks, to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

You nod. "I am. Are you perhaps looking for something specific? I'll be happy to help you find what you need." You tell the man, the polite smile you're now used to wear still plastered on your face. A closer look allows you to see more of his, if you dare say, rather attractive features.

His bright amber irises, are highlighted by an orange line of makeup painted underneath his bottom lashes, which ends at the corner of his eyes. The two colors seem perfect for each other, making it so an already very piercing gaze became even more intense. The small smile he wears is as polite as yours, if not more gentle. The man appears to be quite charismatic; from the way he stands, speaks, and move. It would be no surprise, if you ever came to learn that it takes little to no effort for him to steal the attention of many citizens crossing his path in the streets; he’s already intrigued you well enough.

"I've been looking for some thicker gloves, ones which wouldn't tear at the slightest scratch." He explains shortly, glancing down at the hand he lifts up, examining the own dark pair he currently wears.

You nod, already starting to think of a few articles which might be best suited for such request; you usually enjoy sewing more fancy types of clothing, as this is when you can truly let your creative side run wild, but you've always tried to make everyone happy and used your abilities to the best you could. Being able to help people find their happiness in what you make, is your absolute goal, one of the reasons as to why you opened this shop despite the many difficulties there are when it comes to taking care of a business such as this one.

It doesn't help, that the Fatui organization seems to settle down so comfortably in Liyue, lurking in corners and awaiting for the perfect opportunity to take advantage of merchants weaknesses.

"Do you need these for work, sir?" You ask. "If it's the case, may I ask what you're doing exactly? It's so I can find what matches your needs best."

The man is quick to respond, slightly shaking his head. "Though I do have to work rather physically sometimes..." He pauses for a bit, as if lost in his thoughts, only for a mere second. "It's more of a daily convenience that I'm looking for. I simply wish to keep proper clothing, and I've grown to notice that these wear off quite easily." He adds, gesturing towards the weakened gloves covering his slender fingers. You do notice the way the fabric seems to appear thinner at some parts. The palm is on the verge of ripping, from what you can see.

"I have a variety of gloves you can choose from, but," you say, glancing backwards, where your workshop was, "I also take special requests. If you'd like me to, I can replicate the pair you're currently wearing, but with thicker materials." You offer with a smile; the way he slightly raises his eyebrow, lets you know that he's interested.

He smiles. "That would be perfect." He says. "How much would this cost?"

Now that's the part you're not so skilled at. A bit nervously, hoping he wouldn't turn down your offer at the mere mention of what one would deem as an excessive price, you scratch the back of your neck, as discreetly as you could.

"Well, quite a bit, considering that it's custom made, and that I am the one procuring the materials..." You're not very good with negotiating, so you can only hope that he'll be satisfied with whatever you say.

"I see." The man speaks up, cupping his own chin. He seems lost in his thoughts for a bit, once again, but then looks back at you with a smile which feels rather reassuring. "I don't think there's a problem with that. I'll have a friend cover my expenses, if you may give me your price."

You blink, a bit surprised by his statement.

"A friend?" You let out without realizing, the words slipping past your lips.

He nods. "Indeed. Do not worry about any of this." He adds, as if sensing your sudden hesitation; you wouldn't want to work for someone that steals from people, or exploits them.

It may be the charisma you had been thinking about, the way he speaks, or how comforting his voice may sound— but this man does not seem to be a wicked one. So, you decided to trust your initial judgment, letting yourself prioritize your wish for some more money...

Good quality fabric costs quite a lot of moras. The need to eat usually helps you when it comes to taking decision.

"Haven't you prayed to the geo archon, for good fortune? Perhaps you would have been granted with wealth, if it isn't the case already." You suggest in a joking manner, thinking that he may be having trouble with money as well, if a friend has to come to his rescue. Then again, if he was in such situation, buying himself a brand new pair of gloves would probably not be his first priority.

The man lets out a low chuckle. "Have you?" He asks, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

With a chuckle, you shake your head. "I have not. I wish to earn things by myself, it's the only way I would find them enjoyable… And though receiving a gift doesn’t hurt," you respond, amused by the question "the archon was surely too busy for me to pester him with stupid requests anyway."

"Perhaps it would have then been entertaining to him." The man says, the thought rather silly to you. "The geo archon treasured his people." He adds, as if his intention had been to reassure you about your place as one of Liyue's many citizens.

"I don't think he would have been very pleased by me praying for some wine to accompany my meal every evening." You brush things off with a dismissive wave of your hand, a small sigh leaving your lips.

After a few seconds of silence, your client speaks up, seemingly eager to keep the conversation going.

"I deeply apologize if what I'm about to say sounds too blunt," he smiles, and you shake your head, waiting for him to keep going, "but you appear as if you're not too affected by his passing— As much as everyone else seems to be, that is. Other shopkeepers I've met, have been on the verge of sobbing at the mere mention of his name." He tells you, with no means of offending you; it's a simple question, that you have no trouble giving an answer to.

It's true that the incident is recent, and it caused quite the commotion around all of Liyue. Suspected murder, wicked whispers in the street, strange rumors... And all of what’s happened with the adeptis and ancient god— It's hard not to feel stressed and shaken up by all of what's currently going on, Liyue barely escaped the wrath of the ocean. Your heart drops at the thought of your lost archon, finger twitching in response; though you remain calm, hiding away the amount of sadness and fear you truly felt as to not appear too sensitive or personal.

"Oh, I am very sad. Afterall, Liyue had been under his protection for many years." You say, holding a hand to your chest. "However, things do not last forever... I think that Rex Lapis must have been very tired, that is all— He deserves to find peace in the afterlife, after all the good fortune he's brought to us." A small smile finds its way onto your face. "I'll forever be grateful for his protection."

The man blinks. His smile seemed to weaken for a second, but in the blink of an eye, it's back to its original welcoming shape.

"Is that what you think?" He says, and you nod, yet remain a bit unsure.

It's true you've never really deeply thought about it, but your extra empathetic nature tends to take the lead more often than you'd like.

"I think that an archon's life must be... quite harsh, strange... But then again, I'm not one myself, so I wouldn't know." You quickly add, not wanting to offend any entity, and bring some unknown god's wrath upon yourself. "I only wish for the gods to feel satisfied with themselves. And, to not become victim to loneliness as well, I guess..." You mumble, not even sure of what you're saying anymore, scared you might start rambling in front of a stranger, whom is just about to buy from you.

The man remains silent for a bit, until he lets out a short breath, similar to a sigh, yet not quite it.

"Shall I leave you the gloves I'm wearing for reference?" He suddenly asks, and you perk up at the question.

"Ah, right!" You let out, a bit too loudly; you're embarrassed, thinking that you'd been talking for far too long while he perhaps was in a hurry. Then again, he didn't seem to look annoyed by the small conversation you've had. "Of course, if you will." You clear your throat.

He very carefully slides the fabric off of his hands, having previously removed the large rings he wore around his thumbs; you're intrigued by the overall design of his outfit, it seems very thought out. You think it's beautiful— perhaps it's what mostly gives him this fancy like aura?

You raise your two hands for him to place the gloves on, and walk over to the small counter at the corner of the shop, where you usually keep an agenda in a drawer, a pen right next to it.

"Come back in three days sir, I'll be done by then." You tell him. If you stay organized, things will be fine. It shouldn't take too long to sew a good pair of gloves, in the same size as his old ones; what can be hard, is to find the right materials.

"Alright, I will."

"I'll be needing to take quick measurements of your hands before you leave..." He nods, and you smile. "What name should I write down, for your order?"

"Zhongli." He simply says. "And what name should I call for when I come back?" He adds, making you chuckle.

"You may ask for (Y/n), mister Zhongli."

~~~

Three days have passed, and as planned, the bell of your tailor shop rings again; one look out the window, tells you that noon has already passed, and you've once again forgotten to have lunch. As always, you take the time to fix your clothes, brushing off tiny pieces of fabric that had stuck to you, before you hurry to meet your client.

Zhongli stands there, the very same way he had done the first time, admiring the very same clothes that are still on display. His hands remain crossed behind his back, waiting for something to happen; he carries a bag with him, the fabric used to make it looking as fancy as the rest of his outfit.

You smile. "Mister Zhongli, welcome back." You greet him; your voice catches his attention, and at last, your eyes meet. Yours truly seem bland compared to the way his seem to glow, as if made of pure and shiny gold, even when the sun couldn't light them as well as it could from inside your little shop. "I'll be back with your gloves, if you may wait for a bit."

He nods. "Please, take your time. I'm in no rush." He simply says.

Though he was so polite, you still hurry back inside your workshop; from a professional point of view, it wouldn't do good to make a client wait for too long. You're quite proud of your work, you've managed to almost perfectly replicate the man's intricate gloves, even when you've sometimes struggled piercing through the thicker leather with your pointy needles. You can only hope that it'll be enough to please him.

Pushing through the curtain, you come back with the two brand new gloves in your hands. Zhongli smiles at the sight, eager to look at his new purchase, generously paid by a certain someone. As you proudly show him your work, he can't help but be impressed.

"This is quite beautiful." He lets out, lips parted. "I hadn't been expecting such good quality."

"Well, I am very passionate about my work." You say, handing him the pair, which he gladly accepts. "Thank you for buying from me, sir, please come again." You add, and he simply nods in response, a leather pouch full of shiny moras already waiting for you on the counter.

"I can see that." He smiles, watching as you struggle to refrain yourself from grinning too widely, or childishly, seeing that he seems so pleased with his order. As he goes to slip the gloves onto his hands, he's stopped once he realizes something.

Zhongli lifts up the bag he's been holding, and it confuses you a little; he smiles, looking into your eyes, while they fiddle between his and the hand in front of you. With a small chuckle, he speaks.

"Please, accept this as part of the payment. A small bonus, if you may." He says, as your lips part in surprise. "My good deed of the day, of some sorts." He jokingly says, along with a chuckle.

"A small bonus..?" You repeat, too hesitant to accept the bag he was so kindly handing you.

Tilting his head to the side, Zhongli's smile seems to widen for a second, as if he himself had been as excited to give as you would be to receive.

"The geo archon has answered your prayers." He simply says, nodding to himself. Shyly, you allow yourself to untie the bag he still holds, curiosity winning over your more reserved manners as you hurry to discover what its contents may be.

You hold back a gasp at the sigh of a large glass bottle, its greenish tint immediately giving away the type of drink it's filled with. Taken by surprise, you reach out for the bottle of wine, wanting to make sure that you weren't dreaming.

You examine it, reading the label. "You've got to be kidding me." You breathe out, the words slipping from your mouth before you could even realize. Like a child who's just opened their christmas present, with wide eyes, you look up to see Zhongli smiling down at you.

"It's one of my favorites. I hope that it'll be to your liking as well." He says; his attention drifts away from you as he finally puts on the gloves you sewed, moving his fingers around to see if he'd be comfortable in them, all the while you stay frozen in place, barely able to keep your mouth closed.

You must be looking very unprofessional, with the way you're staring at him in utter astonishment.

"I-I really can't accept this— I'm sure it was too expensive." You let out, clearing your throat to try and regain a semblance of professionalism.

"The price of wine does not matter, your only preoccupation should be its taste." He says in response, still admiring the fabric covering his hands, more than pleased with your work.

"I'm really thankful, mister Zhongli!" You exclaim, adorning a small and nervous smile. "But really, I don't feel comfortable accepting this, as kind as it is... Please, let me gift you something as well." You offer, ready to insist if needed, to have your mind at peace.

Zhongli cups his chin; the materials your chose feel far softer on his skin compared to his old gloves, reassuring him in the idea that he did well that day, when he stepped inside your small and very discreet looking shop. You really seem determined to make this an exchange, rather than accepting his generous gift, which had been bought with the intention of making one of Liyue's struggling shopkeeper smile.

A short breath escapes his mouth, as his lips twist into yet another polite smile, recalling the first conversation you've had with him. "If it's that important to you, I suppose it'd be rude of me to decline." He says. Before you can say anything, ready to select a variety of products for him to choose out of, or any samples he might like to try out, he's speaking again. "As breathtaking as the view is, wandering around Liyue on my own tends to become rather lonely at times. If you'd like to repay the favor, then how about you accompany me during one of my walks?"

You blink, taken aback by the offer. Zhongli raises his hand, as if offering it to you, more out of some mannerism than actually expecting for you to hold onto it.

You meant for him to pick out a free product from your shop, you thought he'd understand it that way too; you can't help but feel nervous by the way he seems so comfortable asking a stranger to take a stroll around town with him. Though, with your need for a break, you'd be lying if you said the offer wasn't the slightest bit tempting. And, he must be used to talking to a lot of people, with how easy it seems for him.

"Um, well...I—"

Before you're able to finish the sentence you've barely started, your stomach lets itself known, loudly growling in hunger, empty from the irresponsible way you took care of your own needs. Silence settles in between the both of you, rendering it so you only grew more and more nervous with how long it went on without being interrupted.

Eventually, it breaks. "I know of a few places in town where you could taste some of Liyue's delicacies?" Zhongli's tone feels almost teasing as he speaks, while you remain embarrassed from the way you seem to keep awkwardly messing up in front of him.

With a sigh, you force a smile. "Oh, it's very kind of you to suggest, but even with your payment for the gloves I can't really afford the luxury—"

"Nonsense, who said anything about you spending money?" He raises an eyebrow, straightening up. "If you wish to repay me for the wine, then I'll be the one to decide what I deem is enough." He adds, already guessing what your next argument might me.

"You're very kind, mister Zhongli..." You let out a chuckle, giving up on trying to protest while rubbing the back of your neck. As you look up into his eyes, you smile, slightly tilting your head to the side. "Do I have your friend to thank for this as well?"

He chuckles, amused. "This time it's on me, (y/n)."

He's been working for his money, rightfully earned by his own efforts. Exactly how a respectable human being should do.

~~~

"Thank you for this little outing, mister Zhongli." You smile, tightly holding onto the cup of tea you had to strongly insist to pay for, rather than have him offer it to you. You couldn't possibly let the man pay for your drink as well, you'd feel awful, as if stealing his money directly from his wallet. "You know, I don't think I've ever really stopped to truly look at all of Liyue Harbor..."

Zhongli's gaze is lost in the sea, admiring the horizon as one of his finger stays hooked around his cup's handle, the gorgeous view from your place at one of Heyu Tea House's tables enough to have you in awe. The storyteller's strong voice fills the air, captivating people with yet another tale of Liyue's beloved archon.

Though each tales have been very interesting, you had been glued onto Zhongli's words, amazed by his incredible knowledge; it's as if he's dedicated his entire life to studying the geo archon, as well as all of Liyue's many wonders. You were like a student carefully listening to their teacher's lesson, intrigued by every new things you learned.

The man had been amused by your eagerness to hear more, resulting in a very pleasant conversation.

As he turns to look at you, he smiles, dipping his lips into the hot tea he's ordered for himself. "I've... had a lot of time to admire this place." He says, humming to himself.

With a small sigh, you mumble under your breath, not catching on to the hint of melancholy held within his deeper voice. "I wish I had the opportunity to do so without any worries."

Zhongli raises an eyebrow; you didn't really mean for him to hear, the words had just slipped from your mouth. "Is there a problem?" He asks, concerned. "If you wish to seek for some advice, please, do not hesitate."

You blink. "Ah, sorry, I don't mean to sound all depressing." You nervously chuckle, waving your hand in an attempt to dismiss the topic. "It's just a bit stressful to handle a shop in Liyue, all on my own. But it's still nice!" You add, afraid you might seem like you're begging for his pity.

"With how great your work is, I'm sure you'll have no trouble." He smiles, as your cheeks warm up from the compliment. Clearing your throat, your smile weakens.

"Not much people seem interested in coming in." You sigh, letting your head hang low; though you're saddened by the situation, you try your best to keep some cheerfulness in your tone. "I barely get any client. One walked away when I gave them a price..."

"Some people cannot appreciate a craftsman's work to its true value." Zhongli clicks his tongue, mumbling to himself. He drinks from his cup, before setting it down. "Do not worry, I'm sure that it'll get better." He says.

You smile, thankful for his kind and reassuring words. Though, words are not what's going to put food on your plate, you welcome them eagerly; Zhongli has been nothing but polite and nice to you, going as far as gifting you specialties which you're sure cost more than you would have been able to afford for the day.

With a small chuckle, you gaze into his eyes, adorning a soft smile. "Mister Zhongli, I really can't thank you enough. You bought from me and even complimented my work... You gift me a bottle of wine, and take me to see the beauty of this town while I was unable to."

He only smiles, flattered, as he drinks from the little porcelain cup in his hands once again; before he can respond, you're already back to speaking, taking adventage of the fact his mouth had already been busy drinking.

"You're a very kind man." Taking in a small breathe, you clear your throat to try and get rid of the growing nervousness inside of you. "If it's alright with you... Would it be okay if I met you again? There's so much more I'd like to ask you, about all the things you know." You smile, unconsciously leaning forward, on the verge of crossing your fingers in hope that he would agree.

This world is an intricate one, full of wonders, unsolved mysteries, and creatures even your own imagination wouldn't be able to make up; you've always been curious about learning more. And with the way Zhongli speaks, as if he himself had been the one to create these lands, you can't help but crave for more.

He gives you a simple answer, silently acknowledging all the things you've said, a certain feeling of satisfaction somewhat rewarding to him. "I was planning on buying from you again, either way."

~~~

"You must have heard of the story behind these islands." Zhongli says, and you nod. A faint wind causes goosebumps to appear onto your skin, yet you wouldn't be surprised if the real reason as to why you could feel shivers all over your body had been a result from witnessing the beauty of such a view.

Salty air fills your nostrils, the sound of small waves crashing over the shore music to your ears, complimenting the man's soothing voice as he speaks, while you walk beside him on the wet sand. Liyue harbor appears smaller in the distance, and it's perhaps the furthest you've ever been from your hometown.

"I can't believe that it's real, archons will never fail to amaze us." You say. "I wonder what these islands look like from up close, if they were born out of Rex Lapis's wrath."

"A very long time has passed." Zhongli mumbles, strands of hair blowing in the wind. The more you look at him, the prettier you think he is; now that you think about it, you've never taken the time to ask about his age. He seems both young and old— it's a weird way to describe it, but it's how you feel, due to his appearance, and after you were able to witness more of his overall sophisticated manners. Cutting your out of your thoughts, thankfully keeping you from creepily staring at his face any longer, he speaks again, glancing at you. "I believe that many hillicurls have settled there, unfortunately. It's a bit too dangerous for you to travel over to these areas."

Well, it's not like you had really been planning to make the trip anyway... You nod, turning back to look forward, loosing yourself in the horizon; a thought pops up in your mind, and without thinking, you share it with the man still standing next to you. His current view is as beautiful as the ocean you're gazing at, yet, he doesn't let it known, sensing that there was no place for him to think nor say anything about it. "If I had a vision, I think I would become an adventurer." You state, rather confidently, as if recalling some buried dream of yours. "To travel around the world, and see how it's like for myself."

"You really are curious about Teyvat." Zhongli hums, almost amused. Once again, you nod in response, shyly smiling. "Is it what you wanted to do in life?" He asks; he's seen a lot of people praying for a vision, some making it their ultimate goal and attempting to bribe the gods in an attempt to receive one. Often, children play pretend, dreaming about a vision which would make them some type of hero in the eyes of many impressionable minds. He wonders if it had been your case as well, longing for the power which would allow you to escape the safety of Liyue Harbor, and give you the strength to dare to explore such a tempting world.

"Oh, no, it's more of a daydreaming material rather than my lifelong dream. What I've always wanted to do, is to open the tailor shop I'm taking care of today." You smile, stealing a glance his way, before looking back to study each waves getting lost in the sea. "I know I feel much more at peace sewing pretty clothes than fighting off a bunch of angry hillicurls..." You sigh. "I'm happier listening to the tales of travelers, when I'm lucky enough to cross their paths in the streets."

You can only hope that it'll work out in the end. Because, you don't have any other plans, and you doubt you'd truly have the strength to keep trying if you're unable to live from your passion, your most treasured skill. If your shop remains ignored, then it's over...

Sensing more depressing thoughts threatening to overcome your mind, you straighten up and clear your throat, forcing yourself to focus on happier subjects, more distracting topics.

"If an adventurer accepts, I offer them an item I made. It makes me happy when they like it, and, it's like a piece of me still gets to travel around the world with them!" You grin. "It deteriorates over time, but I'm happy it could accompany them on their journey for a bit. Maybe it can even become some kind of lucky charm? Who knows..." A short laugh escapes your lips, amused by your own ideas.

Zhongli's still staring at you; you hope that he doesn't think you're being weird for thinking that way, or that you appear too childish. You've always liked the idea that the fabric you've sewn together gets to be seen by many people around the world, all the while witness to its beauty. It's sappy, unrealistic perhaps, but you're quite fond of the smile it puts on your face.

"But, I've notived you had a vision yourself, mister Zhongli." You say. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get yours? A geo one too, you must be proud of it."

He blinks, remembering the small vision attached to the back of his coat; it's less vibrant than others, discreet, yet it's no surprise that you'd eventually ask about it, as curious as you are. "It simply found its way onto my bed one day." He responds.

"I bet the geo archon wanted to congratulate you for being so devoted, and spreading the truth about his accomplishments!" You smile, tilting your head to the side; sometimes, it's true that you may tend to think on the more naive side of things... But it makes them appear greater than how they would initially be, and it's enough for you to be at peace.

"Forgive me for being curious, but, (y/n)," he calls out your name, a hint of amusement mixed to said curiosity "if you had been able to meet Morax while he was still alive, what would you have told him?" He asks, and you blink, surprised by the seemingly light hearted question. It comes out of nowhere, and yet you still think about it.

You hum, cupping your own chin. "Mhm, well, I think I would be stuttering and choking on my own breath if the geo archon had been in front of me." You deadpan, letting out a small sigh, fading away as Zhongli's chuckle overpowers the discreet sound. With a simple look in his eyes, he silently encourages you to tell him more, while you try your best to think of a proper answer. "Is this because I said I would have enjoyed being gifted with a vision?" You let out, in the meantime, lips twisted into a somewhat playful smile.

He gives you no response, simply standing there wearing his usual calm expression, as he waits for you to voice out your thoughts.

"Like anyone from Liyue, I'd thank him for what he's done." You state, wrapping your arms around yourself, when the breeze from the seaside becomes a bit too cold to handle. Looking up into his golden eyes, you grin. "But if you're asking for a more personal answer... Then I think that I'd try and offer him a meal and a drink, maybe even brag about my sewing and gift him a piece he could wear, just like with travelers! Wouldn't it be nice for archons to rely on their people the same way we do with them?" You say, followed by a short sigh, which soon turns into a light hearted giggle.

At some point, he's going to think that all you do is brag about your sewing, with how much you're bringing it up... After a few seconds of silence—which had you initially think that he's deemed your answer too disappointing—you feel something warm draping over you, shielding your body from the cold breeze you'd halfheartedly tried to protect yourself against. Your lips part in surprise, and as the slight pressure from Zhongli's hands leave your shoulders after he's let them linger for a bit, you realize from the sight of the mixed golden and brownish colors that he's kindly given you the long coat he always seems to wear.

You welcome the warmth in silence, grateful for the man's polite gestures, as you gladly wrap the heavy fabric around yourself.

"We should head back, dear (y/n). I'd hate to be the reason that you catch a cold."

~~~

Humming to yourself, you let the golden thread bring two samples of thick fabric together, every single one of your little gestures building the piece together. It's brought to shape with care, each colors carefully chosen, as to highlight the beauty of discreet details, to a point where even the small imperfections left became an asset.

You loose yourself in the repetitive action, all the while never getting tired of it; your voice, as clumsy as it perhaps sounds, is your source of music for the day, entertaining you as you guide your needle to travel in between each new materials. You didn't feel like following any type of pattern today, opting to have fun trying to create something original, perhaps a design you'd be able to sew on a bigger piece of clothing later.

Yet, you're interrupted by the ringing sound of the bell. It's very early in the morning, the atmosphere still fresh and new; it's unusual to see anyone entering your place at this hour. Though, it doesn't keep you from hurrying to go greet whoever decided to give your shop a chance. Perhaps it's Zhongli again? You've spent most of your time with the man, since you two met, so it'd be no surprise if he decided to show up today as well.

With light steps, trying to hide your excitement and curiosity, you emerge from behind the curtain, quick to look out for a stranger, or someone you know all too well; and, near the door, an old woman stands. "Welcome." You say, catching her attention as she turns to face you. "Is there something I can help you with? I'll be very happy to." You add, bringing a hand to your chest, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of a new potential client.

The old woman readjusts the pair of glasses slightly slipping from her nose, her thin fingers pushing against the metallic frame. She walks over to where you stand, though you get closer as well, trying to minimize her efforts. "It's a lovely shop you have..." She lets out a rather breathy chuckle. The woman is then quick to get to the point. "A good friend of mine has praised me the merits of your work. Tell me dear, do you really take orders of specific types of clothing all on your own?" She asks.

With warm cheeks, flattered, you answer. "I do. Is that what you need?"

"Well, an old woman likes to be able to brag about her appearance from times to times as well." She laughs. "Would you make me a dress out of the fanciest silk you own?"

Eagerly, you nod. "Of course! Please, tell me about your tastes, and I'll do my very best to fulfill your request."

The interaction had went on far better than you would have imagined it to be; the lady seemed pleased with every suggestion you made, the smile she wore never once leaving her face. As you presented the variety of fabrics you own, you saw her nod and smile, happy when you offered her to touch each samples, seemingly pleased by your overly excited behavior.

Once you both had settled on specific materials, you picked out a few sketches you once made, as to give her an idea of what type of clothing she might like, close to the description of her needs. All the while you spoke about her soon to be purchase, she complimented your work, lost in your explanation and happy to be here. This made your heart pound; it has been so long since you've last felt like this, someone seeking out for you to fulfill a wish you feel is so important, as insignificant or simple as it may sound.

You're loving this, it's what you're meant to be doing, how you want to live. It's your dream.

Perhaps, even after his passing, the geo archon remains loving and caring to his people, looking after each citizen from his seat in the afterlife.

~~~

The old lady had been more than pleased with your work, in utter astonishment at the sight of the beautiful dress you've sewn for her, with passion and care. She payed you double of what you asked, showering you in praises, which almost had you faint in her arms.

But what put you on the verge of tears, is how it happened again, multiple times. A variety of people pushed the door of your tailor shop, each of them happily recounting that they'd been hearing rumors about a very well tended place with a lovely owner, who's work apparently matches products of some of the best artists of all of Liyue. You could simply not believe what you were hearing, bombarded with praises and rewards, orders drowning your little planner, schedule utterly filled to the brim.

You were not used to the amount of money inside your drawer, the feeling of each cold and shiny moras touching your slightly calloused fingers, the way your heart jumped out of your chest whenever a client smiled at the sight of their finished order, eager to put the item on and show it off in town.

You truly felt happy. And there was one person whom you wanted to share such feeling with, highly suspicious of the part they might have played in all of this.

"Mister Zhongli, have you been selling The merits of my shop to people in town?"

Not wasting any time, you go straight to the point; unable to hide your smile, your cheeks warm up as you wait for his answer. The kettle with which you served him tea stays in your hands, holding onto it as you watch the man pick his cup up, nodding to himself as if silently thanking you for the treat. You've invited Zhongli inside your home once again, your excitement when you called out for him—in a short and rather messy letter, sent in a rush—urging him to come visit as soon as he found himself able to; and he did, even as the sun slowly disappeared from the sky, painted in warm colors as lanterns lit up in the street, the atmosphere almost surreal, he came. When he arrived, you greeted him with a tight hug, which he seemed eager to receive, the supposedly friendly touches lasting longer than what you'd initially intended.

"I remember you telling me that opening this place had been your dream... It's only fair I help you achieve your goals if I find myself able to." He says, dipping his lips into the hot drink. You almost drop the kettle down on the table, your smile only widening in response.

Abruptly standing up from your seat, you lean forward, staring straight into his thin eyes; he remains amused, though intrigued as well. "Mister Zhongli, you've done nothing but give to me! You've shared your knowledge, money, kindess.... How can I ever repay you?" You exclaim while holding a hand up to your chest, the tone in your voice perfectly matching your overall expression, one of genuine and pure joy. You're so incredibly thankful for the things he's done, always so generous with you when you hadn't even ask for it, all out of the kindness and purity of his heart.

Zhongli smiles as well, flattered by how impactful his actions seem to have been, glad to be hearing such words from you. It's so simple, and yet you look as if you were just about ready to go and travel all the way to the very secluded Inazuma, if he ever came to ask that you bring back a leaf from the sacred sakura tree as a means for you to repay him.

Perhaps that's why he made his first mistake, lost in the look in your eyes, your smile, or the way it was so obvious that you thought so highly of him, when he's only ever presented himself as a simple man to you. Unconsciously, his smile seem to slowly fade away, giving away its place to a more serious expression, bringing the mood down with it. He stands up from his chair as well, walking over to where you stood as to not let the table get in the way of what he means to be a pleasing interaction.

Taking a step closer, he keeps a hand tucked behind his back, while the other one reaches out for your shoulder; though it was meant to be a gentle touch, his grip turns firm, the need to keep you in place in fear you'd walk away betraying the facade he's built, of it being a simple friendly gesture.

And yet, you're still smiling, looking up with those bright eyes of yours, patiently waiting for him to speak. You don't even seem—if you even noticed—to mind the way his thumb slightly brushes over the fabric of your clothes, a gesture one wouldn't deem as simply friendly; he still wears the gloves you've made for him, which remain brand new looking.

"How about allowing me to take you out for another trip to town? I'd like for us to settle down at a nice restaurant, and perhaps, admire the harbor at night..." He offers, an eyebrow slightly raised as he sweetens his voice in hope that each word sounds tempting enough for you to have no choice but to agree. You're always so eager to accompany him everywhere, glued to his side at the simple mention of going on a walk— today should not be an exception.

He can already picture it perfectly; you frown and pester him about money, insisting that he shall not be the one to pay for your expenses, embarrassed at the way he always seems to take care of you while you apparently do nothing to properly thank him— It ends with the two of you inevitably walking side by side, always a little closer than the last time you've done so.

And yet, the cute frown he'd been expecting you to have isn't the one you currently adorn, rubbing the side of your neck while your eyes fall to the floor.

"Ah... I'd love to, but, with how lucky I got thanks to you, I'm way too busy to go out as easily with you." You let out. His eyes almost widen in surprise, stopped thanks to his usual strong self control. You look up with a small smile, tilting your head to the side so you can properly apologize to him. "I'm sorry, mister Zhongli. I can't slack off and let everyone down when I finally have a chance to prove myself."

"So I won't be able to see you again until your schedule is cleared?" He almost immediately says, forcing a polite smile as to not upset you.

You blink, still nervously scratching the skin of your neck, a bad habit you need to let go off. "Well, kind of... But you can still stop by the shop when you can! I won't be available for long, but it would make me really happy." You smile.

"What a shame." Zhongli sighs. His smile weakens, as his slender fingers find their way to a small strand of your hair, which stood out amongst the mess that's the current way you messily styled them after a long day of work, playing with it for a few short seconds; you barely notice, until he's tucked it back where it was supposed to be, his hand lingering near your ear right after, the tip of his index finger brushing against the side of your neck as he retreats his hand away. "Tell me, dear friend, do you enjoy our time together as much as I do?" He asks out of the blue, making you quietly hum in surprise.

It takes you a second to think, taken aback by the question which came out of nowhere. "Of course." You respond, lips twisting into yet another bright smile. "I really love being with you Mister Zhongli. Out talks are the highlight of my days..." You chuckle, cheeks warming up with your honesty. You treasure the friend you've made, especially when you've been so used to being on your own before he found his way into your lonely life.

The smile which appears onto his face is genuine, compared to the ones which preceded it. Today, Zhongli is much more bold with his touches, fingers traveling to your cheek; it truly is surprising to see that you do not react the way you should, too caught up in your conversation and the recent events to speak up against each gestures. Or perhaps do you not mind any of it? He knows which answer he'd like the most.

If what you said is true, which he's convinced is the case, then he's reassured in the idea that there'll surely be no problem when you learn about what he has so carefully planned for you next. Just a little bit more to wait, and everything will be shaped the exact way they're meant to.

"Then I'll be sure to do what it takes so that we're able to see each other again." He tells you, his deep voice soothing to your ears, before turning around to leave.

You want it to be a surprise, that's why you haven't mentioned anything out loud to him; once you earn enough money to properly secure your financial state, you'll treat him to a nice and big dinner, to thank him for all of what he's done. You can only hope that things will go well from now on, eager to show in front of him.

~~~

You're miserable.

Life gives you a chance, it showers you in joy and opportunities, comforting you in a routine you were ready to settle with for the rest of your life, happy and eager to keep building yourself through the road leading you towards the dream of a lifetime— only to rip everything away from your grasp when you'd barely even grazed it. You're unable to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, as hard as you try to focus on something other than the thought of loosing everything, fingers tangled in the wrinkled fabric you've been so desesperately attempting to sew into pretty ribbons for the sole purpose of distracting your mind. You’re dramatic, you keep telling yourself.

You've crossed yet another name off of your list, another order canceled, even after such a lovely and pleasing talk with said client. Poorly made excuses were given to you, whispers right by your door with no sense of shame, wicked stares sent your way; nothing you've ever done could explain the way you're suddenly being treated as if you were a mere fool, an inside joke the inhabitants of Liyue had toyed with for a bit before inevitably getting bored of the short moment of fun it brought them. Everything was perfect. It only makes it more painful; you're only aware of your happiness once it's taken away from you, just like you realize how lucky you've been once it turns to a series of unfortunate events, misfortune falling upon you like an unbearable weight on your already weakened shoulders. It simply cannot be.

You remain clumsily laid out on the floor, sobbing into the fancy fabric you'd purchased especially for your newly found clients, too optimistic to care about the price; just what happened? Your work isn't bad, it's great. It's too confusing. Why would people trash your art all of the sudden, when they looked as if they were ready to make their blouse a new family heirloom the day before? Perhaps you're exaggerating the praises you received, but it's only because you've now been forbidden from hearing them again for no reason, only making you feel sick and exhausted.

Life is unfair, you've grown to learn that. And yet, you've always hoped for the best. How can you keep doing that, when you don't even know if you'll have enough money to pay for your next meal? If your reputation isn't already at its worst, you should go seek for work, even in a hurry, you'll maybe find someone willing to hire you for cheap.

You won't be allowed any time to heal from your heartbreak. Perhaps you're just not good enough to people's taste.

The small bell that had recently been ringing non stop, echoes through the empty shop after it remained silent for so long; it has you gasping and jumping in surprise, urging you to clumsily wipe away the salty tears staining your cheeks. If the footsteps you hear tell you anything, you won't give yourself any false hopes as to wether you should remain cheerful or fall into despair. You find yourself unable to get up and greet your guest, tears threatening to come back whenever you tried to move.

But it does not matter, as your friend always ends up standing by your side, finding you amongst the crowd, finding you at the beach, and finding you amongst the mess that became your workshop after a childish fit of anger which you could only satiate with shambles. You feel Zhongli's hands rest upon your shoulders before anything else happens, the light suddenly hidden behind his tall and impressive frame as he bends down to reach your level, a short and quiet breath leaving his throat at the action.

"Are you willing to talk to me about what happened?" He asks, his voice soft and caring, fingers gently brushing against your frame. It sounds so close to your ear, so much closer than the usual way he's ever dared to approach you before. "If I can be of any help, I hope that you dry your tears." He adds, as kind as can be.

He's let himself in, used to the many times he's come to visit you, not wanting to wait as he was well aware of which state he'd surely find you in today, an accumulation of worries caused by a series of events brought by people's gullibility. He could barely get any sleep that night, counting each seconds, minutes and hours, until it was time for him to join and care for you; once the sun made its way back to the sky, he'd been wide awake since the moon's very first appearance the evening before.

"I-I don't understand. I did everything right..." You sob in a trembling voice, fighting yourself to try and keep some semblance of breathing as you speak, instead of simply gasping and balling your eyes out at the mere thought of your shattered dream. "Am I not meant to do what I love? Zhongli, this is so unfair."

It's the first time you've called his name without adding anything else, while you've always insisted on being as polite as you could; no mister, no sir. His finger just slightly twitches, the action barely noticeable; even if it had been, you would have mistaken it for something with no meaning. He's saddened to see you like this, and yet the golden opportunity to be the lucky one that consoles you has him inappropriately cheerful, hiding his inner smile behind a thick sheet of concern.

"Sometimes, things cannot work out the way we'd like them to. Trust me (y/n), I speak from experience." He says, growing even closer, hesitant as to wether you'd be positively responding to him slowly lulling you safe in his arms, or pushing him away and ruining any chances there was for some type of physical contact. "You shouldn't waste your tears, I'd rather you save them for happier times." He smiles, letting out a very small breath. "Please, remember all of the good that came into your life." He adds, insistent on having you focus on something that wasn't your work, as important as it is for you. Afteral, you've said it yourself— the day you met him had been one of the most pleasing in your life. It's only logical that you recall times spent by his side; he's only helping you think about it a little.

When you're angry, desesperate and sad, as kind and well intentioned as the person is, the last thing you want to hear about is positivity. It may look uncharacteristic of you, especially directed towards your close friend, but it's with anger than you push his reassuring hand away, curling into a ball instead of building up the strengh to face the expression of shock that is now plastered on his face.

"Don't." You groan. "I want nothing else but to pursue my dream— and now it has been ruined, all because of the people I thought I could satisfy. I don't even know why— why are they suddenly gathered against me when all I did was work?"

He's not surprised. It was obvious that it would take more than a few sweet words to get you all focused on him once again; it's a funny thought, really, how these little words had been enough to convince the people he'd already spoken to of something that had been the complete opposite of his earlier praises. Another shape, a simple pair of gloves, the pretty one exchanged for the old and ruined one, presented as a result from an unexpected poorly done work. It's your fault for making them so similar to the ones he had acquired long before he met you; if you had made a mistake, a change, perhaps they would have trusted your abilities a bit more.

He's sorry about the way he painted you to these people, while you're nothing but a kind soul. Only he truly understands your worth, while they're so easily ready to bad mouth you.

He really is awful. But he'll soon make it up to you, he's promised himself to do whatever is needed in order for you both to find at least a semblance of happiness, as long as the truth isn't completely uncovered.

"I understand." He says, keeping his hand to himself rather than have you slap it away in anger again. "But it's out of your reach, nothing could have been done... People change, I've witnessed just that."

"Just how many things have you seen?" You almost scoff. You don't want to be unpleasant, you're against the idea of acting so rudely towards him; and yet, your mind is a mess, one that is unwilling to give you a break. It had always been fragile anyway, hurt by the slightest inconvenience, too soft for this world you still chose to love. Loosing everything you've hoped for in the span of a single night is far too much to handle, and Zhongli will unfortunately be the one to pay for your sadness, as unfair as it is, and as sorry as you are for it. "It's as if you've got life all figured out, always so wise and smart... Just how old are you?"

Though your question hadn't been genuine, more to mock his mannerisms than anything, he still answers, willing to remain patient. He's used to waiting— the thought is even amusing to him, responding with a hint of sarcasm.

"I've told you," he says with a small chuckle, which he hadn't been able to hold back "I'm only twenty eig—"

"Life sounds so easy for you."

He blinks, surprised at the sudden interruption, unexpected coming from you, who's always carefully listened to his words all the while adorning one of those sweet smile of yours. Zhongli leans back at first, afraid of how bad your reaction may be, still opting for patience over action. With clenched fists and furrowed brows, you turned around, ready to face him despite the blurriness of your vision keeping you from properly gazing at his face.

"I never see you do anything other than wander around town... And when you work, it sounds so great. You know everything, Zhongli, you have an answer to every questions, a solution to every problems." You whisper, your own thoughts begging you to remain considerate and stop yourself from spitting out any more words in fear that he may slam the door and never return. But you're just so, so desesperately jealous of him right now.

Zhongli keeps a smile on, still down to your level with a knee to the ground. "I'm sorry." He says again. "I have always been happy to share my wisdom with you. Won't a trip to the harbor cheer you up, at the very least a little bit?"

"I don't want to go on a walk— There's no way I'll be able to face all of Liyue after such humiliating events!" You exclaim, frustrated with the way he keeps trying to force some positivity into you, remaining so passive in front of your tears. Has he not understood the gravity of the situation, how your business, your dream, have been so badly affected? Clumsily clearing your throat, you hurry to stand up, tired of laying so poorly on the floor, as if already waiting for death like a desesperate soul, as overly dramatic as it is. "I've been struggling ever since I was a child, I've been living all on my own and building things myself— I never ever asked the gods for help, not once." You sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your sleeve, uncaring of how disgusting it may be. "I thought it was fine for me to accomplish things and be proud of myself. But now I'm just angry."

"Please, speak to me, I'm happy to be a shoulder you can rely on..." Zhongli insists, following after you, back to his impressive height after standing up in a mere second, taking you aback. "I have only ever given you my help."

"And look where that got me. You shouldn’t bothered."

Perhaps you should have not allowed these words to escape your lips; you regret it already. How dare you speak in such a way to the man who has done nothing but support you, who became the friend you so desperately needed? You're awful, you're undeserving of his attention and compassion.

Silence has fallen in between the two of you, urging you to rethink your choices and step back in embarrassment, cupping your own burning cheeks and shedding another series of salty tears; you dare not meet his gaze, too afraid to look up and witness the look on his face.

Zhongli has never lacked patience. He may have made a few reckless decisions in his past, but he has always been willing to wait; it's an ability that only strengthens when cursed to live through centuries. And yet, despite the many years of practice, of experience, he finds himself latching onto your wrist and bringing you back to him in a single pull, before you even had the time to apologize for your words. To see you like this, all ready for him to take you under his wing, have you care for him the way he's willing to do for you— all the while refusing to meet his gaze, only met with anger, tantrums, has pressed a switch inside of his mind, one which's existence he hadn't been aware of. You're ungrateful, and he's now impatient.

"You've told me many times, that I was a kind man, (y/n)." He suddenly speaks, furrowing his brows, his irises shrinking into the surreal shape of a slit, as if those were nothing but the eyes of a mere animal. To witness such change has your heart drop, dangerously skipping a beat while it had only barely started pounding against your chest; a gasp leaves your lips, the pressure on your wrist painfully reminding you of the fact you were not allowed to step away from him, even in fear. "But I'm not kind, and I'm no man... I'm a selfish entity, and I'm craving for you to fill the void in my heart."

Your mind is unable to process the sudden turn of events, taken by surprise as Zhongli's behavior seems so unusual, a deep contrast to his calm and comforting presence. What has happened to his eyes? Why is his grip so strong? You struggle under his hold, the peace you find and seek in him slipping away to make place for a sudden and unknown fear, the burning in your skin only adding to your discontent. His eyebrows are furrowed, and though he isn't furious, it's clear that he's upset; what's the point of waiting any longer, when you're both well aware of how it's all going to end.

If you're shocked, he's ready to catch you, if you're hurt, he's ready to tend to your wounds and satiate your needs. And you're expected to do just that as well, because that's what you led him to believe. When a new set of words leave his lips, while you'd barely processed his previous speech, you're just about ready to fall back to the floor.

"I am Rex Lapis, god of contracts… I have given up on my place as the geo archon, now watching over the ones I have always protected as a simple man amongst the crowds." He says, voice just above a whisper; he does not need to speak loudly, as his mouth stays by your ear. "I wish you would have prayed to me, (y/n), so that I'd have met you sooner." He lets out, suddenly backing you up against the nearest wall, as if you would have even been able to escape his grip in the first place.

Your eyes are wide open, a bead of sweat rolling down your forehead; perhaps it has all been a nightmare, beginning right when your first order had been canceled. "What?" Your voice is barely hearable, a cracked whisper. "This is not funny— You have poor taste in humor!" You clear your throat, desesperately wishing for your body to melt into the wall so you'd find a way to disappear and avoid such situation.

Zhongli stared into your eyes, thumb brushing against your skin. "All my knowledge, I've acquired it throughout the years. The ground you've stepped on countless of times, I've build it myself, this harbor exists thanks to my care..." He tells you, even as you refuse to believe any of his words. You'll be forced to accept it either way, it barely matters if you really are able to grasp the true impact of it or not. He switches to another type of speech, passion winning over anything else, back to desesperation. "My heart is nothing but a piece of rock, a jewel that has long since lost its shine." He whispers. Zhongli never seems to express himself in a simple way, his words alway sounding so poetic as they reach your ears; and yet today, his voice is not as pleasing to listen to as it has always been. "But it beats again when I'm with you."

"Please, let go of me."

It's all you can manage to respond, not even blinking as your eyes fall to your feet, terrified of meeting his gaze. As if one confession hadn't been enough, he had to top it all off with sickening love. He might as well just be some crazy maniac that you've been unfortunate enough to meet, and even more unlucky to be naive enough to give him all your trust; would someone truly believe, to such passion, that they'd be an archon? Rex Lapis, Morax has died. He would have never taken any interest in you, any idiot out there can claim themselves a god.

Zhongli does not bother taking into account your reaction and fake indefference, opting to finish explaining himself instead.

"I'm exhausted, tired of witnessing what I've grown to cherish vanish so easily from this world. The unfairness of it all is sickening." He spits out. His amber eyes, sadly seem to be loosing the golden shine you've become so fond of, the glimmer which made them so special, the more he speaks. "You want to help people, archons as well? Then do so, fulfill an old god's wish, and keep me from loosing myself to loneliness and insanity..."

The smile he wears is bittersweet. It's born out of pure despair, a growing need, whom no one had been willing, or capable, to satiate yet. This look isn't suited for Zhongli, it's far too unusual for it not to be strange and scary, urging your already mistreated heart to beat faster; as he speaks, pointy fangs slip past his lips, a smile you had never witnessed before. Could he really be the entity he spoke of?

Your head hurts. You were given little to no time to recover from what had been dropped onto you, the weight of such discoveries crushing your shoulders— it began with a shattered dream, only to lead to terrifying confessions. Your heart pounds and pounds, your fingers shake, and your vision blurs; Zhongli has completely broken you for the day, finishing you off while you'd already been weakened down to your knees.

One last look into his golden eyes, and yours close, limp body falling right into his open arms, as fainting had been the only way your body found to give itself a far too needed break.

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Your eyelids flutter, tickled by the light of a candle, sculpted in scented wax, the flame high and efficiently bathing the room in its warm gleam. For a second, you might have drifted off back to sleep, at peace in such a quiet and calming atmosphere; and yet, the shivers upon your arms bring you back to a less pleasing reality. Despite the threat of what you fear might be a particularly harsh headache, it's discreet enough for now so that you decide to abruptly sit up, the sudden gesture accompanied by a gasp— You're face to face with the very reason of your arrival here, inside of an oppressively dull room you know you’ve never seen. You wanted to believe it was a dream, so badly, but his sickening gentle touch as he holds a hand to your shoulder proves otherwise, still wearing these cursed and cold leather gloves.

"Worry not, (y/n). You're in no danger." Zhongli is quick to reassure you, adorning a gentle smile. The colored line underneath his lashes has not moved, and you’ve grown to wonder if it really is just makeup.

"You're the danger." You bite back, trying to hide behind the thin sheets that had been covering your body, wishing that you'd shrink down and hide from view. This is not the man you trust, your friend; it's terrifying and you have no means of escaping his current hold.

Zhongli's eyelid twitches, and yet it's too discreet for you to notice. "There is no need for this to be difficult.” He states, his tone a strange mix between threats and comfort, his usually soothing voice now hard to listen to.

"I don't recognize that room." You immediately state, voicing out your earlier thoughts. "Where am I? Zhongli." You call out his name for a semblance of control, as if a little bit of firmness in your tone would be enough to get you home. He’s seating by your side, on a chair he’s set next to the weirdly large bed you lay on, his fingers drifting off your shoulder to go rest upon his thighs as he intertwines them together; with a sigh, he smiles again.

“I’ve been rather clumsy…” He mutters. “But you haven’t been acting very patiently either.” He adds, the look he’s quickly and so discreetly given you enough to express his disappointment, as if he’d known you for your entire life.

“What is the meaning of this? You’re scaring me, this is unlike you–!” You respond, furrowing your brows in both anger and worry, concerned about your own safety. Only now do you perhaps truly realize, how little you actually know the man, too naive for your own good— all it took had been a simple bottle of wine and a stroll around town to have you wrapped around his finger. His stories and kind words manipulated you into a sense of comfort which he seems to have been using to his advantage from the very beginning.

He stares right into your eyes, gaze serious, all the while his face remains warm and calm. “The time we spent together has been something I was longing for, and I do cherish it.” He smiles, resisting the urge to reach out and brush a finger against your hair in a gentle gesture. “I wish for things to stay that way now. I assure you, you’ll never have to worry about anything other than yourself… I only ask for a simple thing in exchange.” He mutters.

You can’t help but fear what his next words might be, wide eyes scanning your surroundings for a single chance of escaping, a crack you could slip yourself into, an opening in his behavior. That man right now is nothing but a stranger, and you’re so terribly scared of what he can do to you, as hard as you try maintaining a semblance of composure as to not give him the satisfaction of watching you crumbling down in tears. Though you’re sure he’s seen the way your fingers trembled at the slightest breath he took, awaiting the moment he’d lay a hand on you, when it would be too late.

“Stay by my side, always.” He speaks, cutting you out of your thoughts. “I’ve lived for a thousand years, and I now realize that I wish for someone to take care of me the way I’ve done for so many of you.” He explains, looking down towards his palm, as the other stays put on his thigh. Suddenly, while your gaze had only begun falling onto his hand as well, he looks up to meet your frightened eyes. “And you’ve given me just what I needed. Company and kindness, your mind so easily impressed by the things I would have never paid attention too.”

“Wha—” Your voice finds itself stuck inside your throat, and you cough to get it out. “W-What?”

You thought his words had been enough to scare you, to have you shake behind the sheets you’re still using as a means to protect yourself, but the moment he pinches the end of the glove he wears to slip it all the way up, you think you might faint again. Once the fabric is removed, a bright and almost surreal shade of yellow is revealed, one that cannot be mistaken for real skin; you’re unsure of your own eyes, wondering if your vision is blurry, or if it really does seem to glow in comparison to the dullness surrounding it. These aren’t the hands you saw back in your shop, these are not human.

“I’m sure you still had your doubts about my identity. But that alone should lead you to believe me.” Zhongli says, amused, sounding as if he were holding back a chuckle, your expression entertaining to him. “I change my appearance at will, (y/n). And I’m letting you witness a mere fragment of what I might truly ressemble.” He adds, still so eager to feed onto every little one of your reactions, craving more of what you can show him, wether it’d be judged as good or bad.

His words fall into deaf ears, as you find yourself unable to listen to anything more. The rage you initially felt, is soon overpowered by your heart breaking in myriad of pieces, your mind still stubborn, yet your will far too weak to keep yourself blinded; this man in front of you, must really be the god you’ve been looking up to since your birth, the archon you’d been too shy to pray to, internally hoping that he’d be impressed with the way you were able to take care of everything on your own. You’ve always been hoping that Morax was watching you from where he stood, proud of one of his people, a child doing whatever they could to make the most out of things. You never told anyone how high you actually held him in your mind, too embarrassed to admit the truth, knowing that it only was childish admiration for a reassuring figure.

And now, you have to find out that the entity you’d been looking up to for so many years, feeling so safe under his care, turns out to be the man you befriended not so long ago, gone completely crazy as he holds you captive in a place you’ve never seen nor know the way out. Are you even still in Liyue? This can’t be, you really must be inside of a terrible nightmare.

While distracted with your depressing thoughts, Zhongli, impatient, grows a bit bolder in his seemingly innocent gestures, too touch starved not to desire the slightest bit of physical attention, taking advantage of your confusion to break through your little barrier, his initial hesitance gone as quickly as it had settled; in the blink of an eye, you’re surprised to see that he now holds your hand in his, soft lips pressed against your cold knuckles, frozen in place and unable to pull away from his calm, yet terribly threatening touch.

“I apologize for the way things must go, I’ve never meant to frighten nor disappoint you.” He gently says, almost sounding truly remorseful.

"How dare you act as if this is all normal..?" You breathe out in response to his actions and words. You don’t even have the will to pull away from his touch, in need of a bit more time to recover. "You speak to me so casually, touch me, waiting for my approval as if I were about to throw myself into your arms…” Your words turn to whispers, the strength leaving your body, the events taking a drastic toll on your current mental state.

“I have yet to grow completely acquainted with a human’s lifestyle, forgive me. But I know that you revived something in me, with your presence, your sweet company alone— and it’s far too strong for me to be able to give it up.”

“You’re crazy. You deserve none of the praises you’ve ever received.” You spit out. “I regret meeting you.”

You know he heard you, he doesn't even hide that fact, well aware of the words you're using to try and stab him in the heart; and yet, without a care he's choosing to ignore them, as irking as they are, opting for another approach, one he deems more beneficial. It only serves to anger you more, but he does not stop. "If this appearance does not suit your tastes, I shall change it. Would you prefer the shape of a woman? A younger, or older man? Please, my dear friend... Tell me, and I'll oblige." He says, a sense of hurry in his tone, trying to hide the desesperation controlling each of his urges and desires. The look in his eyes as he lifts his head up to gaze into your wide open ones betrays the composed facade he's attempted to build. "I only wish for your happiness."

"You wish for yours." You immediately bite back, the melancholy within your tone enough to translate the mix of emotions currently making a mess inside of your already very tired mind. He did not seem pleased by your answer, to no one's surprise.

It's all bad luck, you're sure of it. You came into his life at a time where he was at his worst, questioning his own existence, exhausted by his work, the things he's seen, what he's been through. You're a distraction from the mess that's formed inside his head, and he's grown too attached to the way you made him feel, though perhaps just an illusion, as naive and curious as you were, too eager to offer him a place by your side.

He then whisper words, which shake you to the bone. His tone lacks the initial sweetness he’d tried to force inside of his voice, and you’re unfortunately obligated to realize, that this is not an invite, it’s an affirmation that you’ll have to settle for unless a miracle happens. His words are nothing but firm, not an ounce of it reassuring to you. It's a threat, an offer, a statement. It's a trap. It has always been a trap.

"Even if I have to trick your mind into thinking you are, you will be happy by my side. I promise you, my dear friend..."

How could you ever fight a god?

At last, the tears that had been waiting to fall, pours out of your eyes in a sudden outbreak of sadness, a mix of anger shock and disappointment, of fear, of resentment. You’re scared like a little kid, betrayed by a person you were so willing to let into your life.

“Why me?” You whisper, a useless question, yet one you ask nonetheless, in between your weak sobs.

Zhongli smiles, his hand reaching out for your wet cheek, using his finger to turn your head around; you offer no resistance, unable to fight back for now. The feeling of his skin is strange, one you’re not capable of describing; perhaps it would have been comforting, had you not been able to smell the iron scented blood that they’ve been shedding, all the destruction they’ve caused, in all of the thousand years he’s been there. You wonder if it’s your imagination, or another warning the world has to offer you, far too late for you to save yourself.

And yet, his touch is so gentle, like it has always been. Even if you hate it now, you were never bold enough to admit that you craved his attention. You’re already sick of it, as his palm settles against your cheek, thumb caressing the skin underneath your soaked lashes.

“For all the things I’ve said, and more.” He tells you, growing even closer. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk about it, dear (y/n). I’ll show you what you’ve always wanted to see, and I only ask that you keep me sane.” He smiles, and you know. You know what happens next, why he’s so close now, and why the hand against your cheek locks you in place all the while his warm breath hits your skin.

And you know you can’t fight against it, you know you’re too tired to deal with any of this. You want to close your eyes and wake up in another place, far away from him.

His lips press against your dry ones, melting into a kiss, which he only deepens, hungry for more.

You’ve heard of Mondstadt from an adventurer you’ve met before, as he sold you the beauty of his hometown, the thrill of the freedom this country offers to its inhabitants; is their archon as great as he described them to be? What was their name… Barbatos? Mondstadt seemed so nice, you’ve always wanted to see what it looked like for yourself, it’d be so great if you woke up there.

You keep loosing yourself in your thoughts, until you know you can’t feel Zhongli’s lips anymore. They’re so warm and soft, and he sighs, as he almost lets himself be carried away when he presses his second hand against your other cheek, deepening, and deepening the kiss as much as he could, always craving for more and more of that sweet feeling which fills his veins. Eventually, after what felt like forever, he pulls away, knowing that you had to breath, even if—though unsurprisingly—it was disappointing to know that not once had you tried reciprocated the gesture. As he licks his lips, he’s still satisfied, cheeks reddened after he’s been able to get a fragment of what he wants, one of his many needs fulfilled for now.

Zhongli wants to kiss you again. Make it last for so long, that you’d even forget your own name; bu he’ll wait, until you’re ready to willingly give him more, when you’ll both be able to mutually discover new things about the other, just like a real mortal relationship; the only exception, that he plans on making it last an eternity.

Today has been a lot, and he’s well aware of that. You’ll have a lot of time to share together, you’ve already stepped forward just by being here in this place he’s build for the two of you; he shall let you rest for as long as you need, find back the strength you’ve lost in a single evening. With one last, shy kiss to the cheek, and yet another smile, Zhongli stands up from the chair he’s been sitting on, fingers lingering on your jaw as he lets go.

“Goodnight, (y/n).” He speaks near your ear, before straightening up. “I’ll help you settle down more comfortably tomorrow, and I promise to answer your every need.” He says. When no response is given, he brushes his clothes, and puts the glove he removed a few minutes ago back on, before walking over to the door you’d barely even noticed, far away from the bed.

As he reaches it, a small noise stops him. You’ve discreetly cleared your throat, so dry from all the stress you’ve been crushed by.

“I won’t love you.” You tell him, voice weak as you speak, wiping away the tears that had fallen down your face. “Never. I hate you.”

He looks back behind him, his hand still touching the door; another smile makes its way onto his face. “I’m not asking you to fall for me now. My own love will be good enough for the both of us, until you finally find yourself as enchanted as I am…” He responds, his tone low, as if coming right from the back of his throat.

His words are followed by the clicking of the door, and a lock, closed with the clinging of a set of keys which he’ll be sure to keep hidden from your sight. Though, how could you ever escape an archon’s will? As his footsteps die down on the other side of the door, you sink down into yourself, curled up underneath the sheets.

"I should have never opened that goddamn shop." You whisper to yourself, a single tear, perhaps the last you'll ever be allowed to shed, sliding down your cheek to stop at the corner of your mouth. The saltiness of its taste, slipping onto your tongue, does nothing to erase the bitterness of what Zhongli’s meant as a loving kiss.

I STILL HAVENT FIGURED IT OUT

how to u put a link in text i’m trying to post pt 2

how to u put a link in text i’m trying to post pt 2

new layout so thoma can bring his ass home..

😳👉👈…..Hi 💕

HELLO GOD 😳🤍

HOLY SHIT GOD FOUND ME

diluc is my whore.

diluc is my whore.

c2 diluc, c7 diona, c4 chongyun, c6 sayu, AND NOT A SINGLE THOMA. i’m so fucking MAD i wanna fuck diluc till he cries this is the SECOND TIME HE FUCKED UP MY PULLS FOR ANOTHER MAN

diluc cries when he’s drunk so can u imagine somehow getting him drunk and fucking him in the storage room

GOD TO GO THE BUNNY CAFE THIS IS SO AMAZING

A Genshin Bunny Boy Cafe (pt.2)

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Pt 1 here

This fine establishment allows (adult) customers to experience being waited on by hot men in bunny suits. And maybe, after dark, the bunnies can be of service to premium customers…

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- NOTSFW!! Minors don’t interact with this post! -

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“Celestia’s Bunny Cafe has been a hit with locals and tourists alike in downtown Teyvat. Just two streets from the hustle and bustle of Little Liyue sits a pink, two story cafe! The top floor is not accessible to the public, just the main floor and the basement. Everyday patrons have no idea the basement exists, only a select few do: Premium Members. For $150 per month (in addition to a plethora of other fees), guests can wave their iridescent pink card in order to be treated just a bit more like royalty by the bunny waiters. They have all kinds of perks such as being invited to special events, getting one of a kind treats made for them and getting to have some alone time with a bunny (or bunnies) of their choice. The basement serves as a sex dungeon of sorts. When you pass by the bar, heading towards the restroom, if you were to continue further down the hall you’d hit a security desk with a dark staircase behind it. In that basement, there are 9 rooms where guests and their bunnies can engage in ‘adult activities’. If this entices you, don’t be afraid to purchase a premium pass for yourself and get to know some bunnies because this kind of privilege is not for ‘regular folks’” - @.userkhanrya, www.teyvatsmansluts.comm

Reply to: @.userkhanrya “The experience I had in that basement was insane, probably the best sex I’ve had in my life. Tbh, I have very shitty taste in men so that’s probably why but we don’t have time to unpack all of that rn. I brought Angel down to the basement with me and let me tell you, it was worth every penny. He knows his way around others’ bodies, he was gentle in the beginning and rough when it mattered. He fucked the life out of me then we actually cuddled afterwards which was a nice touch. I haven’t seen him since, I’m out of town but I can’t wait to get back there to see him again!! If you’re considering getting the premium pass, do it. Just do it. You literally will NOT regret it” - @.userjadeprcls, www.teyvatsmansluts.comm

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Some background on the basement and what it entails:

‘The basement’ is a hallway with 10 rooms. 9 bedrooms and 1 security kiosk (for the bunnies’ safety). Each room is themed differently, one is regal, one is 80s, one is just a mattress in the middle of the floor, others have poles, it depends on what you request and what bunny you have with you

Each bedroom has a small bathroom attached for your convenience. Each room is able to lock from the inside but the security can open the doors if need be. At the same time, every room has a button that your bunny can press if he’s uncomfortable, unsafe or just needs to have you removed (I know you wouldn’t ever do something to make them uncomfortable or unsafe, this is just a precaution)

The basement has rules about what is not allowed. Piss, shit and blood are not allowed because no one wants to clean that up. Condoms must always be worn for penetrative and oral sex. We don’t want any surprise babies!!! That ain’t good for business!!!

Each room has a big, pink bucket full of condoms. Only safe sex here!! There’s plenty to choose from. Flavored, ribbed, normal, whatever you want! (The green apple flavored ones seem to be a fan favorite in the basement!)

Each bunny has a list of what they’re comfortable with as well as who they’re comfortable being sexual with. We’ll use Zhongli as an example: he’s comfortable with most things except being choked or blindfolded. He is comfortable being intimate with all of his coworkers except Xiao, Albedo and Scaramouche. You two will meet up beforehand in order to discuss his limits and yours as well. Then you’ll sign a contract to show that you understand the basement’s rules as well as your bunny’s limits. Then you’re free to go have fun

The max number of bunnies you can bring with you to the basement is 2! You can’t bring everyone!! Usually there’s only 5-7 working at one given time so bringing more than 2 would offset the balance upstairs. You can request that they fuck while you watch, have them both fuck you, whatever combo you want. Or you can just have one bunny to yourself <3

If you need to stop at any point, they will stop whatever they’re doing immediately, no questions asked

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The bunnies in the basement…

Diluc/‘Angel’

Oh man, Diluc is a service dom through and through. He gets off on pleasing others, on knowing that he is making you feel so good, that his touch alone can make you unravel while looking so gorgeous fuck-

He’s pretty flexible with what he’s willing to do. He’ll give you a lap dance, fuck your thighs- please let him fuck your thighs he’s so into that omg the way his eyes roll up into his head and his mouth hangs open as you clench your thighs around him…mmm. There’s a lot that he’ll do for you, some things will take a bit more convincing than others but for the most part, he’s kinda down for anything that isn’t messy

There is one messy activity he’ll allow and thats oral. Please sit on his face, suffocate him with your thighs and let him bring you to completion over and over again. He’ll come in his pants totally untouched too, moaning against your hole as you grip his hair

Diluc is a big, strong man. I’ll say this every time I write for him but he’s BUFF and BIG!!! He really will fuck you into the mattress, he’ll thrust into you so hard that you won’t be able to think about anything other than his thick cock and his mouth at your neck. He’ll fold you in half, fuck you against the wall, whatever you want! You’re letting him let loose, you’re wanting him to please you so he will

He will cuddle you afterwards. For your sake and his own. Tbh, if he doesn’t get that sweet few moments of hugging and cozying up under sticky sheets, he kinda won’t get closure from the session lol. He’s a romantic…he wants to cuddle just for a few minutes afterwards :’)

Coworkers he’ll get with: Dain, Zhongli, Dottore

What he’s into: giving pleasure, oral, hair pulling, size difference, thigh fucking, overstimulation(giving), squirting

Kaeya

Kaeya’s in the basement all the time, both for personal use (aka fuckin with his friends) and for use at work

Shamelessly flirts upstairs all the time and isn’t much different in the bedroom. He has no filter and will just say anything he wants regardless of how naughty it is

He knows he’s a whore and he’ll let you degrade him if that’s what you want but…psst…he doesn’t actually like that :’) he wants you to tell him he’s pretty. He thrives off of affection, even from strangers, you’ll see his demeanor change drastically when you go from ‘such a slut just for me’ to ‘you feel so good, baby, yes! just like that!’

((He does enjoy degradation from certain people though…you could be one of those people if you come see him a lot))

Kaeya’s a switch for sure. He’ll bottom for you, whining as he bucks up into your hands, begging you to please please please let him come!! Or he’ll dominate you, shoving you down against the pillows and spitting on you, spreading your legs with a cocky grin. He’s very versatile, he can be anything you want. He doesn’t mind being used or using you. It’s part of his job

His guilty pleasure is just…taking it slow. Mutual praise, hand holding, body worship, gentle kisses and shared orgasms. I mean…he is a whore but he is a romantic ;-; he does like lovey-dovey stuff every once in awhile

Don’t even get me started on how he is when he has a coworker in the room too. Kaeya loves persuading customers to spend some extra cash in order to bring another bunny down with him. Dain is the usual victim of this ploy, Kaeya even goes to retrieve him personally! Even if he isn’t technically on duty and is just watching the security cameras upstairs, Kaeya will saunter on up there to get him, not without shoving a hand down the blonde’s pants to stroke him, kiss him and moan in his ear for a few minutes first, making the poor guy walk down 2 flights of stairs with a boner

Coworkers he’ll get with: Dain, Ajax, Zhongli, Albedo

What he’s into: Praise, threesomes, body worship, biting, dirty talk, nipple play

Ajax

Basic frat boy who was actually kicked out of a frat for being a menace. Now he’s just a bit of a douche who’s on the swim team at his uni. So he has all of the arrogance and strength he needs to put you in your place

Very condescending, likes to tease and torment, making you squirm beneath him in the sheets. He’ll thrust into you with little to no preparation, grunting as he does “Fuuuck, so tight just for me” he’ll abuse your sweet spot, pulling out of you when you look like you’re getting close. He just can’t get enough of those broken moans or the pretty tears on your cheeks as he ruins yet another orgasm for you

Always feels a sense of pride when he makes you come. He did that to you, he made you quiver and gasp out his name, he made you rake your nails down his back while screaming so beautifully

However, he can’t take what he gave you. Three minutes of teasing and he’ll be whining so pitifully, throwing his head back, legs shaking. He’s so cocky, so arrogant! Just until you wrestle him beneath you and force him to submit

He prefers to be on top but…this is nice…He does like being on the receiving end once in awhile

Does really like food play even though it kinda goes against the ‘don’t make a mess in the basement’ rules. He’ll steal a can of whipped cream from the kitchen so he can lick it from your chest and thighs, sharing sweet, sugary kisses as he’s catching his breath. Would also love if you returned the favor, sucking sweet cream from his aching cock

Coworkers he’ll get with: Kaeya, Dain, Zhongli, Dottore (maybe), Diluc

What he’s into: food play, size difference, overstimulation(giving), multiple orgasms, manhandling, crying

Albedo

Albedo is severely repressed and touch starved. Like a few other bunnies, he’s picky about who he goes downstairs with. He’s gotta like you a lot

It’s hard to read him sometimes since he doesn’t really emote and he isn’t very vocal. But once his eyes start fluttering closed, his hands grip the sheets and his face flushes, that’s how you know he’s having a good time

Loves experimental touches, just trying stuff out to see how you like it. Especially would love if you brought clean toys from home for you two to use. He’ll most likely decline having them used on him but he’ll be happy to use them on you!!

Pleaseeee yank on his hair, boss him around! Most of the time, he’s eager to please!! Other times…He’ll pin you down and tease you with his soft hands/slender fingers, bringing you to the verge of release only to pull away, doing this over and over until you’re a quivering mess beneath him. Only then will you see that handsome, cruel smirk of his 0-0

He’s leaning towards the ‘inexperienced’ side! He’ll suggest bringing Dain or Kaeya down with him just cause those two know how to switch things up! He also just feels more confident having a friend down there too

Coworkers he’ll get with: Kaeya, Dain, Diluc

What he’s into: threesomes, experimenting with new things, teasing, dirty talk, multiple orgasms(giving)

Zhongli

A sophisticated gentleman who hides his lust well in front of others. Now is his time to let go ;)

He isn’t rough in the bedroom but he is firm, he’ll maneuver you around until you’re in a position he likes, he pushes on your back to make you arch for him and watches with hungry eyes as he sinks into your greedy hole

Very talkative during sex, he’ll narrate what he’s doing, praise/degrade you (whichever you prefer of course), he’ll talk to you about his day even. “I’ve had the worst day today, you would not even begin to understand how frustrating my other job is sometimes-“

Bunnies are supposed to refer to customers as ‘master’ while on the cafe floor, just to make the experience personal and whatever. Zhongli will call you that in the basement too but it’ll be used in more of a mocking way as he fucks you

If you’re into size differences, Zhongli is perfect for you. He’s huge and he knows it. Sometimes he’ll take his time, working you open with skilled fingers and slowly pushing into you, trying to minimize the pain

Or he’ll simply grab you and force you on his dick, pulling you close to moan in your ear about how good you feel clenching around him like that. Sometimes he’ll pull away in order to watch his cock thrust in and out of you, smirking at how your greedy hole swallows him in

He usually won’t bottom but can be persuaded to do so if he likes you

Really loves when customers wear lingerie for him, he loves running his hands over silk or lace, knowing that you went through all this effort just to be ruined by him <3

Coworkers he’ll get with: Baizhu, Kaeya, Ajax, Dottore, Diluc

What he’s into: Size differences, lingerie, mild degradation(giving)

Dainsleif/‘Sweetie’

Very very easy to rile up. He’s fun as a top but if/when you get him pinned down and start having your way with his body, he’s quick to give in and get vocal

The way he throws his head back, bunny ears flopping, gripping the sheets as you work his dripping cock with your hands is just delicious

Super obedient and eager to please! It doesn’t take much to get him to beg either, he isn’t embarrassed at all when it comes to begging, he’ll be as loud as you want. He won’t waste time disobeying or being a brat, he’s kinda a glutton for pleasure

He’s just so sensitive pls pls pls touch him, he wants it so badly

It goes both ways though, he’s pretty good on top too. Sweetie’s got some good stamina so he can go a few rounds no problem. And when everything is done, he’ll cuddle with his client until they’re both recovered

This part is just a scenario I thought of: if you’re dating, you can come in through the rear exit and go upstairs to sit with him while he’s watching the security cams and chatting with the other security guards through his headset

I cant get the idea of slipping under the desk and sucking him off while he’s working out of my head. He’d love it so much! He’d turn off his mic and struggle to keep his eyes on the monitors, resting a hand on the back of your head…mmm…

Coworkers he’ll get with: Kaeya, Dottore, Diluc

What he’s into: Orgasm denial, being dominated, pet play(kinda picky about it though), praise(giving receiving), big fan of tits as well

Xiao/‘Tofu’

Xiao is a bit shy about going downstairs, he was the only one who wouldn’t go for a very long time

Very particular about who he’ll go with so think of it as a compliment if he goes down with you 0-0 that means he likes you a lot <3

Doesnt want you moaning out ‘tofu’ cause that’s weird so he’ll let you call him something else. Not his real name but you can pick a pet name or something to call him, he’d like that a lot

Loves to bite and leave all kinds of marks on his customers. To him, it’s super satisfying to see bruises, hickies and teeth marks in their skin when he’s done with them

He may be a bit inexperienced, he isn’t really good at foreplay, but he’s got energy! And he’s quick to pick up on what you do and don’t like!!

Like Dain, Xiao’s pretty sensitive. Very responsive to any kind of contact you give him. Loves to have you between his legs, kissing the tip of his cock. Xiao has… multiple dick piercings. Do whatever you want with that info 0-0

If he really really likes you, he’ll kinda feel possessive over you. If he sees you going downstairs with another bunny, he’ll feel…kinda jealous! He’ll keep working upstairs until he sees you come back up only to take you back downstairs himself in order to show you who you really belong to (with consent ofc)

Coworkers he’ll get with: Usually no one. If he’s feeling it, maybe Albedo or Scaramouche

What he’s into: piercing play, biting, fucking up against the wall

Baizhu/‘Honey’

If he’s working a night shift, it’s safe to assume that he’s horny 0-0 he’s a busy guy, he wants to let off some steam

Baizhu’s a pharmacist, not that he’ll disclose that to you, and thanks to medical school he knows his way around the human body. Foreplay with him is heavenly, he’ll run his soft hands all over your body, stretch you open with his pretty fingers, suck marks onto your hot skin and whisper the filthiest things into your ear as he does

Baizhu does noooot want to exert himself too much cause he is kinda fragile…be careful with him otherwise he’ll get grumpy and lose interest. Especially if you’re yanking his hair, he’ll lose his patience pretty quickly, snatching your hands while yelling at you to knock it off. He isn’t fun when he’s mad, he’s just kinda scary 0-0

Since he doesn’t want to exert himself he prefers to be on the bottom, he can be dominant or submissive for you either way but he’d rather be the one laying down. That way he won’t exhaust himself after just one round…and if he does he won’t need TOO much time to recover…just…let him catch his breath

He has such a nice voice, he’s very talkative and knows just way to say. Baizhu can study people easily, it won’t take long at all for him to figure out what kind of things you like to hear. Compliments, light teasing, degrading, wanton moaning, he can do it all and sound hot as fuck doing it

He’s kinda particular about what he likes, he’ll guide your hands to where he wants you to touch. His neck, his thighs and his cock of course

Really really wants you to tell him how smart and handsome he is :) like Kaeya, he’s an attention whore but isn’t as obvious about it yes he is

Baizhu and Zhongli are frequent partners in the basement, both for work and for personal ‘romps in the hay’, they have a very good dynamic going, they kinda can’t get enough of each other.

Coworkers he’ll get with: Zhongli, Dottore

What he’s into: Praise(giving and receiving), just kinda has a voice kink in general, hand kink

Dottore(I use the name Alain for him!)/‘Doc’

One meaaaan bunny, he requires a safe word when you take him to the basement. Not for him, for your sake cause hooooo lordie he isn’t gentle

He’s big on punishment. Likes tying clients up so he can spank them or roughly teasing until they’re a sobbing mess, begging him for release

Overstimulation is common with him, Alain loves how his dearest little clients cry and try to pull away as he forces another orgasm out of them, then another, costing his gloved hand in their release “Please! No more- I can’t! I can’t come again!!” “You can and you will. Give me what I want, you whore”

If you’re not into being degraded, he’s a bunny you’ll wanna avoid. He won’t call you his beautiful sweet darling, he’ll call you his useless slut, his dumb lil doll. Then he’ll spit on you and you’ll get another thwack with the love paddle

Loves when he’s got customers who seem serious or cold, he loves seeing them let go and lose themselves, allowing themselves to cry and beg for him

Lowkey enjoys teaming up with Scaramouche. They don’t like each other that much but when they work together in the basement, they can create some pretty fun scenes! Watch out if you bring them both downstairs for the night…you’ll be walking funny for a few days when they’re done with you

Coworkers he’ll get with: Dainsleif, Baizhu, Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli

What he’s into: Impact play(giving), crying, degradation, dumbification, medical play/scenes, overstimulation(giving)

Scaramouche/‘Boss’

Surprisingly, he doesn’t often go down to the basement. He prefers to have more of a connection with whoever he fucks, he doesn’t wanna fuck strangers all the time. He’d prefer to fuck a regular who he sees on occasion. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t wanna be friends yes he does

Very bossy, hence the nickname, wants you to follow his orders blindly in the bedroom. ‘Yes sir’ ‘thank you, sir’ ‘please sir!’

He is really into orgasm control, he loves watching your face as you get so so close to release finally!! And then he pulls away to laugh at the way you cry out for him

If you’ll let him, he’ll take the time to tie you up, making sure each intricate knot is nice and tight, standing back to admire how that black rope looks hugging your skin, how you flush under his hungry gaze

He’ll see how well those knots can withstand the way he manhandles you, maneuvering you around to get the angle he wants as he fucks you ruthlessly

Will not bottom with you unless you’ve fucked a few times. And even then, he’ll be hesitant to really let go and enjoy it. You gotta encourage him, let his sweet side come out. He has a sweet side, it doesn’t see the light of day often though lmao

Coworkers he’ll get with: Dottore(depends on the situation), Ajax, Xiao

What he’s into: Orgasm denial/control, shibari, control in general

THIIIISSSS I LOVE THIS ZHONGLI SO BAD

Just saw your horney zhongli thoughts and imma need the young menace zhongli version 👀 plz👉👈

Anon friend... You have NO idea.. What you'd just unleashed...

HORNY THOUGHTS: Morax

Tw: Dubcon (touches and young Li not bothering to respect privacy or limits)

(Also not a trigger but I used crude lady part names, so if you didn't want that, I'm sorry-)

SO, if we're talking about post (maybe somewhere in the) archon war Rex Lapis, hardened and probably slightly desensitized to the world around him, God HELP the poor human he happens to get attached to.

I would say he wouldn't care about your comfort, but that isn't necessarily true.

If he had an attachment to you, he loved you to some degree, no doubt. He just "knows" that since he loved you so much, he's... almost entitled to your sex. (What.. Uhm... An honor...?)

This means, that regardless of how many times you tell him not to bend you over the nearest surface so close to Liyue Harbor, or that he's too big and needs to slow down, or that you can't take any more, he'll just force your mouth shut and continue to pound into your abused cunt anyways.

You have been graced in the presence of a God. Liyue's protector and savior has so kindly blessed you with his love, and you're not pleased? How ungrateful.

But he'll brush it off for his darling.

And in the aspect of comfort, if he realizes he actually had hurt you and you weren't being dramatic, he'd spend his time tending to whatever pain he may have caused, and visisting often to make sure you recover well.

(He would only come to the realization he had hurt you after he was done fucking you silly. He won't care in the moment.)

In this period of time, you won't have sex. Regardless of whether your injury is small or not. He wants his human perfectly healthy. Not because he feels guilty,

But because no one wants to play with a broken toy.

Degradation degradation, regardless of how much you resist him. He will force you to your knees and call you a "pathetic cock-hungry mortal" before he will EVER call you "my love".

And it's not like you'd get anyone's attention if you told them morax broke into your house in the middle of the day and pinned you to your tea table by the back of your neck, wedging your mouth open by ruthelessly fucking your poor, deliciously tight, and convulsing throat. (The only thing it can do at the moment, trying to stretch to accommodate for the girth of his cock.)

Can you imagine how many late nights were spent trying to desperately claw your way off of the bed to avoid yet another mind shattering orgasm as Morax, unfazed, made it his nightly mission to stuff you as much as humanly possible?

Almost no aftercare. Yeah. I said it.

How vividly could you picture his golden fingers running through your hair as he sits atop of you, delicately pecking your neck, and making sure his cock is jammed as far inside you as he can manage so you won't waste a drop of his cum?

And the little trinkets, treasures, and tons of mora that end up on your desk the next morning? :>

Cause that's the closest thing to aftercare you'll get.

Yes, he loves you. It almost hurts when he has to be a way from you for so long. However it's not the same love as present day Zhongli would have, I'd say feels some sort of possession over you.

You're less than human to him because he views you as his; somewhat an object, a pet he can give all of his love to. That's all the more reason to spoil you.

So why'd you lock your windows tonight? You know it takes more than that to stop a god, right?

do i do a part 2 idk i had fun doing this

genshin men nsfw hcs

warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, rough sex,temperature play, edging, bdsm, somnophilia, dacryfilia, heat, breeding kink, yandere ment, drug use, blood & knife ment, spit kink, body worship, praise kink, pregnancy ment, all in all a ride

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happy birthday hashirama hahahaha (づ￣ ³￣)づ

thank you god

and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition

i just got my first block im onto fame

please tag your posts with more than just genshin smut, maybe nsfw or something please? blocking so many people is a hassle that could be avoided if 18+ blogs tagged their posts better

smut and nsfw are like.. the same thing though.. idk im kinda confused but sure? just block and move on imo

genshin men nsfw hcs

read part 2!!

warnings: nsfw, MINORS DNI, rough sex,temperature play, edging, bdsm, somnophilia, dacryfilia, heat, breeding kink, yandere ment, drug use, blood & knife ment, spit kink, body worship, praise kink, pregnancy ment, all in all a ride

note: i have gross thoughts so here are all of them

diluc

HA

AHAHA

😈😈

ok let’s be real, diluc is packing

BET MONEY it’s like 8 inches MAX

AND ITS THICK so imagine the burn 😈😈

is probably a gentle fucker but MAYBE he’d dick u down rough if u ask politely

idk why but i feel like diluc is a virgin

virgin diluc too scared to hurt u during sex

probably tries not to moan bc he thinks it’s embarrassing

he’s all for hearing u moan tho

i bet diluc is the kinda guy to cry a lil bit even if he’s dom

WAIT CRYBABY SUB DILUC

that sounds so heavenly actually omg

all n all i think sex with diluc is pretty vanilla unless u take charge and tell him to fuck u till u cant breathe

kaeya

WHORE

ok but fr i don’t think kaeya is as much of a whore as people say he is

like he’s PROBABLY had sex but i don’t think it’s often

mainly bc he’s a KNIGHT he got shit to do

he cant be having sex every 2 seconds

anyway, kaeyas cock is probably a LITTTLE bit smaller than dilucs

maybe like 7.5 inches?

it’s fat though dw 🙏🏾

kaeya is probably the kinda guy to like temperature play

can u imagine him making his hands cold and abusing ur nipples

he would be so MEAN

he would LOVE edging omg

it doesn’t matter if it’s to you or himself

SOMEONE will not be cumming for a while.

bdsm kinda guy

he thinks u would look so pretty in ropes it’s like u dressed up just for him

sex with kaeya is like a punishment.. but a good punishment…

albedo

lil freaky fuck

experimental as hell (obviously)

will definitely get u to drink an aphrodisiac

doesn’t even call it sex he’s like “bby come over i need to run tests on the human body ykyk”

like cmon now just say sex 😕

YKW

PROBABLY DID SOMETHING WITH TENTACLES ONCE

i bet his dick is like.. not even that big..

probably like 4 inches..

not even fat

but it still gets the job done

half the time he doesn’t even need to take it out to get u to cum

i bet he rarely actually fucks u and he either uses some weird science thing to do it for him or he puts his hands and tongue to good use

this man is a WHOLE freak i bet he’s such a perv

he sniffs ur underwear i do not care

freaky ass

thoma

VANILLA

literally i can not see this man fucking u hard

sex with him is just romantic and passionate and all that shit

his dick probably stands at a nice ol 6 inches

probably skinny too

pencil dick ass

i just feel like he couldn’t even choke u if u asked

he probably would barely even try to mark u

he’ll MAYBE suck on ur neck but biting is a whole other convo

he probably likes it up the ass too tbh

either peg him or stick ur dick in him and fuck him till he cant think

idk malewife soft sex sounds nice

fuck him while he’s cooking

do it it’d be funny

zhongli

AHAHAHAAHAH

AHHAA

FAT ASS COCK

it’s MASSIVE

and it’s got lil ridges n spikes n shit cus hes a dragon n all that

cock big i’m telling u it’s a 10 incher i saw it myself believe me

grandpa hung

AND ITS FAT

can u imagine him getting hard in public id feel so bad

the best part is.

THERES TWO!!

whether u have 3 holes or 2, u WILL be taking both dicks

i can see zhongli being really delicate with u

like treating u all fragile

there was like this one fic i read and it was like yandere zhongli and he treated u like he had all power over u and all that and ur job was to sit there and look pretty

and he would like fuck u while u sleeping sometimes (IT WAS CONSENSUAL) and he would dumb u down a lot but he was never really aggressive and

BC OF THAT FIC THIS IS ONE OF THE ONLY WAYS I CAN SEE ZHONGLI NOW 😠

what if..

what if he goes into heat..

certified west coast kitty cat killer…

SAY GN LMAOO

he will tear u UP

and it’ll be multiple rounds too

AND THE BREEDING OH THE BREEDING

it doesn’t even matter if u can have kids or not ur gonna be FULL

that man will tear u up ong

xiao

NOW

xiao actually i could see being gentle too…

probably bc he’s too scared to really hurt u

but when he gets used to u and u FINALLY convince him to be a little rougher

ur fate is sealed u did that to urself.

RELENTLESS

he will destroy u

the LITERAL definition of “all up in ur guts”

it’s like an art form

i think he’d still be scared to hurt u so he probably wouldn’t mark u, choke u, etc

ur getting dicked down hard as hell though

now.. i can see his dick being big.. but at the same time.. small..

i’m gonna leave u to decide the length i’m stuck between the two

sub xiao definitely exists

fuck him but be GENTLE.

he will not like it if u hurt him

btw aftercare with him is always the best part

i feel like he’d be a great hugger so he’s probably really comfortable to cuddle with

but yea sex with him is gonna be mainly vanilla

ajax

NOWWWW 🥴🥴

sadomasochist

he gets hard when u spar quit playing wit me

lil freaky fuck

probably has a blood and knife kink tbh

idk when u spar with him the blood in his mouth be tasting a lil too good

his dick is probably long

not diluc long but maybe at 7 inch

a litttlle bit fat too

he loves marking

will literally bite into ur neck really hard on purpose just for ur blood

let’s be honest

this man is probably DISGUSTING

probably has a spit kink too

nasty ass

if ur not into pain don’t fuck him

he will rarely ever be gentle

ofc he has his moments

but most of the time it’s gonna be hell

sub ajax will be on his knees BEGGING for u to hit him

step on him, choke him, cut him up, do SOMETHING

or leave him there to fend for himself (but best believe he WILL get up and chase after u)

he’s very vocal

does not care who’s around him

the minute y’all get to fucking he’s louder than u 💀💀

all in all sex with ajax is an acquired taste

kaedehara kazuha

ok.

it’s very romantic

very very romantic

but ykw that’s a lil boring so my hc is he’s also a perv

like doesn’t even try to hide it perv

LMFAOO IM SORRY I JUST SEE HIM LIKE THAT A LIL!!

probably gets off to the thought of u

cummin in his pants when u slap him

ok that’s a hc to go deeper into another time

i’m not even gonna lie his dick is like 5 inches

and it’s only a LITTLE fat

disappointing ass 😕

but don’t worry he kinda like mastered fucking u

kazuha is a more traditional kind of guy imo so the sex is all sloww and sensual and synonym

after a nice lil date he takes u home, treats u nice, maybe a lil massage, and BAM sex

he can BE rough but he’s mostly gentle

worships the fuck out of ur body

praise kink to the max

wouldn’t ever even THINK about degrading u

ur his god/goddess

arataki itto

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

BIG ASS DICK ONGG

that oni blood run STRONG

dick is a GOOD 10 inch

maybe even 11

heavy balls for breeding 🙏🏾🙏🏾

prepare to CHOKE ON IT

just like zhongli’s his has lil ridges n shit huhuhu

take the entire thing

actually it might not even fit all the way

he will MAKE IT FIT

“i cant take it!!” u can and will sorry

he probably doesn’t even fuck much though

but when he does…

ROUGH AS HELL

will mark your ENTIRE body

bite u EVERYWHERE, scratch u up a lil till ur bleeding,

he gets INTO IT

and he can go on for SOOOO LONG

he’ll overstim u on accident he’s sorry

he’s really not

and when he’s MAD

see u on the other side ig..

ladies he will abuse ur cervix i apologize on his behalf

ladies he will also go to both holes without warning get ready for that

he cums so much omg

that bulge in ur stomach with either be his child or his cum

oni dick is POWERFUL.

editing this to say him and xiao having piercings on their dicks thank you goodbye

LINK???

and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition

AETHER WOULD BE A MEAN ASS DOM.

and suddenly i’m thinking what if sara took ittos virginity bc that dumbass thought it was a competition